<?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-6503529840534440197</id><updated>2011-10-12T00:13:32.740+07:00</updated><category term='nacel'/><category term='kumon'/><category term='other'/><category term='love flicks'/><category term='public'/><category term='personal'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='social'/><category term='school'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 !</title><subtitle type='html'>a journey that never end</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7183799653663703812</id><published>2011-01-12T21:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:47:40.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes around goes around</title><content type='html'>Ever heard about the circle of life ? I heard this story when in Windom, in English Class literature. We learned this story when we read about the native americans literature. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the point that i want to say is. there is a circle of life. what goes around comes around. I notice that everything that happened in my life lately is the reflection of what i did to people in the past. This is a shock for me. yes you can call me a spoiled girl, but i'm not used in this situation. I used to be in the other side. Not in this side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that happened lately, make me thing to act wisely, behave, and be patient. Ya know...... I dont really know how to react. Well I know what im doing next, tears ? yeaaaaa emo side is so on right now. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well what the hell. i might just have to keep thinking that i dont give a shit bout this thing. keep happy and enjoy your life. Screw this damn thing. Shut the hell up. Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-7183799653663703812?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7183799653663703812/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-comes-around-goes-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7183799653663703812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7183799653663703812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-comes-around-goes-around.html' title='what comes around goes around'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7135936467305206772</id><published>2010-12-17T20:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:12:12.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>it's holiday already people ! oh yeaaaa and i can smell the freedom. from what ? heck yea freedom from studying so hard for merlin's sake. until your butt off i can make sure that one haha. just imagine remembering the whole freaking book, and i'm glad it is over. with some of decent grades :) i hope the rest of my grades that for god sake haven't come out yet will be somewhat a decent grades too....~well at least for this semester, isn't it great ? that you have a whole month, or 1 and a half month to keep your brain rested, with no thinking at all. but beware when college starts again, it might not working tho *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, today is the third day of my holiday. and i already feel.....so.fuckin.damn.bored. for merlin's sake. for merlin's beard. holy cow i am so bored. i have nothing to do. i even finished the whole game from one of my wii's game. i did finished 3 books in this 3 days, the fact that i am reading 2 novels and finished it within this day. i watched some movies, but none of it really interested me. thinking of painting again like i did in windom w/ mr.nass in his painting class, but then i somehow found out that painting thingy is so damn expensive in here. it only cost me like 20 bucks last year in windom, and guess what ? i can spent like nearly 30 bucks. holy cow maaan, i'm not gonna spend that much money. i prefer spend it to buy some books. but again, i haven't like any of those books in the store right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyfriend ? well it's not really an option. he is still busy with his college thingy until january. oh gawd. lame lame lame holiday. i still can meet him tho, for couple of days next week *finally, thank god. i dont have that hell lot of patience sorry to say :)* and the rest in the mid of january until he is done with his examsss. good luck dear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i'm just gonna spend couple days in singapore starting from tmrw until monday. yes, as usual. my family made a very sudden plan. that involves me panicking. my dad is already there and the rest of us gonna go there to tmrw. plan ? ask for some money and spend it in borders, yuuuum. i can smell new books in here :3 why don't they have borders, or barnes and noble in indonesia for god sake. or can they ship it to jakarta ? cause really, i need the books that they sell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get the point ? i am bored. i'm kinda freaking out actually, what the hell am i gonna do for the rest of the holiday ? well i'll try for one of the internal selection in january, wish me luck ! i do want to enter that one. just wish me a very big luck for that one. after that ? i don't know what am i gonna do. in some point, i'm thinking to taking the kumon assistant that bu ferry's offer. i am that desperate haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the swearing guys lol, can't help it anymore longer. it feels good to say it anyways :p no offense ! i'm still a good girl, no joking on that one haha. it just reminds me talking to some fellas, where they wont judge you if you're saying like that. and it is fun. and i miss them. a hell lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you guys have a very great holiday. i wish i will have a great holiday. amen for that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-7135936467305206772?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7135936467305206772/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7135936467305206772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7135936467305206772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-3343088507950512590</id><published>2010-12-03T16:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:49:54.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fillers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 520px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;I was kinda bored, and i found this and decide to do this simple questions :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 520px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 520px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;1.What is your current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great GPA for this semester &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 520px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;B.O.B Airplanes, i kinda need a wish right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Shushi :3 currently i'm in love with Takor's kwetiau lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;My mom's smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, T-shirt, necklace, ring, watch, crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why is today special?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's friday and i'll meet him tmrw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What would you like to learn to do?&lt;br /&gt;Drive, dive, photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Stationary wohooo finally i have a decent pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your most challenging goal right now?&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice and decent grades :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your must have this Summer?&lt;br /&gt;holiday for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you like to have in hands right now?&lt;br /&gt;New clothes, new books, more money, iphone ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What would you like to get rid of?&lt;br /&gt;My sleepy head, Forgetfulness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are your plans for the future?&lt;br /&gt;Be a successful Lawyer, have a decent live, great husband and kids, and go around the world (amin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 520px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;br /&gt;My hostfamily, and Muhammad Dhira :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe your personal style?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood, I can dress properly, or just a dress w/ a simple shorts and shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;Laying around lazily, just kidding :p i gotta start studying, doing this never-ending assignments, and start reading the moot problem (-___-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. So, who will be the next tag goes?&lt;br /&gt;anyone :D&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: -2px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(81, 81, 81); background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(234, 234, 234); font-size: 11px; "&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/6503529840534440197-3343088507950512590?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/3343088507950512590/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/12/fillers.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/3343088507950512590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/3343088507950512590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/12/fillers.html' title='fillers'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-1212045594277760639</id><published>2010-11-25T18:42:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:43:28.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th thursday in november !</title><content type='html'>what does it means ? it means thanksgiving people ! woot wooot. god i miss my hostmom food. so bad. and the turkey, the amazing delicious turkey. and the pies !! omg pumpkin pies with a coolwhip above it. and the tadders, my hostdad mash potatoes was the best tadders ever. the corn, creamy corn. aaaa no wonder i became a pig after a year, i ate every single thing. seriously, i miss eating like crazy. it was a fattening day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5P3oClg7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/76Y7fK-iaeM/s1600/SDC11754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5P3oClg7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/76Y7fK-iaeM/s320/SDC11754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543456008399324082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our small but delicious turkey :D&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5STEnFkxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iWippaE_6yw/s1600/SDC11757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5STEnFkxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iWippaE_6yw/s200/SDC11757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543458678948336402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5V7-xg-KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iNbjXM19iy8/s1600/SDC11764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5V7-xg-KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iNbjXM19iy8/s200/SDC11764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543462680290982050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see the bowl of that delicious tadders  ? wohooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;basically, thanksgiving is the day when you give thanks to Lord, for all the blessing. seriously o kinda forgot what is the history, you know....i don't listen to my hostmom talks that good or forget it easily hihi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but anyway, i wanna praise the Lord, praise the God, for all the blessing that He gave for me. for giving my family health,for my family, a time to live until now, for everything, for the college, for giving me the antes' as my family, for my friends, giving me such a boyfriend like him, and everything God. thank you, thank you, and thank you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. i miss the antes', i miss snow, i miss america. holy shit i feel like i wanna scream get me hell out from here, getting sick w/ jakarta. i need a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-1212045594277760639?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/1212045594277760639/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/5th-thursday-in-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1212045594277760639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1212045594277760639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/5th-thursday-in-november.html' title='5th thursday in november !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TO5P3oClg7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/76Y7fK-iaeM/s72-c/SDC11754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-9177495722092533360</id><published>2010-11-24T12:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:21:47.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest natasha</title><content type='html'>dearest natasha,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuO1jSGSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vZ1pMRJxvGY/s1600/33996_403315178692_627083692_4580032_8256083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuO1jSGSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vZ1pMRJxvGY/s320/33996_403315178692_627083692_4580032_8256083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542996811302705442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, here we are. you'll leave indonesia pretty soon, counting hours eh ? until you'll go to germany...... it is sad, but we know we'll meet again pretty soon right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...i might not be the person that is close w/ ya haha. i know you like emm 2 years ago at nacel's pre-orientation. there we met, and all the dancing practice, orientation, chicago, minnesotan (even tho i never met you when we were there haha) and then all the things that we have been through together) but i know that i love you, nod 18 loves you, and we will miss you so damn much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember this ? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuPMX6AjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RF1I8B-jxpQ/s1600/6776_1168715265511_1456846242_455204_4047770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuPMX6AjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RF1I8B-jxpQ/s320/6776_1168715265511_1456846242_455204_4047770_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542996817429004850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaand, it's finally the Day ! take care nats, be good there. stay virgin, say no to drugs, find a better guy than your mongolian or hungarian (can't remember it sorry haha) ex, well after all german guys were cuteeeeee arent they ? lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, take care okay. we love you and we certainly gonna miss you :) we're not saying good bye cause we know we are gonna meet you again. maybe farewell is a better word for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuPXeW8yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kWlNLzj_2q8/s1600/36844_403831353692_627083692_4595140_254345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuPXeW8yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kWlNLzj_2q8/s320/36844_403831353692_627083692_4595140_254345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542996820408857378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-9177495722092533360?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/9177495722092533360/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/dearest-natasha.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9177495722092533360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9177495722092533360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/dearest-natasha.html' title='dearest natasha'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TOyuO1jSGSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vZ1pMRJxvGY/s72-c/33996_403315178692_627083692_4580032_8256083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2069929170124812502</id><published>2010-11-18T13:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:42:31.832+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>questioning the question</title><content type='html'>out of nowhere, somehow now I'm questioning myself. what is the purpose of world ? apa sih tujuan hidup di dunia ? is there any ? if you're saying that we are here in the world because well based in Islam, we are here because of our ancestor prophet adam and eve made a mistake. and for that now we are here in the world to do the good things until the end of the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now let's play with the game called, what if ? what if prophet adam didn't do that mistake ? do we still exist in the world ? what are we doing right now ? what if Allah didn't decide to make humans, where are we right now ? what if the world ends right now, what are we gonna do ? what are we gonna do in after life ? are we gonna live in heaven like forever and ever ? how long is forever ? are we gonna be born again as a different person ? if the world ends,  what will happens to the other planets lets say in our solar system ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if i was born in a different family, will i still be a moslem ? or will i still believe in what i believe right now ? what if i was an american, or african, or whatever, not an indonesian. will i still be the same ? will i have a different perspective ? what if.....i'm not a moslem. what will i do ? will i ? will i still believe ? how do you know which one is right and which one is wrong ? how do make a huge big difference from that ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no offense, but what is the purpose of a religion ? don't get me wrong, i'm just asking. if we are saying that a religion is what makes you as a human right now. the base of life. but............. what's the purpose of 'godaan' dan 'cobaan' in life ? God do loves us right ? what's gonna happen to us after the afterlife ? how long is that gonna be ? what are we gonna do ? so heaven must be really big right ? imagine how many people that Our God has made ? how big is that ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow, i'm questioning the question, i'm questioning myself. that it makes me not-that-strong with what i believe. i need an answer, but i know only You can answer my question. Dear God The Almighty, please take care of all of the people in the world. in every religion, in every human race, in all of the solar system, in every planet, where everyone pray for You the one and only, the Almighty. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2069929170124812502?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2069929170124812502/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/questioning-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2069929170124812502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2069929170124812502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/11/questioning-question.html' title='questioning the question'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-126454460589630991</id><published>2010-10-19T16:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:27:09.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>it is official :) i am enjoying the way it is right now, and yes....you make me smile. thank you for everything, and let's hope the best for us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~bubbly colbie calliat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, yes thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-126454460589630991?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/126454460589630991/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/126454460589630991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/126454460589630991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6517859000902866831</id><published>2010-10-15T09:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:09:28.405+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and all the drama in the world</title><content type='html'>well i know my life is not as complicated as other people. but i think it is enough with all of this crap right now. ya know i am done with all this shit. i keep thinking about this, and not even thinking about the upcoming uts. should i answer it like my answer to zarfan ? like answer it in the way.... dear sir, i just dont get the point of this. and i just need to get hell out from here. HAHA. oh yeah crazy me. nope nope nope dont worry i am so not gonna do it. :) ~not that crazy yet haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life gets pretty monotone right now, wake up-go to campus-hang out a little bit- go home. i need somethin else. someone that cares about me maybe ? lol haha. by the way, it has been raining a lot lately, and it makes me remember of something. it has been a long time since the last time i talked to you, and it might better be this way. well take care and seriously i wish you all the best. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone change. a year can change someone to a completely different person, or not completely but still....... a year might change me, change my friends, change everyone ! i like the way it was, but i know i have to change it again to fit in my new world. if you don't know how it feels like, it might be difficult for you to understand. i like the way it was, but whether you or i want it or not, we have to wake up from this fuckin dream. we can't always think that this is the way it was before, the world goes round and round dude. move on. don't stuck in the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so easy to say, but it is hard to do it. i seriously don't know what else to say. i hate this time, this sucks, literally sucks. i keep relating it, keep thinking about it, but i know if someone hear me this will get really annoying. irritating. this is why i miss my nacel's bud so fuckin damn much. i miss swearing lol, where no one will judge you if you swear, or just shocked cause you swear. ups~take it easy with the language girl. i hate when people have to judge. it just doesn't seem fair to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only we could use airplanes as a shooting stars. cause i really need a shooting stars right now. i need to make a wish. or maybe aladdin can help me can't you ? or maybe tinkerbell with her pixie dust so i can go to the never land ? haha i need to stop right now, it starts to get insane i bet. but seriously, i need a shooting stars. like fuckin right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-6517859000902866831?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6517859000902866831/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-all-drama-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6517859000902866831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6517859000902866831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-all-drama-in-world.html' title='and all the drama in the world'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-95826052744832379</id><published>2010-09-30T20:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:39:54.642+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God, the Almighty. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whether Albert Einstein believed in God or not is not the point. The point is that neither science nor religion is absolutely right about anything and neither can be proven 100%. When will people start realizing this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; You are a Christian, aren't you, son? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is God good, then? Hmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Student was silent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Is Satan good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Where does Satan come from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; From.. God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; So who created evil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Student didn't answer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; So, who created them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Student had no answer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell us if you have ever heard your God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Yet you still believe in Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing. I only have my Faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Professor, is there such a thing as Heat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; And is there such a thing as Cold? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir, there isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light... But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; So what is the point you are making, young man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Flawed? Can you explain how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The class was in uproar) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The class broke out into laughter) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That student was Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="so_ie_doesnt_treat_this_as_inline" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://lunapuspita.tumblr.com/post/1215309665/an-atheist-professor-of-philosophy-was-speaking-to-his" title="Permalink" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;/a&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/6503529840534440197-95826052744832379?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/95826052744832379/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/albert-einstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/95826052744832379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/95826052744832379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/albert-einstein.html' title='Albert Einstein'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6118415365843628995</id><published>2010-09-30T16:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:54:30.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats inside my mind right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. College rocks, and sucks at the same time. It is hard, but i haven't took it seriously. In a big big big trouble for the upcoming uts......geeeezzzz -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Need to study, more and more. and it's kinda a hard thing to do for me, uh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. I miss my nacel bud. need to hang with them so freakin bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Miss my nhebs also though...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. and my socialites girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. I want to go shopping ! but i just used all my money :/ dad can i have extra money ? love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. I think college makes you feel older. but in fact, i'm not that old yet mature. i still wanna have fun. no serious thing for me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. I need to read Mokingjay, the 3rd series of the hunger games really bad. why don't they have a public library in here that have that kinda book ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. Still check on my msn quite often. but...... :( okay i really gotta stop doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. Not-so-sure yet confused bout this status. i want it and don't want it in the same time. confused ? oh hell yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11. I miss my freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12. I'm being a spoiled little girl again back in jakarta :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13. Actually, i miss all my chores in america. cooking, do my own laundry, walking the dogs, etc. That makes me feel so independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14. I miss having a family night together. Envy with my hostfamily who played card every single freakin night uuuu i love it tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15. I miss playing Rummy with you mom, remember i always beat you Julienne ? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16. My life kinda sucks right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I pledge allegiance to the Flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;of the United States of America,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and to the Republic for which it stands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;one Nation under God, indivisible,&lt;br /&gt;With Liberty and Justice for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?&lt;br /&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thru the perilous fight,&lt;br /&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?&lt;br /&gt;And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;br /&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.&lt;br /&gt;O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. I MISS AMERICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Oh, and i miss having fun. &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/6503529840534440197-6118415365843628995?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6118415365843628995/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-inside-my-mind-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6118415365843628995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6118415365843628995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-inside-my-mind-right-now.html' title='Whats inside my mind right now'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2939689988141902093</id><published>2010-09-27T23:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:24:30.885+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna miss a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever,&lt;br /&gt;When every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you,&lt;br /&gt;feeling your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing,&lt;br /&gt;And then I kiss your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#888888;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever,&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss one smile,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this,&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanna hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;And feel your heart so close to mine,&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Heard this song in FHUI 2010 Inauguration, and this song is the song that i danced in Windom Prom. uuuuuu I just miss those time. How are you german dude ? fine huh ? you really should visit Indonesia ! I'll be waiting for youuuuuuuuuuu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2939689988141902093?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2939689988141902093/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2939689988141902093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2939689988141902093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna miss a thing'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6818118348840886013</id><published>2010-09-16T23:10:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:14:09.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>International class of Law Faculty UI 2010 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJCuL_yz7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gw_cYLX5tg8/s1600/47555_1491474499905_1625298903_1173189_497757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJCuL_yz7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gw_cYLX5tg8/s200/47555_1491474499905_1625298903_1173189_497757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517545854744055730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm proudly to say, we are the yellow jacket :D this is my not-so-crazy-class, lol just kidding. my class for the next 2 years ? or 3 years ? who knows when we're going to holland, so oh well. lets just have fun for now :DDD and please, for you guys, the smarty pants. please teach me how to not sleep during the lecture. i just can't help it. it just so god damn boring. i'm serious haha. so far, the class that not made me sleepy only introduction to indonesian legal system. and i'm gonna be a dead ass if i continue like this. dead. really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJGeWTmBZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xe0wJJM_Q8o/s1600/59498_1577237479745_1499857734_1484482_4171763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJGeWTmBZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xe0wJJM_Q8o/s200/59498_1577237479745_1499857734_1484482_4171763_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517549980680062354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;some of the girls :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJHyKp5E1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3LSvYuVUoDY/s200/60819_1577261480345_1499857734_1484538_7726368_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517551420661371730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's one of the smarty pants, isnt it rendra ? :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJPrJFYM3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FUTpw0l3EIo/s200/40972_1577232999633_1499857734_1484476_7286822_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517560096073724786" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, we are the international class of law faculty, university of indonesia, batch 2010 :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-6818118348840886013?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6818118348840886013/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/international-class-of-law-faculty-ui.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6818118348840886013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6818118348840886013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/09/international-class-of-law-faculty-ui.html' title='International class of Law Faculty UI 2010 :)'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TJJCuL_yz7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gw_cYLX5tg8/s72-c/47555_1491474499905_1625298903_1173189_497757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5334156795490910794</id><published>2010-08-29T23:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:36:34.028+07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I should do, even worse I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;A mixed feeling, between sad, mad, tired, don't wanna care but I do care&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, haaaaaaah I just wanna go go go go away&lt;br /&gt;Hey there tinkerbell, would you mind visiting me ? &lt;br /&gt;And give me a little bit of you pixie dust ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5334156795490910794?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5334156795490910794/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5334156795490910794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5334156795490910794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-29-2010.html' title='August 29, 2010'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6760395130006080702</id><published>2010-08-25T22:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:51:01.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>book of psalm</title><content type='html'>someone once gave me this verse for my 18th birthday, it was taken from the bible, book of psalm chapter 90, verse 1-17. actually i never really find out about it my self, sooo this is what i've got from my little research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;book of Psalm, chapter 90&lt;/span&gt; (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15380"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15381"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15382"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You turn men back to dust, saying, "Return to dust, O sons of men." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15383"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15384"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sweep men away in the sleep of death; they are like the new grass of the morning-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15385"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; though in the morning it springs up new, by evening it is dry and withered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15386"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15387"&gt; 8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15388"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15389"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The length of our days is seventy years— or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-15389a%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15390"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who knows the power of your anger? For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15391"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15392"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Relent, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15393"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,        that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15394"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15395"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15396"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May the favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-15396b%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;b]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the Lord our God rest upon us;establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well honestly, i don't really understand what does it mean. so then, someone explained to me. that this chapter of psalm is a prayer of moses. well you know that psalm is a book that consist of a lot of prayer, so this is a prayer from Moses, whom they believed that Moses is the man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this chapter of psalm talks about the brevity of life, and the caption is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't control the length of life, but you can control its depth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think it is so true. that we can't control the length of our life, we never know when we're gonna die. but the thing i know for sure, that we can't waste time. Well we are only here for a short time, so why don't you just enjoy your life ? don't even wasting your time for something really unimportant, just have fun, and live your life well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks for giving me your daily bread for my birthday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-6760395130006080702?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6760395130006080702/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-of-psalm.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6760395130006080702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6760395130006080702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-of-psalm.html' title='book of psalm'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6346336321157259911</id><published>2010-08-24T22:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:51:03.175+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye and Good luck !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To : Our storm chaser :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always hard to say "goodbye" but since it must be said, Sure hope you know you're wished the best through all the days ahead !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear nu-nu,&lt;br /&gt;This past year has just flown by, part of that is good and part of that is bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's bad because here we are saying goodbye to someone who has come into our family and completely changed us. I'm going to miss you completely, fully, absolutely, with all my heart !&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget us, cause we're never going to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Luna,&lt;br /&gt;This is the down side to hosting. You bring someone into your home, and before you know it, you're saying goodbye. You are a special young woman Luna. Let no one tell you that you can't do something. You can do anything. Somethings just take a little longer. I will miss you greatly.&lt;br /&gt;With love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lunny tunes,&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you so much. You're the best room mate. Don't forget us !&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luna,&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun having you here. I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luna,&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is always hard! Maybe farewell is better. Hope we stay in touch and meet again. The things i'll miss is playing Rummy, cooking together and walking the dogs ! You have been a fine ambassador of your family and your country. If we host again they will have a big shoes to fill. We will miss you and we certainly do love you. I wouldn't mind if you want to move in with us. Stay sweet throughout your life. I'll remember you always ! Now your family will have the joy you bring back to them-that they sent to us.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you, Happy Birthday !&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you !&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Danielle, Janelle, Kyle and all the pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just found this message again, and it just so sad :"(&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/6503529840534440197-6346336321157259911?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6346336321157259911/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-bye-and-good-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6346336321157259911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6346336321157259911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-bye-and-good-luck.html' title='Good bye and Good luck !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-9048219192885709701</id><published>2010-08-15T10:05:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:55:23.818+07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i missed</title><content type='html'>a. Playing cards with this guys ~ gawd i missed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdbBtID0LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oqX-plmo9zY/s1600/SDC11953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdbBtID0LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oqX-plmo9zY/s320/SDC11953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505469154335117490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. maybe this sounds crazy, but i missed snow mobil !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdc1Iu8lgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2MNPOiK3A40/s1600/February+and+March+pictures+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdc1Iu8lgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2MNPOiK3A40/s320/February+and+March+pictures+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505471137430935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. and the snow of course, i used to hate them but it just to dang hot in jakarta lol, this is in front of my house anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGde1Ywi1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EEpk2KuxxC4/s1600/February+and+March+pictures+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGde1Ywi1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EEpk2KuxxC4/s320/February+and+March+pictures+257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505473340755858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaand, lots of other things i missed. i missed having fun. I just realized it, when now, I'm doing all the crap for college. I have to be serious about it, and I'm not that kind of people that can be focus all the time haha. I just wanna have fun :) and I hate doing all this crap, it just not worth it. i'm excited for college, but i'm not excited about this part of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdjZcCr2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/YP-z2-OXkCw/s1600/30429_1443584377067_1456846242_1150649_4457701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdjZcCr2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/YP-z2-OXkCw/s320/30429_1443584377067_1456846242_1150649_4457701_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505478358159055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, and actually i still can't believe that i am really a college student in University of Indonesia. Did I told you that I finally choose UI instead of UGM ? yes, now I am a college student in University of Indonesia, International Faculty of Law. Do you believe that ? I don't until now . Because really, I just wanna have fun and forget all of this shit.&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/6503529840534440197-9048219192885709701?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/9048219192885709701/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-that-i-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9048219192885709701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9048219192885709701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-that-i-missed.html' title='things that i missed'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TGdbBtID0LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oqX-plmo9zY/s72-c/SDC11953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8963860915836652977</id><published>2010-08-08T23:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:19:16.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky me</title><content type='html'>lucky me. im kinda thought that im indeed a very damn lucky person. Today was the day for my announcement in UI, and i completely forgot about it. I was in Thailand, having a short vacation lol. and I read rinta's text that asked me bout UI. So I opened the web and i got accepted in University of Indonesia, Faculty of Law, International program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TF7WdRvpZpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q1uC2uRRFwU/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TF7WdRvpZpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q1uC2uRRFwU/s320/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071593161123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click for larger image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am really surprised. Never thought that i will be accepted in UI. I mean, yes I am so thankful for it, but still it is so hard to believe. Dear Allah SWT, thank you very much for your blessing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess this is my dream, dream comes true. but then, I already got accepted in UGM, and now I prefer going there than UI. But my mom wants me to be one of those jakun, I guess whatever I do never be enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when people got accepted in UI, they will be really happy. Me too, I am happy, for a minute. Then on the way back to jakarta, i can't think at all. I turned off my phone so I don't have to read people's text that asked about UI. So sorry friends, but I'm not in the very good mood to answer all of those question :( Finally home, opened UI website once again, and then I got in a debate with my mom. about this so fuckin unreal future. and then, i cried. i dont know what to do. I have no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird, I cried when I got accepted in UI. I dont know what to do. What should I do ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8963860915836652977?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8963860915836652977/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/lucky-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8963860915836652977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8963860915836652977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/lucky-me.html' title='lucky me'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TF7WdRvpZpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q1uC2uRRFwU/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7971666599791141355</id><published>2010-08-03T18:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:27:04.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hope the days come easy and the  moments pass slow&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go&lt;br /&gt;And  if you're faced with the choice and you have to choose&lt;br /&gt;I hope you  choose the one that means the most to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens  to another door closed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' ?til you find the  window&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile&lt;br /&gt;But  more than anything, more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for you&lt;br /&gt;Is  that this life becomes all that you want it to&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big,  your worries stay small&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can  hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to&lt;br /&gt;I  hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;And wants the same things too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,  this is my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back but you never forget&lt;br /&gt;All  the ones who love you and the place you left&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always  forgive and you never regret&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you  get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'd find God's grace in every mistake&lt;br /&gt;And always  give more than you take&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, yeah more than  anything&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6503529840534440197-7971666599791141355?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7971666599791141355/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7971666599791141355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7971666599791141355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-wish.html' title='My wish'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2974818814667630194</id><published>2010-07-30T23:31:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:31:36.675+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>30th july 2010</title><content type='html'>Friday, July 30th 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally get to meet with my girls :) Rinta's gonna celebrated her birthday, so we went to have supper. apparently, we forget that today is friday night, so all of the restaurant was full. but then, we got a place in Canteen, Plaza Indonesia. finally haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab some supper, had some chit chat with them, took picturessss, and catching up on gossips for me lol. but after all, it was a good time. And if we think about it now, maybe this is the last time we will be together before all of us head to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinta and I in UGM, Ujang Dey Asti in UI, Anggi in Unpar, Mod in Trisakti. Time really goes that fast. I mean, it seem just yesterday, we're in 10th grade. and now, all of us are heading to college. Is it really 3 years ago ? When it all started ? I mean, I'm excited for college life, i do. But then, I already started to study in social 2011. And well, confession time, when i'm at school, sometimes i just feel really sad, that im still stuck in fuckin high school. That i really want so bad to be in college. But when i'm at home, I wanna go to school, not ready for college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a good day. This is just some of the pictures from Mod's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMBymzRvRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BWEFeKs13dM/s1600/38890_1234575242830_1782675985_449159_5262753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMBymzRvRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BWEFeKs13dM/s320/38890_1234575242830_1782675985_449159_5262753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499741538870213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rinta (Birthday girl !) , Me, Dey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCXCdI67I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iRcleIGTKX4/s1600/38890_1234575442835_1782675985_449164_556986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCXCdI67I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iRcleIGTKX4/s320/38890_1234575442835_1782675985_449164_556986_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499742164768844722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Ujang, Mod, Anggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCW_h_GDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2aIheGxskpw/s1600/38890_1234575402834_1782675985_449163_2005656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCW_h_GDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2aIheGxskpw/s320/38890_1234575402834_1782675985_449163_2005656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499742163983865906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asti and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCwSUPCMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r5KPTT9PX_g/s1600/39167_1234575882846_1782675985_449170_6295607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCwSUPCMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r5KPTT9PX_g/s320/39167_1234575882846_1782675985_449170_6295607_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499742598523193538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Mod, Anggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i really enjoy spending time with you all.&lt;br /&gt;all of you have different part of stories in my high school life&lt;br /&gt;but all of you really made my junior year become worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See ya all in a better future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i do love you,&lt;br /&gt; my social 2010 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCwyOCE0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/se3mqW7lTbg/s1600/39167_1234575922847_1782675985_449171_7974434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMCwyOCE0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/se3mqW7lTbg/s320/39167_1234575922847_1782675985_449171_7974434_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499742607087113026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with all my heart :* xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ps. I just decided to move on. My life wasn't worth wasting away at the thought of possibilities, false hopes and unsettled thoughts. &lt;/span&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/6503529840534440197-2974818814667630194?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2974818814667630194/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/30th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2974818814667630194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2974818814667630194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/30th-july-2010.html' title='30th july 2010'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TFMBymzRvRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BWEFeKs13dM/s72-c/38890_1234575242830_1782675985_449159_5262753_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6396741341262080924</id><published>2010-07-27T08:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:48:44.159+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>i'm really really really sorry. and really, i mean it. i just knew all of it. and now i really do regret my stupid act. i am not supposed to do that. i am sorry. tons of apology to youuuuuuuuuuu. dont know why i did that stupid thing. but well, that just it. nothing more. and now i feel like a jerk. yeaa a fool person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to you. so, sorry ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-6396741341262080924?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6396741341262080924/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6396741341262080924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6396741341262080924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4427300118738716658</id><published>2010-07-25T22:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:12:38.378+07:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. im mad. like a crazy person. here i am, already accepted in gadjah mada university with God miracle. and here i am too, trying to study this freakin math. gawd what do you expect from me ? i learned integral like 2 years ago or so. in kumon. never study it in 12 grade, cause im already out from school. and now never entered bu pur's class, and now i have to freakin go to school when the class have their test. are you freakin kidding me ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you gotta be kidding me. this is totally retard or maybe a joke. gawd i dont want to go back to school again. esp on monday. do you know that it is just sooooo lame going to school when you have the flag ceremony, and a math test ? which you never there in the class for it ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to study those integral. which i end up clossing the book after 5 minutes try to solve the problem. case closed for me. i used to like math, like love it. but now ? well say bye bye to math, i hate you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart told me that i dont belong in highschool no more, i am a college student. but in some point, im thinking, do i really deserve it ? Please, I do really need someone to cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just mad. no worries. I'm just sad. like kinda depressed. please, i need someone to cheer me up. anyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-4427300118738716658?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4427300118738716658/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4427300118738716658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4427300118738716658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5584533751301984823</id><published>2010-07-19T16:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:24:50.590+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public'/><title type='text'>is it just me or everyone ?</title><content type='html'>okay so this is just the confused side of me. now a day, ariel-luna maya-cut tari gossip was so booming. not that i want to be a gossiper like the other person, but seriously ? i just well you can say i am really confused with all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just my personal opinion, really truly my personal opinion. and no offense people if you are not agree with me. first, why there's a lot of people that really care about them ? i mean, okay they are a public figure, an artist, a famous person, so ? why do you care that much if they have sex or whatever they do ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree having sex before you get married, or even having sex with another person when you're already married is wrong. completely wrong. but isn't that one of your personal right ? isn't that your own responsibility to GOD ? isn't that their own sin ? why did the government care that much ? from one of the gossip show that i watched (really, i have nothing else to do at that time haha) they said that ariel luna maya and cut tari were wrong because their behavior make people uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the problem. isn't that having sex before married is your OWN responsibility with your god ? and they make that video for their own private collection. if i'm not wrong, the Anti Porn Law said "not having sex in the public or etc" well yeaa something like that. so they didn't intend to show all of you guys, their own private collection. why dont the government catch or blame the person who spread that video publicly ? thats not their fault you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from what i heard, the public feel uncomfortable because there's a lot of child that watch their video. HELLO ? hey dear parents, take care of your own kids please. if you dont want them to watch it, why dont you take the internet from your kid ? use some internet protector or something like that in your computer. so your kids can't access some nasty stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when public want ariel luna and cut tari to apologize to public, i was thinking. what are they say sorry for ? to say sorry that they do their own rights ? i mean come on people. indonesia will never progress if you take this case as a really serious case. i can understand if indonesia is an islamic country or a religious country. but if i'm not wrong, and i'm pretty sure i'm right, indonesia is a law country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come on please, there are a lot of people that are having sex before married like them. dont be that hypocrite, there's a lot of people like that. especially in college or in working age. and there's a lot of people that purposely make a video like that so they can get money from it. please, there's a lot of people like that. and come on parents, your kid already watch porn before that ariel's video came out. so please, dont be that hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this writing doesn't mean that i'm on their side or whatever. i just dont get it most indonesian people attitude that really feel uncomfortable. can you just please mind your own business ? sorry if i write like really frontal, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, myob. mind your own business. thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5584533751301984823?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5584533751301984823/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-just-me-or-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5584533751301984823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5584533751301984823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-just-me-or-everyone.html' title='is it just me or everyone ?'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2451760859871802603</id><published>2010-07-17T23:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:47:38.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>meee</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i felt that im the lucky person. but more often, i rarely felt that way. my score was never that great, except for math maybe. At my elemantary school, i entered the special class that for the kids with the higher gpa. when i entered the junior high school, i got lucky because of my gpa. i just need to sign the paper and voila ! there i am, being a junior high school student in Al-Azhar 12 Rawamangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met such difficulties in school. Some of my classes score were above average. but then, i dont get that much luck for the national exam at junior high school. I only score 27,00 which means i get 9,00 for my average. apparently thats not enough for 8 Senior High School. So i got enrolled in 26 Senior High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 26 Senior High School, I got lucky because i got placed in XA. with Mr.Winny as the home room teacher, and he was so goooood to me. He didnt called my parents when he is supposed to so i dont get in any trouble. he's just so good to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months i moved to 8 senior high school. then i'm so lucky i was placed in XG. and the home room teacher, mr.hamid which is really kind to me. omg he really is my savior :DDD then i entered social class of 2010, which is the best class ever. i love them sooooo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i dont get accepted in AFS program, but then i got accepted in Nacel open door program, so my dream to become an exchange student come true :) Then i really go to America. having fun there for a year, skipping all that fun stuff for being a senior in jakarta. but oh well. I know i miss everything, but well what can i say ? i am really fortunate that i got a chance to be an exchange student, i really think im lucky for having that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home, all stressed with the unreal future. I try to apply at UGM international Faculty of Law, and once again, i am lucky. yes i am, i am officially a college student now. just get accepted in Gadjah Nada University, International Faculty of Law. :) and I hope my luck won't end, I hope it last :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2451760859871802603?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2451760859871802603/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/meee.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2451760859871802603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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then i was awake and yeaa took a shower and get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying my uniform again, which is really small. but oh well. and then try to find my belt, that i cant find it until now, shoes, bags, pencil, etc. went downstairs, and my dad havent get out from his room yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tik tok tik tok, clock is ticking. its 6 o'clock. when i entered my mom and dad's room, my mom said &lt;br /&gt;"so are you really going to school?" &lt;br /&gt;"nope. im not going to school, this is just a joke. byee ! off to bed again"&lt;br /&gt;"luna im serious. do you really wanna go back to school?"&lt;br /&gt;"of course not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we decided to call mr.yanbay. he said its better to go back to school until im officially accepted in college. so there we are, going to sman 8 at 6.45 am. and arrived at sman 8 at 7.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo my first day officially started. i looked at the class, theres no dey, mod, anggi, ujang, moy, imes, binar, rinta, asti, mitha, etc. god damn it where are they ? oh yea i forgot, this is 2011 you idiot. so i opened the door, and they all looked at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i just wanna run back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2390343471185437127?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2390343471185437127/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/schools-out-ups-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2390343471185437127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2390343471185437127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/schools-out-ups-not-yet.html' title='schools out ! ups. not yet'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2175773643558994694</id><published>2010-07-14T00:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:40:30.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>well what can i say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hey luna, how are you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pretty good, thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how is it going back home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so freakin hot in here, and i miss windom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so whats your plan for your future ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do you really have to ask this question ? gosh. idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so you're coming back to school ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well im trying to get accepted in college anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really ? what college do you apply to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Law faculty of ugm, ui, and uph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ah ! good luck girl, so you're not coming back to school ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well, i have to come back to school. i'll be at school until im officially accepted in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you really going back to school ? wow, good luck with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh yea thanks, i really dont mind skipping school at this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thats gonna be really sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you, i already know it. i dont need to here it over and over again. well what can i say ? lets just face it i guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good luck girl !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you, i really appreciate it. and please, wish me luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2175773643558994694?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2175773643558994694/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2175773643558994694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2175773643558994694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-what-can-i-say.html' title='well what can i say'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7239608866920500418</id><published>2010-07-10T14:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:45:50.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>spaces between it</title><content type='html'>the silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;'til i look my hand and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;are right when yours fit perfectly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-vanilla twilight&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/6503529840534440197-7239608866920500418?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7239608866920500418/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/spaces-between-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7239608866920500418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7239608866920500418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/spaces-between-it.html' title='spaces between it'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2077099530184704039</id><published>2010-07-09T09:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:49:48.109+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>forever ?</title><content type='html'>is there really such thing as forever ? i dont think there is. i mean, there's gotta be the end of it. people come and go, your friends, your life, your exchange year, your high school, your love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya, love again. nothing last forever, love dont last forever. even when you think you're still have a crush on your ex, or you still madly in love w/ someone. i love that feeling, having a crush on someone. and when you talk to him, you just feel so fuckin happy about it. everytime you wait for him to say hi to you, or even just to smile to you. and then you decide that you love him, not only a crush. finally you feel like a lovey dovey, you'll do everything for him. you'll wait for him on msn, when you dont meet him for a while you start missing him so badly, you just want him to be your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from footloose, &lt;br /&gt;"My baby he dont talk sweet&lt;br /&gt;He ain't got much to say&lt;br /&gt;But he loves me, loves me, loves me&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, maybe he's no romeo&lt;br /&gt;But he's my lovin one-man show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, everything starts to fall apart. you find out that he is madly in love w/ someone else. someone thats better than you. someone that is more special to him than you. probably she can make him laugh better than you. and then you start to cry, questioning whats wrong with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunction between you and me&lt;br /&gt;We must free up these tired souls&lt;br /&gt;Before the sadness kills us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And you show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bed that's warm with memories&lt;br /&gt;Can heal us temporarily&lt;br /&gt;The misbehaving only makes&lt;br /&gt;The ditch between us so damn deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built a wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let it fall apart&lt;br /&gt;But strangely I wish secretly&lt;br /&gt;It would fall down while I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough we have not hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean we're not still falling,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want so bad to pick you up&lt;br /&gt;But you're still too reluctant to accept my help&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;But until then the fact remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes you so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at this time, you realized that you really love him, so bad. but then you cant do anything about it. you know that you cant have him no matter what. the best thing to do is just smile and stop thinking about him. :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i still not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2077099530184704039?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2077099530184704039/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2077099530184704039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2077099530184704039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/07/forever.html' title='forever ?'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8398979098422525833</id><published>2010-06-12T02:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:30:56.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>Windom, Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;11 Juni 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya baru kemaren gue nganter kakak gue ke bandara, ngeliat dia pergi ke jepang buat jadi pertukaran pelajar, dan gue menetapkan hati buat jadi murid pertukaran pelajar juga. Rasanya baru kemaren gue heboh ngurusin pendaftaran AFS dan sedih banget karena gue ga keterima AFS tahap pertama ! Kemaren, gue daftar nacel open door dan sibuk ngurusin pendaftaran dan tesnya. Kemaren, gue lagi di sekolah dan gue disms zarfan kalo gue keterima nacel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-orientasi pertama nacel, sibuk ngurusin tari. Latihan nari yang hampir setiap hari, selalu ketemu sama anak2 nod 18 yang semakin keliatan aslinya. Orientasi nacel 3 hari, gue yang rekor menarinya cuma kelas 2 SD akhirnya nari juga walaupun yah hmmm well let's not go that way haha. Farewell, dapet buku dari nhebs, diceburin ke kolam renang, nonton video dari IPS, nangis, seneng, semua jadi satu. Bener2 baru kerasa kalau gue bakal pergi ninggalin mereka semua. H-1, koper gue belom beres, bikin mama stress hehe maaf ya mah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Agustus 2009, THE DAY. Nangis di bandara, seneng2 lagi sama nod 18, nonton video dari IPS lagi dan nangis lagi di singapore, seneng2 lagi sampe chicago. berpetualang sama nod 18, akhirnya malem terakhir kita bikin video farewell see you soon nod 18 dan nangis lagi. Berangkat ke mineapolis, pisah sama arina disana dan tadaaa ! sendirianlah gue di mineapolis, berusaha nyari gate pesawat gue. takut, pertama kali di pesawat sendirian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sioux Fall airport, gue ketemu sama keluarga gue buat 10 bulan dan untuk selamanya :) Seneng dan takut, canggung, semuanya jadi satu. Seminggu kemudian, double placement gue, Charles dari cina dateng. gue sayang sama dia tapi dia ngeselin. Dua bulan kemudian, gue ditawarin pindah keluarga, gue bingung. minta nasehat dari nod 18, dan gue akhirnya memutuskan untuk tidak pindah. dan sekarang gue sama sekali tidak menyesali keputusan gue. Sebulan kemudian, charles pindah keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan demi bulan, kehidupan gue normal. Dilempar ke timbunan salju, dan tahun ini bikin gue muak sama salju :p gue mungkin masih sama, kayak luna yang dulu. well i don't think i changed, masih sama kayak yang kata ujang selalu serius haha. Ikutan footloose, jadi punya temen di amrik. PROM ! salah satu dari sekian banyak kegiatan sekolah, punya pengalaman prom di amrik, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKLAHOMA ! Minggu terbaik diantara semuanya. amazing :) susah dijelasin, ketemu sama meteorologist paling pinter se amerika ! storm chasing sama vortex 2, ga nyangka. gue, luna, anak dari indonesia, yang ga pernah tertarik sama meteorologi, jadi pengen jadi meteorologist. sampe cita2 gue yang ga pernah berubah, masuk hukum ui, jadi berubah. apa gue pindah ke amrik terus jadi meteorologist aja ya ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe gue ga nyangka, ini udah bulan juni. Rasanya baru kemaren, rasanya baru kemaren. gue emang kelewatan amsa seneng2 sama ips 2010, gimana rasanya jadi senior, susahnya belajar. Tapi dengan gini gue tau seberapa banyak keluarga gue sayang sama gue :) Makasih banyak yaaa mah pah, ga protes2 banget aku ngabisin uang banyak hehe. Mama papa ngasih kesempatan ke aku biar aku bisa di amerika sekarang. I really love you both ♥♥♥ and i mean it. gue yang dari ga pernah bilang langsung ke bonyok gue "i love you !" sekarang jadi pengen ketemu mereka dan bener2 sayang sama mereka ♥♥ Kata hostdad gue "shame on you luna, you never told your parents directly to them that you love them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggulah aku di jakarta ! Seminggu lagi gue bakal muncul di indonesia. nanti kita seneng2 lagi, ketawa2 lagi . sampai jumpa, sampai kita bertemu lagi, i love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely yours, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna Puspita ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8398979098422525833?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8398979098422525833/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8398979098422525833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8398979098422525833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-913842267790675142</id><published>2010-05-22T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:02:41.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2010</title><content type='html'>don't count the days let the day count :) iya gue lagi memaksimalkan hari2 terakhir gue disini, 26 more days until i leave windom, 29 days until me facing the hot weather in jakarta lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo may was such a great month for me, started with i went to Oklahoma. Went to the National Weather Center which is so amazing! I met with all of the cool meteorologist in the whole word haha, and also i get to meet with the full armada of vortex 2 ! Vortex 2 is the largest field experiment in the whole world for research in tornado, isn't that awesome ? hihi. I get to storm chasing with them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, sebagai anak minnesotan yang udik, I finally went to Mall Of America ! and i get to eat shushi hahaha. i shop a lot and oh god how much i miss mall in jakarta lol :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days more of school, i just want to school to get done, i can't wait ! hihi. &lt;br /&gt;Schools out for summer ! Schools out forever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, luni :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-913842267790675142?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/913842267790675142/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/913842267790675142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/913842267790675142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010.html' title='May 2010'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2353148820502003110</id><published>2010-05-02T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:57:16.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>47 days left</title><content type='html'>kalo baca posting2an gue yang lama, dulu gue nulis 50 days left until i go to america. sekarang gue nulis 47 days left until i will leave america. hahahaha rasanya lucu deh. kenyataan itu emang lucu lol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just done with my prom. it was awesome. that's all that i can say for it haha. it will be a very loooooooooong story if i tell you right now, and i'm just not feeling like writing a whole lot haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaaaaaay, now i'm in norman, oklahoma. why ? because i'm in meteorology class. and we are in a field trip right now ! well maybe actually we are going to be a storm chaser. i'm really really hope that i will see a tornado. because now it doesn't really look like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-2353148820502003110?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2353148820502003110/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/05/47-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2353148820502003110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2353148820502003110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/05/47-days-left.html' title='47 days left'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5066877430355521411</id><published>2010-03-09T05:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:55:49.532+07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever will be will be</title><content type='html'>Faber est suae quisque fortunae- setiap orang adalah perancang nasibnya sendiri. kalo dipikir2, quote itu bener juga. We are the one that make our own choice. that make our own decision, choice for our own life. berat yee kalimatnya, but anyway itu yang ada di otak gue belakangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i talk and asked to people, i finally decided not to leave early. I'm not going to take the risk, go home early and take snmptn that my chance is really really small ? no f-ing way ! and i'm not in the mood for studying, i'm in the mood for having fun ;) kapan lagi bisa ke sekolah pake baju bebas ? kapan lagi bisa bangun jam  7 buat ke sekolah ? kapan lagi bisa jadi A straight student tanpa belajar ? and it's only 3 months left for me, for having fun before i get back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i'm the one who decided to be an ecxhange student, God only agree with my plan. pertama gue mikir bisa ke amerika, seneng2, belajar disana dan tadaaa ! dapet spmb deh. tapi hidup itu keras bung, belajar ga segampang yang dibayangin. dan buat gue yang ga pernah belajar, belajar lagi itu tambah keras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, now i'm pretty much preparing for being an 8 2011. who knows what's going to be happen for my next school year ? whatever will be will be, all i want to do is having fun right now. :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5066877430355521411?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5066877430355521411/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-will-be-will-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5066877430355521411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5066877430355521411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='whatever will be will be'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8982710210358492184</id><published>2010-03-02T07:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:31:16.112+07:00</updated><title type='text'>masa depan</title><content type='html'>gue udah ga pernah nyentuh ni blog sama sekali nih disini hahaha. and guess what ? i will be going home in 3.5 months ! jezz i never even think about going home. and now it just the only think that stuck in my mind. &lt;em&gt;gue ga mau pulang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa gue ga mau pulang ? there are a lot of reason, tons of reason actually&lt;br /&gt;1. i've already be a stranger in here, and i will be a stranger again in my own school. (no offense 2011, tapi gue emang ga tau 2011 sama sekali)&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't wanna be behind again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm not ready for school !!!! i never study at all. okelah sekarang gue emang belajar di meteorology, tapi cuma itu doang yang gue belajar&lt;br /&gt;4. i want to be in FHUI 2010 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okelah mungkin emang gue mau ngasih berjuta2 alesan, tapi gue cuma rationalizing. mungkin alesan yang paling jelas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gue ga siap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga siap buat pulang, ga siap buat ngulang, ga siap buat ngeliat semuanya kuliah dan gue berseragam putih abu abu belajar di 8, ga siap buat belajar, ga siap buat bangun pagi2 lagi buat sekolah, ga siap buat belajar setengah mati, ga siap dan ga siap dan ga siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosipnya snmptn tanggal 16 juni. masalah kedua muncul . gue baru pulang tanggal 18 juni which is nyampe indonesia tanggal 20 juni. apa iya gue harus pulang cepet demi smpb yang gue belom tentu dapet ? apa iya gue harus ngorbanin waktu minnesota gue ? tapi apa iya gue siap buat 8 2011 ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai ada option terakhir, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay in windom minnesota&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8982710210358492184?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8982710210358492184/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/03/masa-depan.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8982710210358492184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8982710210358492184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2010/03/masa-depan.html' title='masa depan'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7854769440482647708</id><published>2009-11-28T01:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:24:23.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, 27th november 2009</title><content type='html'>today suppose to be a black friday, a shopping day for me. but then dani and mariah decided not to go so i'm not going to my blackfriday dream :( it piss me off last night, but then i decided to behave haaaaaaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am today. sitting on the couch, with montain dew next to me, writing this blog with my phone. what should i do ? charles is packing his stuff, he is going to move next week and it make me so mad. Lg pms kali ye bawaannya pengen marah haha  . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa charles will leave next week, btw charles is my double placement. he is from china. well i never like him at all, but if he leaves i will be alone to face the days in this house. :( and i don't like that fact. oh i hate you so freaking much charles, ha ha just kidding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in jakarta, everyone seems so busy. Busy with the upcoming exam, sumatif, tryout, simak, uan. November is almost over. December will be come soon. All my friends seem so busy with studying. and i'm in here never study at all. hmmmmmm i miss social 2010 and i want that jacket so much. i think it will be so cool if i wear that jacket in here :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna, windom, minnesota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-7854769440482647708?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7854769440482647708/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-27th-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7854769440482647708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7854769440482647708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-27th-november-2009.html' title='friday, 27th november 2009'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-695414027447359463</id><published>2009-11-20T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:07:45.592+07:00</updated><title type='text'>footloose</title><content type='html'>halooooooooooo ! Gue baru balik dr performance pertama gue di fallplay, footloose. Masih ada 3x performance lagi, dan rasanya capeeeeeeeeeeek hehe. Tapi rasanya seneng bgt. Bsk bakal ada cast party di pizza entah apa namanya gue lupa. Terus hari sabtu bakal ada cast party lg . Gue seneng bgt, capek sih tp seneng aja. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jd footloose itu ceritanya ttg ren, dia pindah dr chicago ke bomont, kota kecil gitu. Nah di bomont, ada peraturan yg ga ngebolehin nari. any kind of dancing. Gara2 the patony bridge accident. naaah, pkknya ren ngelawan town hall, dibantu sm anak2 bomont. intinya sih konflik diantara student sm adult bomont. pada akhirnya town hall ngizinin kt buat ngadain dance, dmn kt semua pake promdress gt. mau liat fotonya ? tunggu aja di facebook ya, kalo gue ga mls ngupload hehe. tp gue janji bakal upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, di malem pertama pentas ada yg kocak bgt. masa ada yg nyuri 6bh di girl's cast changing room. maaf agak2 to the point ngomongny, tp itu aneh bgt ! 6bh hilang dlm 1 malam, dan 6bh itu bright colour bra. yg warnanya ungu, biru, merah. that is soo completely retarded. gue jauh2 ke amrik msh ada aja maling bh. 6bh dlm semalam pula. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-695414027447359463?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/695414027447359463/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/11/footloose.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/695414027447359463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/695414027447359463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/11/footloose.html' title='footloose'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-873399271697927547</id><published>2009-09-12T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:50:53.997+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alohaaa !</title><content type='html'>aloha semuanya ! gila lama banget ga update blog. maklum ya disini komputer rumahnya nge block blogger gitu, jadi apa daya tangan tak sampai. ga bisa update blog deh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi apa kabar semuanya ? baik baik saja ? gue disini lagi di perpustakaan windom nih. udah 3 minggu gue disini. semuanya baik baik saja :) sekolah ? lancar lancar hehe. bagaimana kabar indonesia ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekolahnya so far so good. gue disini dapet junior -_- huhu tapi gapapalah yaa, semoga aja kita bisa bertemu di ui tahun depan amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;host sist gue udah selesai milih buku nih, nanti deh ya gue update blog yang panjaaaang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-873399271697927547?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/873399271697927547/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/09/alohaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/873399271697927547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/873399271697927547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/09/alohaaa.html' title='alohaaa !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7095561876469169492</id><published>2009-08-19T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:24:15.671+07:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray for me guys</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving indonesia for 10 months starting from tomorrow. and now I can't even think of it. dag dig duer rasanya hahahaha. please pray for me okaaaaaay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.tolong doakan semoga perjalanan gue lancar, tanpa ada hambatan apapun&lt;br /&gt;2. tolong doakan hostfam gue sayang ama gue, gue ga ada masalah ama dia&lt;br /&gt;3. tolong doakan semoga gue bisa cepet dapet temen -uh oh thinking of this is killing me people&lt;br /&gt;4. tolong doakan semoga semuanya lancar selama 10 bulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin ya allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank youuuuu, a big big thankssss !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see you on 20th of june 2010 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-7095561876469169492?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7095561876469169492/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray-for-me-guys.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7095561876469169492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7095561876469169492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray-for-me-guys.html' title='please pray for me guys'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-1407513458146709565</id><published>2009-08-10T23:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:02:44.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new hair</title><content type='html'>today is my father birthday ! jadi gue sekeluarga besar makan makan di shushi tei ps. naaah sebenernya sih bukan mau cerita itunya, tapi kejadian sebelum itu haha. kan gue beli kacamata baru, berhubung di amerika nanti susah kali ya kalo kacamata saya rusak ditengah perjalanan merantau saya. dan kalau kacamata saya rusak, bagaimana saya bisa hidup haha. nah tadi gue ngambil kacamata baru itu di ps, tapi nyokap gue bilang itu kenapa kenapaaa gitu kacamatanya (ribet deh kalo dijelasin haha), jadi kacamata itu ditingal lagi buat dibenerin framenya.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah terus kata nyokap gue, potong rambut di amrik itu mahal ! jadi gue disuruh potong rambut dulu tadi, mumpung didepan optik tunggal kan salon berjejer banyak tuh, alhasil diseretlah gue ke salon. naaah kan gue pengennya rambut gue yang setebal buku harpot itu ditipisin. tapi di tony&amp;amp; guy kata mas2nya ga bisa nipisin . tau dah kena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pa ga ngerti gue. yaudah gue pasrah aja mau diapain rambut gue, asal poninya ga dipotong sama panjangnya ga berubah2 amat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daaaaaan hasilnya adalah ? rambut gue tidak kelihatan berubah. merasa percuma ? iya, sangat hahaha. rambut gue cuma jadi lebih tipis, dan itu pun ga tipis2 amat, tidak sesuai harapan. dan komentar yang gue dapatkan ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"rambutmu mirip kayak sanchai lun" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SoBR8dAErsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fuUsg_pP5o4/s200/Photo+580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368380854844567234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SoBR8FnhJkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kIJgKTktlzE/s200/Photo+578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368380848567559746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaaat ? cobalah berikan pendapat ya !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-1407513458146709565?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/1407513458146709565/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1407513458146709565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1407513458146709565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-hair.html' title='my new hair'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SoBR8dAErsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fuUsg_pP5o4/s72-c/Photo+580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-125035359607822488</id><published>2009-07-27T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:20:44.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nacel'/><title type='text'>a day with NOD 18</title><content type='html'>18th july 2009 was a great day. I spent my whole day with NOD 18 :))))) mulai dari jam 10 pagi gue kerumah indra di kuningan buat latian nari. terus entah kenapa tiba2 si indra apa siapa bilang pengen main sepeda. akhirnya indra ngeluarin semua sepeda yang ada dirumahnya yaitu 5 biji sepeda. kayaknya sih 1 orang 1 sepeda dirumah dia. naah berhubung kita yang baru dateng waktu itu ada 7 orang, jadi kita mainnya gantian gitu. awalnya malah terbersit ide buat kerumahnya radian, tapi karena udah capek duluan jadi cuma sampe puterannya komplek patra kuningan deh. udah gitu dengan begonya ada yaris merah, kita kira itu natasha dan kita kejar deh. tapi ternyataaa itu bukan natasha. jadi hmm begonya ketauan sih. nah pas kita lagi bersepeda pelan pelan gitu, tiba2 muncul lah mobilnya si jasmine, dengan mas nanang, mas kiki. mereka malah kebingungan ngeliat kita lagi main sepeda hahaha &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2p651II7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qZro94MV3GM/s200/SDC11104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363129560689288114" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2p7RZlZLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G52BjV5pzg4/s200/SDC11108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363129567016215730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sekumpulan anak norak yang udah lama ga main sepeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah terus setelah kita semua makan ketoprak yang berenti di depan rumahnya indra, kita mulai latian deh. hari ini emang ada rencana geng betawi, which is gue, sabrina, jasmine, radian, zarfan,  bakal tes mental . jeng jeng apakah tes mental ? kita bakal nari didepan para direksi indomobil teman teman. di hotel sheraton media, buat pembukaan raker indomobil. agak agak ga percaya sih sebenernya, tapi gimana dong ? mas nanangnya udah bawa kostum dan makeup komplit coy. daaaaaaaan inilah hasil dandanan kita para cewek geng betawi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2uDOO8DII/AAAAAAAAAEg/lRhysKfVIoE/s200/SDC11113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363134101651721346" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2uC-Qk7lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1OdbuFg790E/s200/SDC11114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363134097363627602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tampak depan tampak belakang nih, kepala gue rasanya beraaaat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2uDsMktzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VTztPkg1E6s/s200/SDC11124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363134109694867250" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2uEKYH7bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYcCsHF6MK8/s200/Picture+(5).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363134117796375986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;setelah di makeup dan pake bajunya nih, how do you think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah setelah itu, kita kan emang udah ada rencana buat ngasih surprise ke lia. jadi kita kong kali kong sama mas nanang buat marah2in lia. jadi pas geng piring lagi latian, lia selalu diomelin. dibilang liaaa kakinya salah. lia fokus dong kasian temen yang lain. lia kamu tuh nari ya, bukan jadi model, padahal lia juga sebenernya ga salah sih haha. pokonya tampangnya udah bete gitu deh. terus kita semua nyanyi happy birthday daaaaan dia nangis hahahaha puas deh kita ngeliat dia nangis begitu. :D tapi katanya mas nanang kurang dimarahin tuh, pengennya pas lagi dimarah2in lianya nangis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2xEuwxcHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1npJANJJP2o/s200/SDC11160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363137426098319474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ayoo make a wish ! semoga piring ga pecah lagi-demi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2xD6OkXdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gm6LIIyiRW0/s200/SDC11129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363137411996212690" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2xFNYzjmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/844dhklaiYc/s200/SDC11134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363137434319294050" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2xEemt_HI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Z8xrOnFf_2M/s200/SDC11138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363137421761182834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;with love from us, nod 18 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;setelah itu kita para geng betawi, plus mas nanang sama irul pergi ke sheraton media. dag dig dug deh rasanya. gimana dong kan gue tidak pernah menari didepan umum. nah pas lagi nunggu anak anak cowoknya di makeup, kita kan di retouch lagi tuh makeupnya dimana ditebelin ama mas nanang. terus pas gue lagi diem, tiba tiba si mas kiki bilang ke gue, aduh cina banget sih kamu lun. dan anak anak bilang gue kayak putri guang zhou . hmmmmmmmh yah terima aja lah abisnya mau gimana lagi dong ya hahaha. terus pas nari, untungnya gue setengah buta gitu gara gara narinya ga pake kacamata kan. pertamanya deg degan banget deh. untung mereka semua pada tepuk tangan, baru deh gue pede buat menari hahaha. tapi begonya gue, gue ga keliatan selendang gue dimana ! jadi gue agak agak ga dpt selendangnya gitu pas harus narik tuh selendang. terus katanya gue juga kayak kelinci hahaha yah udahlah maafin ya mas nanang. inilah betawi full team sama mas nanang sama mas kiki sekalian :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;big thanks to you both ya mas, kalo ga ada mas nanang sama mas kiki aku tetep bakal jadi luna yang rekor menarinya terakhir itu kelas 2sd haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2ywPAzR2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MoUirrNbLqw/s200/180720092145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363139273001486178" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2ywmWHm9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/T3LgKTqdwFU/s200/180720092146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363139279264914386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;inilah betawi full team, kita akhirnya berhasil loh menari tarian tanpa akhir itu hihi, seneng ga seneng gaaaaaa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2yw_Q_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LOBeoXhUX6g/s200/SDC11143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363139285954291554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fter the show dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;last but not least, i heart youuuuu nod 18 :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm209IZl62I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z_tNVqGxi2k/s200/SDC11135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363141693587975010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nod 18 full team :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pusing bacanya ? hmm maaf deh jangan protes ya hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Hiragino Kaku Gothic ProN; color: #333333"&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;luna&lt;span style="font: 35.0px Lucida Handwriting"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Hiragino Kaku Gothic ProN'; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6503529840534440197-125035359607822488?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/125035359607822488/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-with-nod-18.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/125035359607822488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/125035359607822488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-with-nod-18.html' title='a day with NOD 18'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sm2p651II7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qZro94MV3GM/s72-c/SDC11104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5237884578218544423</id><published>2009-07-16T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:59:06.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally a great day !</title><content type='html'>hari ini gue ga masuk sekolah lagi, emang asal deh gue seminggu ini. selang seling masuk sekolahnya hahaha, males coy gimana dong ? gue ada latian nari yang dibikinnya jam 1 siang mulu, drpd gue izin2 malah ga blh keluar sama sekolah, mending gue ga masu aja kan ? lagian kemaren pas masuk sekolah dimana gue udah niat mau belajar demi masa depan bangsa yang besar, eh sekolahnya juga udah bikin males. ga ada yang bener bener belajar. jadi useless banget deh sekolah, mending gue bersenang senang sama anak anak nacel yang semakin tampak keasliannya hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi awalnya hari ini gue mau ke dokter, ceritanya sih mau vaksin flu. jadi gue bangun pagi pagi karena berangkat sm bokap gue. pas gue lagi sarapan di kantor bokap, ternyata bokap gue baru tau kalo sang dokter okky hari ini ga praktek. hmm oke deh, jadi gue pulang ke rumah. terus mody kerumah deh, kita berenang hihi :)) sayang sesi foto foto ga sempet dijalankan nih, jadi rencananya mody gagal deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus gue kerumah indra, buat latian nari. awalnya gue semangat 45 karena katanya bakal ada mas nanang dan nanti bakal nonton harpot di stibud. tapi ternyata mas nanangnya br bisa dtg jam 2 dan katanya useless kalo kita cuma latian 1 jam (kita udah beli tiket buat nonton jam 3) jadinya kita mindah latian hari sabtu. tadi segabut gabutnya gabut deh. badan gue rasanya kaku banget, jadi ga bisa digerakin dengan maksimal hahaha. td juga gue latiannya males malesan banget, terus ngeliat videonya mas nanang sama video gue nari. ternyata hasilnya ? yang bagus bener bener baru 1% coy, gue nari kayak bebek hahaha. gue paling cacat disitu diantara yang lain haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus kita nonton harpot deh ber 11 :)))) seru deh seriussss hahahaha. &lt;em&gt;a must watch movie &lt;/em&gt;. pas gue nonton banyak kejadian lucu, masa pas ada adegan lucunya gitu ada yang duduk dibelakang gue ketawa kayak nenek lampir. ketawa ga berenti berenti udah gitu nyaring banget lagi. terus pas sls nonton, adeknya indra salah ngegandeng orang sampe pacarnya orang yang digandeng bingung itu anak siapa hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan besok ? insyaallah gue bakal ke ulangtahun lia dirumahnya. daan gue masih bingung mau pake apaan. bsk males banget nih masuk, tapi gimana doong . lalalala hmmm liat besok deh gimana haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5237884578218544423?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5237884578218544423/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/totally-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5237884578218544423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5237884578218544423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/totally-great-day.html' title='totally a great day !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4778763025493971569</id><published>2009-07-03T22:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:17:47.340+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>ips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4ua1bKJLI/AAAAAAAAADM/XL8pqTc_82A/s1600-h/Photo+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4ua1bKJLI/AAAAAAAAADM/XL8pqTc_82A/s200/Photo+518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354268045542565042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idham naya mitha uun luna -satu lagi gue bingung itu siapa ga jelas maaf yaaa hehe. pelajaran pak edi, benerin tesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4ua6XwaBI/AAAAAAAAADE/uB2dPLBrNfQ/s1600-h/SDC11069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4ua6XwaBI/AAAAAAAAADE/uB2dPLBrNfQ/s200/SDC11069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354268046870472722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitri luna asti ujang eja mody ezi ign hae dali zabet, dufan do fun ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rLYlgFWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IMyp8XZW8BU/s1600-h/SDC10814.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rLYlgFWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IMyp8XZW8BU/s200/SDC10814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354264481568396642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;binar luna, pelajaran mr.fajar yang kita menghabiskan waktu dengan foto" yang banyaaaaak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rK56UAxI/AAAAAAAAACs/B7yhG_S9H0I/s1600-h/SDC10454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rK56UAxI/AAAAAAAAACs/B7yhG_S9H0I/s200/SDC10454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354264473334186770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anggi moy, pelajaran kosong yang saking seringnya ada sampe bingung mau ngapain lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rKZ1RDCI/AAAAAAAAACk/v1R8MvP6TZc/s1600-h/Photo+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rKZ1RDCI/AAAAAAAAACk/v1R8MvP6TZc/s200/Photo+172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354264464723086370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;mody imes asti ujang, pelajaran seni musik dong hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rKHHl4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/v85NkvopoL0/s1600-h/Photo+581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4rKHHl4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/v85NkvopoL0/s200/Photo+581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354264459699675458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luna, waktu pelaporan hasil tesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4nEqUoHwI/AAAAAAAAACU/mj97xPbfDJY/s200/Photo+359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259968023863042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rio idham dei luna, pelajaran pak priyo. dimana kita niat banget sampe nurunin figura peraturan atau entah apalah itu yang diturunin rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4nEApAjTI/AAAAAAAAACM/tP82Ph7xAnA/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4nEApAjTI/AAAAAAAAACM/tP82Ph7xAnA/s200/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259956835061042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asti ujang, pelajaran seni musik yang artinya pelajaran sangat menyenangkan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4nDyw5IoI/AAAAAAAAACE/kGX_5DETsTI/s200/Photo+349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259953110033026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dei luna, pelajaran pak priyo di ave ipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;itu cuma sebagian kecil dari ips. masih banyak foto foto yang lainnya, gue kangen deh sama semuanyaaaaaa. kalo fotonya dimasukin semua itu banyak banget. gue aja ngeliatnya bisa gila sendiri saking banyaknya. tapi aku tetep sayang ips hihi. semua orang ips loh, tanpa terkecuali. sayang nih gue ga punya foto ips lengkap. makanya ga ada disini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Hiragino Kaku Gothic ProN; color: #333333"&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;luna&lt;span style="font: 35.0px Lucida Handwriting"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-4778763025493971569?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4778763025493971569/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/ips.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4778763025493971569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4778763025493971569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/07/ips.html' title='ips'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sk4ua1bKJLI/AAAAAAAAADM/XL8pqTc_82A/s72-c/Photo+518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-6777451551621888380</id><published>2009-06-30T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:25:07.944+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>50 days again</title><content type='html'>50 days until i leave indonesia for 10 months. is it a long time or just a short time ? i think it's a short time . oke gue belom memikirkan packing, souvenir, dan gue takut teman teman. gue takut ga dapet temen, gue takut keluarga gue ga menerima gue, gue takut hari pertama gue disekolah. oh okay, it's getting crazy now. i'm a little bit panic when i look at calendar, i'm going on 20th august 2009. yeeeeeah it's the first day of fasting. and i guess i won't fasting at that day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayaknya sih keluarga gue baik, dan semoga mereka sangat baik dan sangat sayang sama gue hihi. tapi mereka punya anjing yang namanya sammy . yaaa cita cita gue sih tercapai, punya anjing. tapi kok jadi takut ya . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SkoJXKQ5ipI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9_xBPFVoX8M/s200/x-mas+january+to+march+2009+200-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353101400580131474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inilah si sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ketakutan gue tidak beralasan sih haha, tapi ini pertama kalinya gue dirumah dengan anjing. mereka bilang, mereka juga punya 3kucing. oke binatangnya banyak ya dirumah ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wish me luck yeaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 35.0px Lucida Handwriting; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Hiragino Kaku Gothic ProN; color:#333333;"&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 35.0px Lucida Handwriting"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-6777451551621888380?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/6777451551621888380/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/50-days-again.html#comment-form' title='8 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6777451551621888380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/6777451551621888380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/50-days-again.html' title='50 days again'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SkoJXKQ5ipI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9_xBPFVoX8M/s72-c/x-mas+january+to+march+2009+200-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-1318795533438722202</id><published>2009-06-29T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:52:06.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hate growing old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-if there's a real peter pan in this fake world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; i want to go with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll go with tinker bell's pixie dust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;not with the captain hook's ship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and playing all day long :)&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/6503529840534440197-1318795533438722202?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/1318795533438722202/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1318795533438722202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1318795533438722202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind.html' title='mind'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8386650410705956912</id><published>2009-06-26T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:21:00.010+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>dancing class</title><content type='html'>one thing that i believe until now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dancing make your body feel sick, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;gue baru 3x les nari, dan selalu sehabis nari semua badan gue sakit. yang pantat lo sakit gara gara lo goyangnya salah, agak agak merasa osteoporosis abis nahan kayang. punggung lo pegel banget rasanya. yaaah banyaklah kesakitan kesakitan badan yang dialami oleh an amateur dancer. haha . tapi rupanya itu kurang buat kakak kakak tersayang ye &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaaaaaah gila . we already practise from thursday until saturday. each of them consist 4hours practise. dan hanya butuh beberapa kata untuk menghancurkan itu, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kita semua bosen ngeliat tarian lo. ganti tariannya. &lt;/span&gt;oh my god. yang bener aje deh, yaaa walaupun gue ga ikut tari pakarena, tapi rasa kesal dan lain lainnya itu ada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm. they said that it is for our own goodness. itu buat kebaikan diri kita sendiri. yaa emang sih daripada diganti pas udah beli kostum yang mahal itu dan lain lainnya, mending diganti dari sekarang. tapi kan tetep ajaaaaaa rasanya gimana gitu . huhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaaah kadang kenyataan lebih pahit ya untuk menghadapi kebenarang haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8386650410705956912?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8386650410705956912/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-class.html#comment-form' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8386650410705956912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8386650410705956912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-class.html' title='dancing class'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8177044699714655121</id><published>2009-06-22T23:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:59:28.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>i'm legally 17 !</title><content type='html'>19th of june, 2009 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeaaaaaay today is my day. i'm legally 17th now. hihi. thank you for all the wishes, and the lovely surprise nhebs : ) what's so special for being 17th ? hmmmmmmmmm, i don't know. but at least being 17th is better than being 16th hihi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well most of my friend say like this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunaaaa udah 17 sekarang. semoga bisa jadi lebih dewasa yaa . be mature lunaaaa ! don't be such a kid anymore hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wah apa gue seanak kecil itu ya ? hahaha . tapi yang jelas gue mau janji ama diri gue sendiri, gue harus jadi lebih dewasa. :) be a mature person. gue pengen mengurangi ke-cengengan gue itu, yang dikit dikit bisaa aja nangis. yang bisa marah kapan aja dengan gampangnya . pengen bisa belajar mandiri. ga selalu bergantung sama orang lain. bentar lagi gue bakalan jauh dari semua orang yang gue kenal, gimana caranya gue bertahan disana kalo gue selalu bergantung sama orang. we have to make our choices by our selves. be brave to make a decision and be brave to take the risk. shits not happen, but shits always happen because it is. hidup kita bakal berubah karena kita, bukan karena orang lain. kita yang ngebuat keputusan buat diri kita, karena kita sendiri yang ngejalanin hidup kita. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ini gue juga belajar gimana percaya sama orang. gue harus percaya sama temen temen gue kalo mereka membuat sesuatu yang baik dan blm saatnya gue tau. kalo dulu gue udah marah marah kali tuh, tapi sekarang ga bakalaaaaaan . haha yaah apapun itu gue percaya sama kalian . cuma yang bikin pertanyaan itu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gue ga melakukan sesuatu yang salah kan ? kalo ada bilang ya, abis itu doang yang gue takutin hehe . well until now i think i didn't do anything wrong i guess. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mau cerita tentang nhebs sih tadi, tapi foto2nya belom ada, jadi gue mau ngepending ceritanya nanti dulu ya hehe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&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/6503529840534440197-8177044699714655121?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8177044699714655121/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-legally-17.html#comment-form' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8177044699714655121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8177044699714655121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-legally-17.html' title='i&apos;m legally 17 !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-9221642594421673659</id><published>2009-06-09T15:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:47:55.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>todaaaaay</title><content type='html'>1. happy birthdaaaay to deilika chairina haryadi ! we love you so much hihi . ga nyangka kan lo bakal diiket ditiang dan amis banget hari ini ? we love youuuu d, i'll update this blog to show you how does she look like . errr terrible actually . i'm waiting for lusi to upload the photo's. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just wait hihi : ) me love you de happy birthday once again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. when i was buying the cake for dei with moy, my friend assissting us. and we stopped at burger&amp;amp;grill and have some chitchat. well he (my friend) asked me about my friends at my old school, 26. i said to him that i think i don't belong to them anymore. i told him about my friend birthday party which i wasn't invited. at that time, i didn't feel sad anymore about them. he told me, if i make a farewell party or a birthday party, do not forget to invite him. and i said, yeees of course ! i won't forget it. i'm a person who always remember my friend. and we both laugh about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hey i'm actually having a good time today with you : ) long time no see and hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo, luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-9221642594421673659?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/9221642594421673659/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/todaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9221642594421673659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9221642594421673659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/todaaaaay.html' title='todaaaaay'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4131628205536825156</id><published>2009-06-08T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:45:01.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>boringggggggggggggg</title><content type='html'>today was so boring . i have nothing to do.  i woke up at 8 and start watching some dvd's.  having breakfast at 11, or should i call that brunch ? haha . watching dvd again and grab some lunch with my brother. and i start to playing with my laptop, i don't even know what to do again now. having some chitchat with my besssst friend, doing like a stupid person on facebook, and now what again ? i don't even get out from my room today because my house was being renovated at downstairs. ooooh come on, finish my house as soon as possible pleaseeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-4131628205536825156?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4131628205536825156/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/boringggggggggggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>today is awesome ! hari ini sangat amat menyenangkan . setelah hari hari kemaren itu sangat suram buat gue, mungkin emang harus suram dulu yaa baru bisa seneng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason that i'm very happy today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I met him hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's okaaaay if you keep pulling my hair and hiding away when you did it,  talking like a funny person because i always feel like a lovey-dovey person hihi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got a hostfam !&lt;br /&gt;tadi tiba tiba nacel nlvn gue, dan dia bilang gue dapet hostfam di minnesota . gue segera merasa ingin pulang ke rumah dan buka email . lalu gue dapet di suatu tempat yang namanya windom . actually i have no idea about this. so i decided to googing, but then i only find :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windom is a city in cottonwood county. blablabla . i can't find any picture at all. when i find the picture, i'll show youuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katanya sih disana dingin banget kalo musim dingin, -2derajat. agak agak ga kebayang sih kayak gimana. but the whole thing, it will be fun , wish me luck yeaaaaa !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8383404836012234922?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8383404836012234922/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8383404836012234922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8383404836012234922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4756840358905526504</id><published>2009-06-03T18:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:19:41.729+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>dear you</title><content type='html'>ga tau deh hari ini yaa hmm,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not in the mood for everything.  &lt;/span&gt;sumatif gue hari ini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akuntansi sama penjas&lt;/span&gt; dua-duanya kayaknya bakal suram deh nilainya, mikirnya setengah hati dan ga belajar bener bener. yaa udahlah lupakan itu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue berfikiran bahwa hari ini mood gue sangat melankolis. tadi pagi dijalan sambil dengerin ipod, tiba tiba gue keinget sama 1 kalimat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ngapain sih un naroh itu ditas ? udahlah di buang aja" &lt;/span&gt;mungkin tepatnya keinget sama satu peristiwa yaa. gue ga tau kenapa bisa keinget itu. it just suddenly come up at my mind. and i really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basi ya kalimat gue ? haha. tapi yaa begitulah rasanya hari ini. gue tiba tiba kangen banget sama sikapnya dia, sikapnya yang selalu aneh, grasak grusuk sendiri, cengengesan ga jelas, heboh sendiri di tlvn, yang selalu ngalah sama gue haha, seneng banget pake sendal hotel walaupun itu udah robek robek, suka banget tidur pagi kayak kalong, susah banget dibanguninnya, selalu nlvn gue kalo gue sms ga bisa tidur walaupun itu jam 3pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia emang jarang romantis, tapi dia selalu berusaha. apa coba bikin gue cemburu dengan smsan sama ........... boleh sih idenya, tapi kan agak ga logis haha. bikin surprise yang gagal. sikapnya dia childlish banget. dia rela menghabiskan liburan dirumah gue ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't that sweet ? &lt;/span&gt;dimana mana orang bakal marah kalo gue ga bisa pergi, awalnya dia emang marah tapi mungkin dia menerima keadaan gue kali ya haha. gue masih ada utang ama dia, ngajarin dia masak karena dia bilang dia ga bisa masak sama sekali .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaa gila gue kangen sama dia. hubungan terakhir gue sama dia dibilang sangat buruk, oke sangat amat buruk. gue ga bisa lepas dari seseorang yang akhirnya mengorbankan dia. aduh klise yaa ? tapi aaaaaaaa ya begitulah. i just miss him. gue ga bisa bilang sama temen gue yang sahabatnya dia karena gue yang dulu nyakitin dia, ilang gitu aja dan yaah many other bad things. lagipula dia sekarang udah punya cewek. jadi yaudahlah apa daya tangan tak sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know when, but i believe somedaaay you'll read this silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry&lt;br /&gt;For anything I might have done&lt;br /&gt;And Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt the only one&lt;br /&gt;And Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;That best laid plans sometimes fall through&lt;br /&gt;For anything I might have done I apologize to you&lt;br /&gt;For anything I might have done I apologize to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everytime I lied right to your face&lt;br /&gt;And you knew it&lt;br /&gt;For all the wasted time that we cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;For everytime a discussion turned into an argument wed fight&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I could have it back tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try and count your tears would be like standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The weathers been bad for years for that Ill gladly take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Now our two separate lives will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that you can forgive someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6503529840534440197-4756840358905526504?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4756840358905526504/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4756840358905526504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4756840358905526504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-you.html' title='dear you'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5269798087142955567</id><published>2009-06-03T07:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:40:10.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post for today</title><content type='html'>it's a long time that i haven't write anything into this blog, being busy and lazy, and also no idea what to write about haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'm gonna have some accounting test and p.e test. and yeees i didn't study anything. i am to lazy to study. i've already tired of study, can we just have fun with no test at all ? actually i'm getting nervous with my score, i get 64 in religion . i think spending 9 years at islamic school can't prove anything hahaha . what else did i got ? the score didn't publish yet. all i can do is praying all the time for that thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to kumon, and i haven't done my homework yet. i think i'll skip that thing, maybe . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you read this miss, so sorry ! a big apologize to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm gonna take a bath now, and go to school and read something about accounting. wish me luck please hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna : )&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5269798087142955567?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5269798087142955567/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5269798087142955567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5269798087142955567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-post-for-today.html' title='quick post for today'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-5729897525234558017</id><published>2009-05-18T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:29:30.192+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>do you believe in love ?</title><content type='html'>just one day, if i could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;close to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my heart where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love of my life you really are&lt;br /&gt;still be showering you with kisses like snow in winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we were like best of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but we were falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never could pretend&lt;br /&gt;night after night we used to talk about&lt;br /&gt;me and you, the things we do together forever ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do you believe in love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the promise that it brings&lt;br /&gt;that you'll never grow apart&lt;br /&gt;well that's what he said to me&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to go ?&lt;br /&gt;we were inseperable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you and me will always be together for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-5729897525234558017?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/5729897525234558017/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-believe-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5729897525234558017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/5729897525234558017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-believe-in-love.html' title='do you believe in love ?'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8315665930516477184</id><published>2009-05-16T15:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:34:13.432+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>musicaaaaal !</title><content type='html'>langsung ya capcus bahasa indonesia, pengen cerita lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini ips tampilin drama musikal . jadi konsep acaranya kayak acara" dasyat ama inbox gitu. kelebihan acara ini adalah kita punya tv yang segede manusia. walaupun tvnya agak agak peyot haha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;udah stres banget bikinnya &lt;/span&gt;tapi tv itu bisa nampilin video klip terbaru, iklan, gosip, sama video call gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah yang jadi presenternya itu anggi ujang sama ezi . kita semua udah panik nunggu ezi dkk yang pada osn ekonomi dan ga dateng dateng juga merekanya . para presenter itu pake baju seragam, anggi pake baju sd ujang baju smp &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ozone tepatnya hahaha &lt;/span&gt;ezi pake seragam sma 8 tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video klip yang pertama itu BBB, disini gue dei asti rio haekal nyanyi putus nyambung dengan pakaian tidur dan background kamar . agak takut sebenernya krn yg nonton banyaaaaaaaak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oke lebay ga banyak amat, tapi cukup banyak lah &lt;/span&gt;. terus iklan sunsilk, disini naya dijambak sama zabeth yang ternyata rambutnya naya rontok . lalu datanglah sang ibu yang bernama wulan menawarkan sunsilk agar rambutnya seindah dia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iklan banget deh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;/span&gt;terus ada gosip, pembawa acaranya si belina. gosip ttg kemana manohara. binar jadi maknya si manohara, nangis" ga blh ketemu manohara . dewi jadi kknya manohara. mita jadi utusan kerajaan malaysie nya. terus ign jadi apanya gitu pkknya utusan malaysie juga deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video berikutnya titi kamal sama adji 'drive'. disini adalah cornel dan adery. mereka nyanyi resah tanpamu . yaaaaaa lumayanlah. video ini termasuk ditakutkan sama anak anak. tapi alhamdulillah semuanya baik baik aja haha. terus ada si moy yang jadi orang dari bojong kenyot yang fansnya acara ini. semacam video message gitu lah kalo di inbox haha. dia katanya ngefans banget sama tiket dan dia nyanyi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanya kamu yang bisa, membuat aku jadi tergila gila. membuat aku jatuh cinta ......"&lt;/span&gt; abis itu ada iklan oreo, yang main disini cecel, ifa, sama nava. mereka membanggakan oreo gitu kalo oreo bisa blablabla haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video berikutnya gita gutawa . disini adalah gai nyanyi aku cinta dia. koreonya banyak deh. ada yang jadi penari dengan muka datar. terus ada yang bawa hati, bunga, mata , angka satu. terus ada aksi livenya dewi persik sama glenn. disini adalah mody dan idham. mereka nyanyi hikayat cinta dengan full koreografi . inilah aksi rahasia ips. latian bego bgt didepan perpus ditutup"in hahaha. terus si mody dikasih kejutan, suaminya dateng . bawa bunga dan ngerayu" dia gitu. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;abis itu iklan obat nyamuk, ceritanya obat nyamuk bakar gitu . disini yang jadi pemerannya fitri, marcheli, eja, sama adit. ceritanya mereka sok" lagi banyak bgt nyamuk gitu, terus adit datang sama eja mengusir nyamuk itu dengan obat nyamuk bakar hahaha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;terus kita semua sekelas turun dari panggung buat nyanyi bareng". kita nyanyi begitu indah dari padi. terus yang terakhir, ada iklan yang baru dibuat mendadak yaitu iklannya moy sama rio. jadi moy dengan rambut panjangnya itu ngesot ke depan tv dan tiba" ditarik rio terus rio ngomong "saksikan sadako, hanya di dering" jayus ya belakangnya hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu kita sekelas foto didepan tv kebesaran kita ! lalu bu paulin ngomong ke kelas, dia seneng katanya ips bagus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alhamdulillah ! &lt;/span&gt;katanya payah kalo ips sampe jelek hahaha, padahal sebelumnya kita semua panik kalo tampilan kita jelek . terakhir kita tos rame", ips 2010 sukses !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and yes i saw him : ) he is there, in the front row, watching from the very beginning until the very last . although there's some gossip that he is gonna back to his ex, but i am happy to see him today : ) maybe he didn't realize that i am watching him, but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&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/6503529840534440197-8315665930516477184?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8315665930516477184/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/musicaaaaal.html#comment-form' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8315665930516477184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8315665930516477184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/musicaaaaal.html' title='musicaaaaal !'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-2765664485850278543</id><published>2009-05-12T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:01:54.623+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i had a bad bad bad thing . one people, well a girl actually scratched me at my hand. 3 scratches and the second one is bleeding. i got scratched at the swimming pool in my apartment. i was swimming vertically and she was swimming horizontally. so at that time when she was swimming next to beside me, she scratched my hand and talking in chinese. she said that i was disturbing her swimming. but hell no i didn't do anything.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sgkr-X8UgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/AiZzWXkh0LQ/s1600-h/SDC10697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sgkr-X8UgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/AiZzWXkh0LQ/s200/SDC10697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334843584175964722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is what she had done to me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeeaaaa i hate you fake athlete ! my cousin heard from a man in the fitness center, he said that she was a swimming athlete for indonesia. hey your such a fake athlete. an athlete should have a proper education, and yes you do not have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&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/6503529840534440197-2765664485850278543?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/2765664485850278543/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/swimming.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2765664485850278543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/2765664485850278543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/05/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/Sgkr-X8UgjI/AAAAAAAAABI/AiZzWXkh0LQ/s72-c/SDC10697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-1456000033781161400</id><published>2009-04-26T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:25:30.761+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>last night of holiday</title><content type='html'>a few more hours to school, and i still did not want to face some school stuff. in fact tomorrow my class will be moved again to ave ips and that room is so hot. my class hate it so much.  and tomorrow i will have a flag ceremony. oh god please i hate ceremony. i can't think about the purpose of standing with no talks and good position for about 30 minutes. who's the person that making an idea of ceremony ? i have to wake up at 5.oo am tomorrow and i can't think about it. for a week i woke up at 9.oo am hahaha, and now i have to go to be at my school at 6.20 am because that ceremony stuff .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kab-karimun.go.id/images/dinas/foto_kegiatan/12762upacara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.kab-karimun.go.id/images/dinas/foto_kegiatan/12762upacara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yeah i hate it for merlin's beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okaay forgot about tomorrow, today i met someone . well not someone, a friend of mine . and that person said something that make me think about it a whole day. hahahaha . okay it's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom finish her work now, so it's time to go home and have a nice sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles ; )&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/6503529840534440197-1456000033781161400?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/1456000033781161400/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-of-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1456000033781161400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/1456000033781161400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-of-holiday.html' title='last night of holiday'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-336577484405333422</id><published>2009-04-26T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:21:43.877+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>more holidaaaay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faherty.com/badsleep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.faherty.com/badsleep2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more holiday please. tomorrow is a nightmare and i don't want to face someone tomorrow. give me more holidaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-336577484405333422?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/336577484405333422/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-holidaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/336577484405333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/336577484405333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-holidaaaay.html' title='more holidaaaay'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-500200346138977172</id><published>2009-04-23T13:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:27:36.608+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>can i called this holiday ?</title><content type='html'>what a day. yeaah i shouldn't call this holiday. i just trapped inside house and no where to go because i can't have my driver with me. Since i am not very good at driving car by my self so i have to put away my mind from driving all alone by myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day of holiday, i bought some dvd, doughnuts, novels.&lt;/div&gt;kinda boring though but what else i can do ? i ignore my friend request to assist him buying a present for his girlfriend. yet i don't know what&lt;div&gt; to do again. but i decided to  finish my 4th sesion of prison break and michael scofield was awesome ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.textually.org/tv/archives/images/set3/prison-break-subdivision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well he do have a big brain, do people like him really insist in this world ? you should watch this series, you will love him : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, second day of holiday. my friends from social class came to my house . at first we want to practise our drama musical. but some of the cast that should came can't make it so the girls end up with make up-ing each other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeea i love you wulan&lt;/span&gt;, gossiping, comics and the boys end up with playing billiard . wasn't a very good day but i am not alone like yesterday. we wanted to eat bakso, so we went to buaran to eat bakso lapangan tembak senayan haha . and this day was a day for my friend dewi. she is having a 1 year 5 months celebration with her boyfriend : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third day of holiday, (again) my friends from social class came to my house. but again, we end up with gossiping and doing some stuff like yesterday. at evening i went to kumon and i took the x level, it's an optional level for math completers so i guess my journey on kumon didn't end yet aaaaargh. and guess it, that x level was still on english, so for once in my life i'll do my math course in english. okay sounds (not) good to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth day of holiday, i was supposed to go to my friends house, for the drama musical. but i can't reached my driver so i end up with this blogging things, watching dvd, playing piano and end up with boring. yeah this day isn't good at all. i missed my friend seriously and i need a mood charger here. somebody ? can you bring it to me ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes i want to go shopping . i definitely need shopping ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hoping the fifth day of holiday was better than all of my day. wish me luck . : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6503529840534440197-500200346138977172?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/500200346138977172/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-called-this-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/500200346138977172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/500200346138977172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-called-this-holiday.html' title='can i called this holiday ?'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-8376624884328078018</id><published>2009-04-16T20:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:27:17.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kumon'/><title type='text'>yeeeeeeeeeeey</title><content type='html'>today i've compeleted my kumon lesson, yes i am a completer of kumon now. yeeeaaaay ! it's mean goodbye for all of those annoying homework, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;integral, persamaan diferensial&lt;/span&gt;, and bla bla bla bla bla. i've been in kumon since i was in kindergarden (well it means that i am only 4 years or 5 years old) and now i am a high school girl, and i'm sixteen turning on seventeen. i spent my whole time for kumon, and now yeaaaaay i'm free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye kumon,&lt;br /&gt;love luna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-8376624884328078018?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/8376624884328078018/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeeeeeeeeeeey.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8376624884328078018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/8376624884328078018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeeeeeeeeeeey.html' title='yeeeeeeeeeeey'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4993612918176434150</id><published>2009-04-04T15:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:28:26.188+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love flicks'/><title type='text'>a full day of work</title><content type='html'>today my school had some activites, like bbm ( student cultural bazar ) and art school clinic. my class choose to made the central java bazaar. ujang said "we don't have to win, but our money have to be surplus." and it works ! all of our food was sold out, all of them. i'm so happy with that. even though i was very tired, but i'm so happy to sold the food (serabi, selat solo, sour solo, sosis solo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost my ipod and my ipod speaker. i forgot where do i put it because i'm busy to make the sugeng rawuh word. i've check it everywhere, in my class stan, in front of social class, and i didn't found my speaker. i already cried a little bit, when mody and ujang shouted that they found my speaker. it was inside elizabeth's bag. thank god . i didn't know what to do if i really lost my lovely ipod and speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what ? i met him. okay not really met him, at least i saw him. well people said if they were falling in love, they will be so happy if they saw the person they like. i like him for sure, but i don't know if he realized it or not. he is a friend of mine, so i didn't sure if he know it, but let's hope for the best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really tired now, i'm alone at home, only with my 2 annoying cat and nothing. i want to sleep, bye for now, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you're the best when playing that thing : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503529840534440197-4993612918176434150?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4993612918176434150/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4993612918176434150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4993612918176434150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-day-of-work.html' title='a full day of work'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-4371361600722211809</id><published>2009-03-14T22:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:31:21.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well i just got bored on this usual saturday night, and i try this personality test. it's very match with my personality. so please check this out : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;in my opinion, i believe it is really match with mine. but i don't really sure if that was about people opinion's. see you again in the next one . love, Luna : )&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/6503529840534440197-4371361600722211809?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/4371361600722211809/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4371361600722211809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/4371361600722211809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-9139779994898652863</id><published>2009-02-26T20:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:34:17.864+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>nhebsoluza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 kata dari nhebs mungkin perbedaan. mungkin dimana-mana orang orang berteman dengan orang yang memiliki 1 kesamaan, tapi nhebsoluza ga mengusung kesamaan itu, di nhebs malah semuanya berbeda. ada yang suka baca komik, tapi ada juga yang paling benci baca komik dan dia bakal ngegangguin orang-orang yang lagi baca komik biar berenti baca komik. ada yang hiperaktif banget, tapi ada yang dieeeem banget jarang ngomong. ada yang ganteng banget dan ada yang cantik banget . ada yang rajin banget belajarnya dan selalu panik kalo ada ulangan, ada juga yang bodo amat mau ulangan kapan. ada yang suka menjadi manusia kalong alias bangunnya malem malem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nhebsoluza asalnya dari gabungan nama kita semua, nanaz naya heidia beby sara sofi ola luna lifi chituz asa. awal mulanya dari iseng iseng ngegabungin nama kita semua di kamarnya beby sambil nonton narnia. 1 hari sebelum ulangtahunnya beby, tanggal 20 desember 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu waktu smp, mayoritas dari kita ada di kelas yang sama. malah ada yang sekelas terus dari sd, sampe yaa bosen sih ketemunya itu-itu aja. we always spent our times together. kalo istirahat ya makan di aula mesjid, pulang sekolah makan lagi di kantin depan, abis itu main bola, dan masih banyak lagi hal hal yang kita lakuin bareng-bareng. kita juga jadi panitia pameran seni rupa, buku taunan, jadi kita selalu aja deket satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo diajang bikin masalah sama guru, kita juga sama-sama hehe. dulu ada kejadian dimana nhebs dihukum sama guru karena telat dateng ke mesjid. jadilah kita beresin sendal dulu sebelum masuk mesjid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupun kita juga nyuruh-nyuruh orang biar naroh sendalnya yang rapi, bukannya beresin haha&lt;/span&gt;. walaupun ga semua nhebs yang dihukum, tetep aja mayoritas yang dihukum. kita juga pernah dimarahin gara gara tulisan di mading, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disini hampir seluruh angkatan sih yang dimarahin, tapi tetep aja nama nhebs dibawa-bawa sama guru-guru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang tentang individu nhebs itu sendiri, gue mau jelasin satu-satu tentang masing-masing personilnya nhebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. N stands for Nazirah and Nadiyah&lt;br /&gt;keduanya punya kesamaan, yaitu suka baca komik, suka gambar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which is they always show their tallent for it,&lt;/span&gt; mereka ngegambar dimanapun, bahkan di lantai alias ubin haha. nazirah itu enak banget buat dijadikan tumpuan disaat kita semua ngantuk dan butuh kehangatan : p . dia selalu membiarkan kita tidur, padahal dia juga ngantuk sebenernya. suka bawa bekel di kotak lock and lock, yang isinya kentang. nanaz sering kita panggil sebagai beruang kutub, karena dia emang putih banget dan emang cocok menjadi itu. nadiyah itu orangnya gampang panikan, dan kalo panik sukanya nangis hehe. suka baca komik, dan suka ngegambar komik dan hobi ngegambar di ubin. kalo makan mie pake telor pasti makan telornya dulu baru mienya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay yang ini sebenernya ga penting haha&lt;/span&gt; . dulu gue sama naya pernah dibilang aneh karena dia lagi gelendotan di gue dan salah seorang guru ketawa ngeliat tingkah kita berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HE stands for Heidia Ayu Ningrum a.k.a. Heidi&lt;br /&gt;dia juga suka baca komik dan ngegambar. emmm paling suka berkelana diantara kita semua. orangnya suka heboh sendiri kalo ada apa apa. kadang ga ada apa apa dia juga suka heboh hahaha. biasanya dipanggil mansei, mansei itu dari mantan sensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. B stands for Eva Puspita Kurniawati a.k.a. Beby&lt;br /&gt;dia adalah manusia yang paling ganteng di nhebs haha. dia pacar gue nomer 1. suka banget sama warna merah, sampe dia pernah ngewarnain filenya pake pilox warna merah. juga suka ngegambar dan baca komik. beby itu sangat setia kawan hehe, dan dia selalu berusaha melindungi teman temannya. paling takut kalo rambutnya udah mau ditata sama nhebs, makanya satu satunya hari dia nyerah ngelawan nhebs buat ngotak ngatik rambutnya cuma pas dia ulang tahun. paling suka motong rambutnya jadi cepak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. S stands for Fauria Bisara a.k.a. Sara and Safira Anis Silvia a.k.a. Sofi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kesamaan mereka berdua kayaknya sama sama suka belajar deh, dan mereka murid berprestasi haha. Sara itu orangnya suka bikin lawakan tapi yang ujung ujungnya malah mencelakakan diri sendiri. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia pernah kita gosipin suka sama guru dan cowok yang inisialnya I haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kalo sofi orangnya paling ga suka baca komik. jadi kalo ada temen"nya lagi pada baca komik, pasti bakal dia gangguin soalnya dia asti bakal dicuekin . takut banget sama kucing. dia suka banget sama jerapah, sampe dia udah nyiapin tempat buat jerapah dirumahnya dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. O stands for Labiba Hanani a.k.a Ola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ola orangnya aktif dbanget dibidang yang dia sukain. dia dipanggil bunda karena menurut kita dia orangnya sangat keibuan haha. rumahnya yang paling jauh dari kita semuanya. dia pinter dan berdisiplin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. L stands for Luna Puspita a.k.a. Luna and Lifianti Amalia Putri a.k.a Lifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yaa gue bingung kalo harus ngejelasin diri gue sendiri, jadi gue mau ngejelasin lifi aja. Lifi itu orangnya kalem, diem, ga banyak omong hehe. yang paling tinggi diantara kita semuanya. dia jago bahasa indonesia haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. UZ stands for Chita Kalinda Netania a.k.a. Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kalo bingung kenapa chi mewakili UZ, dulu dia dipanggil chituz, makanya ada uznya. kalo buat gue chi orang yang selalu gue hubungin waktu gue ga bawa buku hehe. orangnya suka gambar, baca komik, main drum, main gitar, dan sekarang lagi tergila" sama mcfly. rumahnya yang sering kita pake buat ngumpulin anak nhebs yang kadang kadang dan sangat sering ngaret. dulu sering banget bawa roti bakar, dan roti bakar itu enak banget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. A stands for Aisyah Nasiri a.k.a. Asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Asa itu setan kecil, sebenernya lebih pantes dipanggil setan tua karena dia yang paling tua. orangnya suka ketawa, suka gambar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sebenernya lebih sering gambarnya itu abstrak, dan gambarnya memenuhi kertas sehinggga yang lain ga dapet tempat , &lt;/span&gt;suka main drum, paling suka jalan-jalan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia orangnya paling ga betah dirumah kayaknya , &lt;/span&gt;pernah main drama jadi setan dan dia mendalami sekali peran itu. &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/6503529840534440197-9139779994898652863?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/9139779994898652863/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/02/nhebsoluza.html#comment-form' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9139779994898652863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/9139779994898652863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/02/nhebsoluza.html' title='nhebsoluza'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503529840534440197.post-7551494786484730501</id><published>2009-02-16T03:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:35:14.833+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well ini adalah blog pertama gue, jadi gue mau ngenalin diri gue dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama lengkap gue Luna Puspita. sekarang masih berumur 16 tahun. lahir di jakarta, 19 juni 1992. anak kedua dari 3 bersaudara. gue punya 1 kakak dan 1 adik, yang suka berantem, ngeributin hal hal kecil, dan masih banyak lagi hal hal yang dilakukan oleh merek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a yang kadang suka annoying, dari annoying yang masih tingkat rendah sampe yang kadang tingkat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sekarang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SZiI8Jc12nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7a9tOkFWlKw/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SZiI8Jc12nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7a9tOkFWlKw/s320/DSC00740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139128139176562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kuliah di itb, jurusan elektro. menurut gue, dia tipe orang yang ga banyak omong, tapi langs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g ngerjain a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pa yang jadi tanggung jawab dia. dia itu orang yang loyal, jadi kalo udh pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ya janji sebisa mungkin dia penuhin janji itu. dia juga pendengar yang baik, (sayang sekarang u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dah jarang bisa cerita cerita). dulu gue inget waktu dia rajin rajinnya jemput gue pulang e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n kita kebanyakan cerita di mobil, cerita di ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;marnya dia malem malem. dia itu orangnya cuek banget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tapi dibalik kecuekannya itu sebenernya dia merhatiin orang orang disekitarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;adek gue saat ini masih sekolah di smp al-azhar 12 rawamangun. menurut gue, dia itu suka ga mikir panjang, dan apa yang dia pengenin harus dikabulin sama orang orang sekitarnya. itu yang bikin gue sering berantem ama dia, apalagi masalah dijemput pulang sekolah. kadang gue harus pulang cepet tapi dia ga mau pulang karena masih mau pacaran. dia orangnya gampang nangis, apalagi kalo udah punya masalah yang kebanyakan gara gara salah paham sama orang orang sekitar dia. kalo ada apa apa pasti dia cerita sama gue, biarpun gue lagi marah banget sama dia, kadang kadang ceritanya dia suka bikin gue kesel sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyokap gue adalah ibu rumah tangga dan wanita karir yang sangat hebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SZiJ6p_XOEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r7pLVd_c9sE/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SZiJ6p_XOEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r7pLVd_c9sE/s320/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303140202025793602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. dia selalu melakukan yang terbaik buat 3 anaknya, dalam hal apa aja. menurut gue, nyokap gue sangat sibuk. gue cuma ketemu dia sekitar 5menit pagi-pagi dan 2jaman malam hari. tapi sesibuk apapun dia, kalau anaknya butuh dia, dia bakal berhentiin semuanya dan langsung ke anaknya. whenever her children needs her, she always be there for her children. dia selalu mengajarkan ke anakanaknya gimana hidup yang kayak roller-coster ini. kadang hidup itu bisa indah banget, kayak roller-coster waktu lagi tinggi tingginya. tapi hidup bisa kebalikannya, kayak roller-coster waktu lagi rendah banget, semua itu bisa terjadi sama kita, tergantung gimana caranya kita mandangnya aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bokap gue adalah ayah yang sangat sibuk. tapi dia selalu berusaha keras buat memenuhi keinginan anak-anaknya. sesibuk apapun dia, dia pasti ngeluangin waktunya buat nonton, makan, belanja, pokoknya he always save his time for his family. bokap gue itu jarang mengungkapkan pendapatnya, jadi kesannya dia itu diem. dia berusaha buat nge-protect keluarganya dengan apa yang dia bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segini dulu blog pertama gue. isinya masih berantakan dan ngebuatnya pagi pagi buta karena ga bisa tidur, haha. makasih yang udah meluangkan waktunya ngebaca ini hehe&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/6503529840534440197-7551494786484730501?l=luna-puspita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/feeds/7551494786484730501/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7551494786484730501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503529840534440197/posts/default/7551494786484730501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luna-puspita.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>luna puspita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976277116879205451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/TLfHRjZvqRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yo9J6ZY7JKA/S220/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+17.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMyivW0A320/SZiI8Jc12nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7a9tOkFWlKw/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
