<?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-7087954</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:46:43.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELT (Every Little Things)</title><subtitle type='html'>tau dech nulis apa aja yang ada di otak</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-112893392292654272</id><published>2005-10-10T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:47:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy X2 Walkthrough</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone know this but just for info....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkthrough for FFX2 PS2 &lt;a href="http://www.neoseeker.com/Games/Products/PS2/finalfantasyx2/faqs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neoseeker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also download short videos or musics from the game, go to &lt;a href="http://www.ffx2.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FFX2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-112893392292654272?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/112893392292654272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=112893392292654272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112893392292654272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112893392292654272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2005/10/final-fantasy-x2-walkthrough.html' title='Final Fantasy X2 Walkthrough'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-112892694569563427</id><published>2005-10-10T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:29:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for quite sum time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been watching '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle&lt;/span&gt;' lately&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clamp&lt;/span&gt;'s mangas or animes. you would love this one.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;Because most of the characters from this anime are from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Card Captor Sakura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magic Knight Ray Earth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chobits&lt;/span&gt; (if you have watched these three animes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Syaoran&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; are childhood friend (more than childhood friend), one day, something happened and Sakura lost all her memories which could cause her death.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to save her is to find and get back all her memories (in the form of feathers) that flew to another worlds. Sakura's brother entrust this mission to Syaoran by sending him to Dimensional Witch, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yukko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here... Syaoran met &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fye&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurogane&lt;/span&gt; who have the same wish as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaoran - travel to different worlds to collect Sakura's memories&lt;br /&gt;Fye - travel to different worlds to avoid going back to his own world&lt;br /&gt;Kurogane - travel to different worlds to go back to his own world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy as they have to trade their most precious thing with Yukko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaron - give up Sakura's memories about him&lt;br /&gt;Fye - give up his tatto&lt;br /&gt;Kurogane - give up his weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute lil' thing from Yukko to help them travel through different worlds, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOKONA&lt;/span&gt;!!!! (a white fluffy ...... rabbit?) he looks like a fat rabbit to me but a very cute one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the journey started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper of Tsubasa Chronicle that you can download from &lt;a href="http://www.capturedwings.net/gallery/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;underline&gt;CapturedWings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/698xholic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/698xholic.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/sns1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/sns1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/sns2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/sns2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 4&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/wp-green_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/wp-green_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 5&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/tubasa.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/tubasa.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaoran 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/syaoran.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/syaoran.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaoran 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/syaoran2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/syaoran2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaoran 3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/syaoran1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/syaoran1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 6&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/omoide.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/omoide.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa 7&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/trc1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/trc1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-112892694569563427?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/112892694569563427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=112892694569563427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112892694569563427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112892694569563427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2005/10/tsubasa-reservoir-chronicle.html' title='Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-112190284960179100</id><published>2005-07-21T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T07:40:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be With You (Japanese Movie)</title><content type='html'>Just went to watch Be With You (japanese movie) didn't plan it that way bt went well although when I bought the tickets, I'm not sure whether it's a good show or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=Be with you=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/bewithyou_100x150.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/bewithyou_100x150.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description (taken from cathay cinema's website):&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Yuko Takechi, Shidou Nakamura, Akashi Takei&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Nobuhiro Doi&lt;br /&gt;Widower Takumi (Shidou Nakamura) lives a quiet life with his six-year-old son Yuji (Akashi Takei) after the loss of wife and mother Mio (Yuko Takeuchi). Yuji unfailingly remembers her promise to him. : I'll be with you again in a year time, when the rains come. On the first anniversary of her passing, Takumi and Yuji are taking a walk in the woods when they come across a woman sheltering from a monsoon downpour... (Not a ghost story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the lil boy 'Akashi Takei'&lt;br /&gt;Akasi Takei&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/takei.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/takei.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info bout the show you can go to (Japanese language):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ima-ai.com/index.html#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[|Be With You|]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-112190284960179100?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/112190284960179100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=112190284960179100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112190284960179100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/112190284960179100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-with-you-japanese-movie.html' title='Be With You (Japanese Movie)'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-112138346692853691</id><published>2005-07-15T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:37:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy X2!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! After not blogging for so long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been playing Final Fantasy X2 (Ps2), haven't finished playing it bt I guess I'm obsess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the storyline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking place two years after &lt;strong&gt;Yuna&lt;/strong&gt;'s fateful journey to defeat Sin (in FFX), the once chaotic world of Spira has gone through a massive transformation, entering a period of Eternal Calm. The people of Spira now follow the teachings of Yevon and have opened their arms to former foes, the Al Bhed and the use of machina. It is a time of the Machina Revolution where people now believe that machina is useful and beneficial, as long as it is used properly. However, even with the peaceful life they now lived, there is emptiness in Yuna's heart that is keeping her from moving on as the others have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Yuna obtains a mystical sphere from &lt;strong&gt;Rikku&lt;/strong&gt; that contains imagery of what might be the Blitzball player (&lt;strong&gt;Tidus&lt;/strong&gt;) she thought was gone forever. Although Yuna isn't certain that it is him or if he is even alive, she’s driven to seek him out. Yuna needs closure to their unexpected parting, even if only to find that she will never see him again. So begins her journey with Rikku and &lt;strong&gt;Paine&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;YRP&lt;/strong&gt;). Like what stated on the cover of the game, &lt;strong&gt;LAST TIME SHE SAVED THE WORLD, THIS TIME IT'S PERSONAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna know more about the story, play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuna&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/yuna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/yuna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rikku&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/rikku.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/rikku.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paine&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/paine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/paine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YRP&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/YRP.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/YRP.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenne and Yuna&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/yt%20%26%20ls.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/yt%20%26%20ls.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna, Shuyin, Lenne and Tidus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/yuna-tidus%20%26%20lenna-shuyin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/yuna-tidus%20%26%20lenna-shuyin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 Words Lyric&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/song%20lyric.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/song%20lyric.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna's story&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/storyline.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/storyline.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/romantic%20ending.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/romantic%20ending.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on the pic to see a larger image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images taken from &lt;a href="http://www.rpgdreamer.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RPG Dreamers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-112138346692853691?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-111056908547433349</id><published>2005-03-12T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T03:24:45.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I dun see the need of holding back&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;and there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I could only say gud bye&lt;br /&gt;Then .... u r out from my mind, my life, my heart and .... my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-111056908547433349?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/111056908547433349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Valentine</title><content type='html'>I know it's kinda late for valentine's photos lol but now that i'm interested to post it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/14.02.05%20Group%20shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/14.02.05%20Group%20shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine day at Gusto&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Hee%20hee%2C%20me%20at%20work.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Hee%20hee%2C%20me%20at%20work.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=peilin=- &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Me%20%26%20Bri.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Me%20%26%20Bri.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=bridget&amp;peilin=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Me%20%26%20Jen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Me%20%26%20Jen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=peilin &amp; jen=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Me%20%26%20the%20meng%20huan%20Yanty1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Me%20%26%20the%20meng%20huan%20Yanty1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=peilin&amp;me=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Me%20%26%20Yanty%20just%20before%20leaving.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Me%20%26%20Yanty%20just%20before%20leaving.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=me&amp;peilin=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/Me%2C%20Jen%20%26%20Nic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/Me%2C%20Jen%20%26%20Nic.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=peilin-jen-nic=-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-110975837996301350</id><published>2005-03-02T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:14:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....................................</title><content type='html'>I've almost forgot the feelin'&lt;br /&gt;the feelin' when we start to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;maybe we are too busy&lt;br /&gt;actually I dun understand at all&lt;br /&gt;now both of us feel so down&lt;br /&gt;even when we r hugging each other&lt;br /&gt;we can't feel one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to mentioned about &lt;br /&gt;those girls who u have be with&lt;br /&gt;Asking u who do u care most?&lt;br /&gt;me or them?&lt;br /&gt;Although I dun really wanna hear the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U said ...&lt;br /&gt;if u need to reject ur friends everytime&lt;br /&gt;then what's the need of keeping u beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for us &lt;br /&gt;to discuss how to revive our relationship&lt;br /&gt;how to fix these two different soul&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard&lt;br /&gt;but still .... we need to face the fact&lt;br /&gt;and part with a smile on our face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it&lt;br /&gt;It's the end&lt;br /&gt;This is the last hug&lt;br /&gt;We were truly love each other &lt;br /&gt;So there is no who's right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Accept it&lt;br /&gt;this is a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and the very last hug&lt;br /&gt;After this ... dun ever&lt;br /&gt;miss me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-110975837996301350?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/110975837996301350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=110975837996301350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110975837996301350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110975837996301350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='.....................................'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-110749257807526615</id><published>2005-02-04T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:35:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon Wo Sagashite</title><content type='html'>I've been watching Full Moon Wo Sagashite lately! IT'S NOT A PORN!!! (For those who wanna comment on the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a 12 years old girl (Kouyama Mitsuki) who suffer from throat cancer. She wants to be a singer so to keep her promise with her childhood lover but the singer audition is only for those who are 16 years old. On the very same day when she was thinking of goin to the audition, 2 Shinigami (Takuto &amp; Meroko) (God of death) come to her room, nahhhh! Dun worry it's kids shinigami (they can turn to cat and bunny soft toys). They tell her that she will die on the next spring (1 year later)and .... the story continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for Full Moon Wo Sagashite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/86382.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/86382.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mitsuki~&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/54795.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/54795.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/53185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/53185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route L band&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/80135.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/80135.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics of full moon wo sagashite anime&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takuto&amp;mitsuki&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/73989.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/73989.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/FallingForYou.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/FallingForYou.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/17467.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/17467.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/41796.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/41796.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meroko, takuto and mitsuki&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/640/53043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/55/975/320/53043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Images taken from &lt;a href="http://www.minitokyo.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minitokyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-110749257807526615?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/110749257807526615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=110749257807526615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110749257807526615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110749257807526615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2005/02/full-moon-wo-sagashite.html' title='Full Moon Wo Sagashite'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-110387111814467329</id><published>2004-12-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:51:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting My Blessing</title><content type='html'>Kemaren gua keluar ama peilin, jennifer, bridget ama gabriel buat foto studio tapi yang foto cuman gua. Pada bilank tuh buat ultah gua, tapi last minute baru kasih tau gua kalo mereka mau bikinin portfolio buat gua. Shock ga? Yah ujung2nya mau ga mau gua cuman bisa nahan loh buat ga lari dari tuh studio soalnya gua takut banget kalo ntar bakal jelek. Trus mereka pada bilank tuh kalo gua ga tepatin appointment yang dibuat, mereka harus bayar 50% dari total harganya. Tapi waktu dah make up selesai gua rada seneng sech soalnya .... :P cuaaaaakepppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha pokoknya keren dech kemaren gua demen banget walaupun fotonya mungkin ga bakal bagus tapi palink nga waktu di tempat itu on that time, on that moment gua ngerasa cakep ahahahhahaha.... kedengarannya desperate banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujung2nya gua baru tau kalo mereka keluarin uang seharga S$200+ buat portfolio ini, kata mereka karena ini ultah gua yang 21 jadi special soalnya 21 itu tuh umur dimana artinya gua dah dewasa. Terharu banget! Gua seneng banget ama ah..... ga tau dech gimana ngomongnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali di hidup gua tuh ada temen2 gua satu kelompok yang bela2in ngerayain ultah gua. Pertama kali! First time in my life.... i was so touched...... ga bisa bayangin gimana hidup gua kalo di poly gua ga ketemu ama mereka ga kenalan trus ga deket. Gua baru sadar selama 2 tahun ini di depan mereka gua selalu bisa jadi diri sendiri, mau pinter, bego, cakep, jelek, males, rajin. Mereka tetap terima gua apa adanya semuanyaaaaa! Mau karakter gua beda mau guanya punya taste yang beda ama mereka, semuanya mereka bisa terima gua senang banget.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga2 kita berlima tuh bisa tetap temanan selamanya.... Friends for life!&lt;br /&gt;Jadi mau nangis mikirin mereka sekarang trus bandingin ama temen2 gua yang dulu... haiz... langit dan bumi padahal gua selalu ngerasa anak cinpur tuh jahat2 aslinya wuahhhh aduh.... banyak lah yang gua bisa ngomongin kalo mau sambung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang banget ama mereka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-110387111814467329?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/110387111814467329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=110387111814467329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110387111814467329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110387111814467329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/12/counting-my-blessing.html' title='Counting My Blessing'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-110351214888559231</id><published>2004-12-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T11:09:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok.. Lanjut</title><content type='html'>Nah kemaren tuh ngomongnya sampe soal masa depan tapi sekarang gua bingungnya tuh soal orang2 disekitar gua. Semua orang tuh kerja tapi gua tuh nga ........ Gua ngerasa sendiri tuh rada ga berguna. Mereka tuh kerja tapi masih bisa tahan ama kegiatan sekolah tapi gua tuh sama sekali ga bisa manage kalo harus suruh gua kerja ama kul sama2, padahal dalam hati tuh gua niat banget ngerjain tapi gua takut kalo gua nya ga bisa disiplin trus jadi berantakan semua apalagi inget soal ITP gua yang nyebelin itu gua rada kesel.... haiz..... liat di sisi positif nya yah gua kan ga kekurangan uang jadi ga perlu kerja trus ga perlu puyengin diri sendiri gitu loh soal kerja tapi liat sisi laennya gua tuh pengen banget kerja kan bagus loh kalo lebih mandiri tapi emank dasar gua ga bisa yah gua bisanya cuman sabar loh... daripada ntar berantakan. Tapi habis tamat Poly gua mau ngapain??? Puyeng ah kalo mikirin itu mending gua lanjut pelajaran dulu ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-110351214888559231?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/110351214888559231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=110351214888559231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110351214888559231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110351214888559231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok-lanjut.html' title='Ok.. Lanjut'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-110346390038359127</id><published>2004-12-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:45:00.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice Within Me</title><content type='html'>Hidup gua tuh rada berantakan, napa gitu? Karena ga ada yang beresin trus gua juga ga minat buat ngeberesin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napa tuh tiap orang selalu menganggap masalah orang laen tuh adalah masalah yang gampang? Napa mereka tuh ga mikirin kalo tiap orang tuh punya masalah sendiri yang sangat susah diselesaiin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kecil gua selalu tau kalo ntar dah dewasa gua bakal hidup bahagia ama orang yang gua cinta, tapi kenyataan tuh ga se simple itu..... Banyak hal dalam hidup ini yang elo harus hadapi, harus belajar dan dalam perjalanan itu elo bakal ngerasain sakit, menderita, sengsara dan juga bahagia tapi apa itu dah bisa nge-jamin orang itu bakal mendapat kebahagiaan? Jawabannya semua orang yg baca harusnya tau "nga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua dah bosen ama masalah cinta, temen ama uang dan sekarang tambah lagi masalah laen yaitu masa depan. Bayangin aja gua dah puyeng apalagi ngadepin. Gua beneran ngusahain biar bisa bertahan hidup tapi tambah lama gua tambah takut. Takut ga bisa ngadepin, takut gua bakal gagal. Walaupun ada pepatah yang bilank kegagalan adalah induk dari kesuksesan tapi apa gunanya kalo emank orang itu ga ditakdirin buat sukses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----ntar---- gua low batt-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-110346390038359127?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/110346390038359127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=110346390038359127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110346390038359127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/110346390038359127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/12/voice-within-me.html' title='The Voice Within Me'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109981985859696395</id><published>2004-11-07T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:30:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bosennnnnnnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH tiap hari tuh kaya gini ngebosenin banget ah! Pengen banget keluar seharian trus ngelakuin hal2 yang nga2. Ngabisin uang kek ato foto2 kek ato jalan2 ke taman hiburan kek beneran kesell habisnya kan kalo gua keluar sendiri ga lucu tapi mo keluar ama sapa? Ga tau dech kayanya ga ada candidate yang cocok buat pergi ke tempat2 yang gitu. Jadi kangen ma Vivian kalo dah kaya gitu haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengen nge-book tiket trus cepet2 pulank rumah habis itu semuanya juga jangan mikirin ... udah ah nulis blog juga males soalnya ga ada hal yang bisa dingomongin hm...... mending gua keluar sendirian kemana kali yah daripada di rumah terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........yach udah lah bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109981985859696395?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109981985859696395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109981985859696395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109981985859696395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109981985859696395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/11/bosennnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='bosennnnnnnnnnnn'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109955652780324192</id><published>2004-11-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T16:22:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a shallow day</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like studying now, so i sit down on the sofa thinking of nothing and juz let my mind wander around. Listening to Usher - Burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kapan gitu gua mulai berubah? Dari orang yang cuek ama semua hal jadi orang yang terlalu banyak mikir? Tapi kayanya gua dah bisa rada ga peduli ama pelajaran gua... padahal dulu gua palink kawatir palink ga mau punya image jelek di depan umum tapi sekarang kayanya gua ga peduli banget, maunya cuman pas.... sapa sech yang ga mau dapat nilai bagus? Cuman ga semua orang bisa ngelakuin aja ato gua sendiri yang males? hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... akhir2 ini tuh ga tau kenapa juga kayanya gua jadi ga bisa makan apa2 padahal biasanya makan tuh banyak banget trus akhir2 ini dah beberapa hari gua cuman makan dikit trus ga bisa masuk lagi gitu ke perut ngerasanya pengen muntah gitu padahal perut tuh laper tapi beneran ga bisa masukin ke mulut tuh makanannya soalnya punya perasaan mual2 gitu, ga tau kenapa. Kemaren tuh lebih parah lagi tangan gua tiba2 tuh gemetaran terus kayanya thyroid kambuh tapi harusnya bukan tapi benernya gua ga jelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumpung bisa pake wireless connection orang lain hari ini jadi gua cepet2 pake buat d/l mirc soalnya gua mo d/l lagu tapi koq aneh banget gitu koq guanya ga dapat lagu 5566 - Cest' Si Bon padahal harusnya tuh dah banyak yang ada tapi yah gpp dech gua dapat lagunya Luo Zhi Xiang - Lian Ai Da Ren. Puas dech untuk sementara ah udah dech gua balik belajar ntar malam sibuk2 sendiri lagi kalo nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109955652780324192?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109955652780324192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109955652780324192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109955652780324192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109955652780324192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-shallow-day.html' title='What a shallow day'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109803938165341982</id><published>2004-10-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:56:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly ft Jaheim - My Place</title><content type='html'>Nice Song (the video clip is cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;I used to pride myself on being the other man&lt;br /&gt;But now it's flipped and I don't want you with no other man&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you understand anything I'm offering&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the world, but you just wanted arguing&lt;br /&gt;From the time I picked you up, until the time I dropped you off again&lt;br /&gt;Even if flipped out on at the mall again&lt;br /&gt;"It's all his fault again" that's what you tellin all ya friends&lt;br /&gt;I ain't pointing fingers ma, I just wanna call again&lt;br /&gt;See how ya day going I know they stressin on ya&lt;br /&gt;I know them times get hard that's why I'm checkin on ya&lt;br /&gt;It's yours truly ma, I got little message for ya&lt;br /&gt;Anything he can do, girl I can do better for ya, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge - Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh or we cry it's together&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain and the stormiest weather&lt;br /&gt;We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Jaheim]&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on and go with me (oh girl)&lt;br /&gt;Come on over to my place&lt;br /&gt;Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat&lt;br /&gt;and let me ease ya mind girl&lt;br /&gt;We gon do it our way (our way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;I heard your friend tell a friend that told a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you was thinking that we should do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;If this ain't the truth then hopefully it's not a lie&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't got no issue with hitting that another time&lt;br /&gt;We never had a problem with gettin it done&lt;br /&gt;Disagreed upon a lot ma, but sex wouldn't one&lt;br /&gt;Now check it I know you get excited when I come around and bite it&lt;br /&gt;Quit frownin up and quit actin like you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;I like it (I know you like), I like it&lt;br /&gt;(You really like it), I really, really like it&lt;br /&gt;I want it (You really want it), adore it&lt;br /&gt;(Adore it), so come with me enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;Shawty where you been feels like a long time&lt;br /&gt;Long, long time since I seen ya, yes it has girl&lt;br /&gt;And I know I said some dumb things to you before&lt;br /&gt;But girl you know I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean one single word, I never meant one single word&lt;br /&gt;If I could take back every word I would and more fa sho'&lt;br /&gt;If I thought that you believe it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make my life so convinient for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109803938165341982?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109803938165341982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109803938165341982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109803938165341982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109803938165341982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/10/nelly-ft-jaheim-my-place.html' title='Nelly ft Jaheim - My Place'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109803905801779222</id><published>2004-10-18T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:50:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story and Lessons to Learn</title><content type='html'>This is to remind us of the bfs/gfs/wives/hubbies that we sometimes take &lt;br /&gt;things for granted.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an &lt;br /&gt;unflappable &lt;br /&gt;rock in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it &lt;br /&gt;seemed &lt;br /&gt;that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He &lt;br /&gt;was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never &lt;br /&gt;surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted &lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze... what kind of &lt;br /&gt;man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?" "I will &lt;br /&gt;stay &lt;br /&gt;if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied coldly. &lt;br /&gt;"If I &lt;br /&gt;asked for a flower that grew on a cliff and you knew that getting it for &lt;br /&gt;me &lt;br /&gt;means certain death, would you get it for me?" His face grew troubled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked. Hearing that kind &lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who &lt;br /&gt;couldn't even give me an answer straight away. The next morning, when I &lt;br /&gt;woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a Warm glass of milk, &lt;br /&gt;was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant &lt;br /&gt;certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to &lt;br /&gt;give you my reasons.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the &lt;br /&gt;whole &lt;br /&gt;day, but every time you will end up in tears cause your formatting will &lt;br /&gt;always go all over the place... I need my fingers to do the formatting &lt;br /&gt;for &lt;br /&gt;you, so your tears will become s! miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to travel, but would always get lost... I need my eyes, so that &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;can bring you to the nicest places on earth. Every time you leave the &lt;br /&gt;house, you would always forget your keys... I need my legs, so that I &lt;br /&gt;can &lt;br /&gt;run home to open the door for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to help &lt;br /&gt;you &lt;br /&gt;get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so Much when you grow old, to &lt;br /&gt;trim &lt;br /&gt;your nails, to feed you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, that's Why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I find &lt;br /&gt;someone who loves you More than I do, I will need my body to take care &lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;you. If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be &lt;br /&gt;waiting &lt;br /&gt;with your favourite muffin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he &lt;br /&gt;stood, &lt;br /&gt;with an extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, &lt;br /&gt;but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of &lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will &lt;br /&gt;ever &lt;br /&gt;love me as much as he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't &lt;br /&gt;mean &lt;br /&gt;that they don't love you with all they have. If someone comes into your &lt;br /&gt;life and becomes a part of you but for some reasons he couldn't stay, &lt;br /&gt;don't &lt;br /&gt;cry too much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad that your paths crossed and; somehow he made you happy even &lt;br /&gt;for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest regrets in our lives are the risks we did not take. If you &lt;br /&gt;think something will make you happy, GO FOR IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we pass this way only once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109803905801779222?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109803905801779222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109803905801779222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109803905801779222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109803905801779222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-and-lessons-to-learn.html' title='A Story and Lessons to Learn'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109733852193907182</id><published>2004-10-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:15:21.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Hard to Face the Reality</title><content type='html'>Ah ga tau dech kehidupan gua sucks banget pokoknya tiap hari cuman punya masalah, kayanya ga ada berhenti2nya kemaren2 tuh ada masalah cinta, habis itu masalah project selesai itu masalah presentation habis itu masalah keluarga kayanya tambah2 terus ga ada akhir2nya kesel banget.&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan gua tuh akhir2 ini juga cuman kesel doank kesel doank kesel doank bosen ahh...&lt;br /&gt;Stress! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109733852193907182?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109733852193907182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109733852193907182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109733852193907182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109733852193907182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/10/kinda-hard-to-face-reality.html' title='Kinda Hard to Face the Reality'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109692826737266269</id><published>2004-10-05T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T06:21:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KESEL BGT!</title><content type='html'>Sialan tuch GM project nyebelin banget dasar tolol kesel gua dapat grup yg kaya gitu apaan cobaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sampe jam segini masih ga bobo emank gua hantu???? dah jam 6 am nyebelin!!!!!!! KESELLLLLLLLLLLLL!! Mana gua dari tadi jam 12 an nyari2 pic buat bikin power point tuk presentation kesell hasilnya sech ga seberapa tapi effortnya ituuuuuu apalagi di kelas gua ada concept dimana bilanknya tuh kalo "no marks for efforts" sialan! KESEL ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Dah jam segini trus harus ngerjain BD lagi bayangin???? gelo ga? trus Bridget tuh ga mau kasih gua bahan2 yang gua perluin buat ngerjain bagian gua, emank gua bakal hilangin gitu? ato gua makan tuh kertas??? nyebelin, nyebelin, nyebelin! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109692826737266269?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109692826737266269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109692826737266269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109692826737266269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109692826737266269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/10/kesel-bgt.html' title='KESEL BGT!'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109661386662883554</id><published>2004-10-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:57:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~CAPEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK~ (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Kesel banget lah dah lebih dari seminggu gua nya terus2an ngerasa capek. Tiap hari ngerjain project mulu, ngerjain mulu, ngerjain mulu, kesel banget lah rasanya kayanya tuh semuanya ga beres trus group gua tuh sebenarnya semuanya 4 orang tapi yang serius dan bener2 ngerjain cuman 2 orang. Ngeselin banget rasanya trus semuanya ga beres gitu dan merekanya terus2an lemparin semuanya ke kita berdua. Kesel banget lah sampe2 gua tuh ga tahan. Hari Kamis tuh sebenarnya kita dah harus kumpulin trus gua pengen banget kalo hari Kamis tuh tinggal report printing tapi ternyata habis gua usahain usahain usahain lagi yang terjadi tuh gara2 sih kelly sialan itu nulis namanya aja gua muak! Mending gua nulis aja anjing. Nyebelin banget lah pokoknya anjing tuh lebih manis 100 kali lipat dari dia. Dia tuh dah terlalu terlalu menjijikan! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Masa gua ama Suria tuh pengen nge-edit report nya trus dia bilank kalo dia tuh yang mau ngerjain. Pertamanya gua tuh ga percaya ama dia, trus dia masih bilank koq kalian gitu sech ga percaya banget ama gua. Yah udah kasih dia yang beresin eh ga tau dia malah tidur bukannya ngeberesin tuh report kesel ga???????!!!!!!!!! Si taek itu tuh nyebelin banget! Trus si nenek cerewet itu juga nyebelin banget (satu nya lagi member group gua yang ga ngerjain apa2). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ngeselin lah pokoknya ntar sambung &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109661386662883554?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109661386662883554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109661386662883554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109661386662883554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109661386662883554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/10/capekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='~CAPEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK~ (Part 1)'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109522066724636703</id><published>2004-09-15T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:01:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Stars Reveal Your Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>Note: Scores are rounded to one decimal place and therefore may not total 100%&lt;br /&gt;You scored 40% Air&lt;br /&gt;In romance, you're drawn to the qualities of an Air Sign. You're turned on by a man's intellect and sense of humor more than his net worth or fine physique. You desire a mate who will match you wit for wit and keep you up all night talking. Air Signs prefer to keep things light and even, so if you want love that's playful, you might be most turned on by a Gemini, a Libra or an Aquarius mate. Read more about these Sun Signs to discover more about their motivations and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 30% Water&lt;br /&gt;In romance, you lean toward qualities exhibited by Water Signs. You seek a mate who is kind and compassionate, not afraid to feel, someone to whom you can really bare your soul. You appreciate romance and sentiment, and though the man you long for may be a bit shy or innocent, he is very, very generous and open-minded. You'd probably love to be with a Cancer, a Scorpio or a Pisces lover. Read more about these Sun Signs to discover more about their motivations and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 20% Earth&lt;br /&gt;In romance, you lean toward qualities exhibited by Earth Signs. You're turned on by affluence and opulence. While you crave status and security, you also want a man with a sensual streak as strong as his stock portfolio. You like to take things slowly and make informed decisions, so you may find a Taurus, a Virgo or a Capricorn lover to be the sexiest match for you. Read more about these Sun Signs to discover more about their motivations and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 10% Fire&lt;br /&gt;In romance, you're drawn to the qualities of a Fire Sign mate, someone ambitious, ardent and active. You don't like hesitant men -- you like a guy who'll take a chance and make the first move. Impatiently passionate, you need someone who will show you a good time -- and the world. You have a good chance of finding happiness with an Aries, a Leo or a Sagittarius man. Read more about these Sun Signs to discover more about their motivations and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/astrology/tests/mrrightquiz.htm"&gt;take this quiz&lt;/a&gt;(for female only)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109522066724636703?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109522066724636703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109522066724636703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109522066724636703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109522066724636703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/09/let-stars-reveal-your-mr-right.html' title='Let the Stars Reveal Your Mr. Right'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109380272059338657</id><published>2004-08-30T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T02:05:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Hidup itu aneh, akhir2 ini gua sering mikirin. Sebenarnya gua mau ngapain? Belajar? Kerja? Dapat byk duit? Punya pacar? Kayanya semuanya aneh banget .... jawabannya cuman 'gua juga ga tau' Kayanya gua mau semuanya tapi gua juga ga mau semuanya di pihak laen. Haiz... mungkin hidup gua tuh rada ga bagus sekarang makanya gua ngerasa kayanya gua ga ngerasain apa2 hahahahha kosong gitu. Tiap hari bangun trus rapiin tempat tidur, trus udah ... ga tau mau ngapain hahahaha. Kayanya ngebosenin banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya gua ga ada kerjaan, gua tuh banyak projek buat dikerjain tapi kayanya ga ada mood gitu buat ngerjain padahal gua dah usahain buat ngerjain tapi tetap aja kayanya tuh ga ada motivation gitu. Gua ngerasa yah kalo idup gua tuh dah bener2 sampe ujung2nya ga ada lagi yang bisa gua ngerjain pengen banget tuh gua selesaiin aja hidup ini hahahahha bunuh diri gitu tapi beneran dech gua ga pengen mati tapi beneran ga ada hal yang berarti lagi buat dikerjain kayanya. Mungkin gua dah putus asa, akhir2 ini gua sama sekali ga pengen mikirin apa2, soal hubungan ama pacar ato ama temen ato ama keluarga ... kayanya tuh cuman pengen sendirian tiap hari pengen hindarin semua masalah tapi yang didapatin malah masalah gua tambah banyak tapi tetap aja karena dah biasa gua juga dah adem2 aja dah ga ngerasa kalo itu tuh masalah yang besar hahahahha dah gila kali gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya yah ~Hidup itu dah bener2 ga berarti ama bosen~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109380272059338657?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109380272059338657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109380272059338657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109380272059338657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109380272059338657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109238030267779487</id><published>2004-08-13T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:00:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Mew Mew Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/Tetsuya/1060121244_illaichigo.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ichigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Tetsuya/quizzes/Which%20Tokyo%20Mew%20Mew%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Tokyo Mew Mew character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109238030267779487?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109238030267779487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109238030267779487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109238030267779487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109238030267779487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/08/tokyo-mew-mew-quiz.html' title='Tokyo Mew Mew Quiz'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109237945799263853</id><published>2004-08-13T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:45:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kul tuh nyebelin</title><content type='html'>Heheheheh Sebenarnya tuh gua ngerasa kul itu rada ok lah tapi kalo dah sampe project tuh yah gua ngerasa kesel banget masa sech semuanya tuh pada gitu project lah ujian lah pr lah emank mereka tuh ga bisa mikir kalo yang namanya jadi murid tuh susah gitu apalagi project nya tuh satu grup satu grup gitu padahal kan ga semua orang tuh bisa kerja sama ama orang laen mau gimanapun juga dikenyataan kita harus kerjasama ama orang yang emank kita tuh ga kenal ama orang yang kita tuh ga suka tapi kan sebenarnya tuh kita tuh bisa aja hindarin masalah kaya gini tapi sekarang tuh di kul yah masa kita tuh harus kerja sama ama orang yang kita tuh ga suka ....... yah point nya itu gua tuh ga suka lah ama grup project gua masa tuh mereka nya berantakan gitu trus semuanya ga tau semuanya ga beres gua ga tau dech harus gimana biar beres kayanya tuh kehidupan gua hancur banget gitu semuanyaaaaa kesel ahhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perasaan tuh gua dah beberapa hari ga ke kul kemaren2 itu trus banyak banget lah yang gua tuh belom ngerjain blom catet blom tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CA gua tuh udah confirmed failed 2 ah CA nya MC tuh gara2 guanya emank ga bisa waktu ujian trus CA nya GM tuh gara2 gua bego banget soalnya ga tau kalo kertasnya tuh di belakangnya juga ada soalnya jadi gua cuman ngerjain 2 soal pertama ngeselinnnya dua soal pertama tuh nilainya aja ga sampe setengah dari nilai ujiannya jadi sama aja lah artinya gua tuh mati soalnya bakal failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hari senin ntar gua ada CA lagi (CM) trus hari selasa ada presentation but (GM) trus hari rabu ada CA lagi (EM) gimana gua ga kesel kayanya semuanya tuh datangnya sama2 gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua pengen banget lah ambil koper masukin baju2 gua trus pulank aja balik indo kesel banget kayanya semuanya ga beres.......&lt;br /&gt;Trus soal relationship lagi gua tuh sekarang rada ga ada confident lah ama masalah ini padahal tuh dulu gua selalau ngerasa kalo masalah ini tuh gua ga perlu takut masih inget banget ama bazaar yg di kul gua itu kan gua maen tarot card trus ramalannya tuh gini gitu emank lah kita tuh bakal argue banyak tapi kalo kita bisa selesaiin kita bakal bisa sambung terus lah lanjut gitu ama hubungan kita tapi kayanya tuh akhir2 ini selalu aja hubungan gua tuh kaya gitu putus lah sambung lagi putus lah sambung lagi kayanya tuh emank dah diambang kematian trus masalahnya tuh kita tuh ga bisa ketemu soalnya emank karena financial problems hahahaha gua ga ada uang kesana walaupun ada susah bagian timing nya ama visa nya kalo dia tuh karena susah bagian uangnya jadi nya udah lah.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capek kalo mikirin masalah ini kemaren gua seharian ga mau mikirin soal ini soalnya dah capek banget tapi hari ini kayanya gua tambah sial soalnya tuh ntar habis pulank dah harus ngerjain GM trus kirim ke mereka2 yg di grup GM gua trus gua tetap harus ngerjain BD gua ntar sabtu tuh dah harus kirim ke Bridget hiks hiks nyebelin ah keselllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109237945799263853?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109237945799263853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109237945799263853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109237945799263853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109237945799263853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/08/kul-tuh-nyebelin.html' title='Kul tuh nyebelin'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109011380217962946</id><published>2004-07-18T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T09:23:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebat!</title><content type='html'>Masa tuch doa bisa cepet banget terkabul???&lt;br /&gt;KK gua beneran dah pulank! Dan gua beneran dah putus ....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha ...... well, maybe it's a good thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109011380217962946?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109011380217962946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109011380217962946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109011380217962946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109011380217962946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/07/hebat.html' 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else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109009816029088913?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109009816029088913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109009816029088913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109009816029088913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109009816029088913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/07/hahahahhaha-youd-never-know.html' title='Hahahahhaha you&apos;d never know'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109009691833548449</id><published>2004-07-18T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T04:41:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southside Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Southside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Llyod &amp;amp; Ashanti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1A: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya daddy stop his hating&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I be wearing braids and rockin jerseys daily&lt;br /&gt;But that dont mean im thuggin no&lt;br /&gt;He dont want me with ya&lt;br /&gt;But I aint tryna hear it though&lt;br /&gt;Not tryna hear it though&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1B: Ashanti (Lloyd)]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that if he knew yah&lt;br /&gt;He would understand yah&lt;br /&gt;Know that your my man and&lt;br /&gt;He would never hurt me no&lt;br /&gt;Let me come and see you&lt;br /&gt;So that we can be alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone)&lt;br /&gt;As long as you make sure that you safely get me home&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry baby)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside&lt;br /&gt;Let you know I'ma hit that&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you in the hoodbug&lt;br /&gt;You know what we doin cause&lt;br /&gt;we be eating on the low (eating at the low)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can go hide&lt;br /&gt;Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (yeah-eeh-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Only at the southside girl (southside, eh-eeh-eh)&lt;br /&gt;Southside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2A: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll know that we can make it&lt;br /&gt;Cause we won't let him break it&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whose wit it&lt;br /&gt;Its you and me against the world&lt;br /&gt;Tell me those three words that &lt;br /&gt;Lets me know you're still my girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh Baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2B: Ashanti (Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear I'll never leave you(why)&lt;br /&gt;People have lied to yah&lt;br /&gt;But by your side I'll show yah&lt;br /&gt;The way a girl needs to roll&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready come pick me up, pick me up&lt;br /&gt;(Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Long as you make sure that you safely get me home&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry baby)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside &lt;br /&gt;Let you know I'ma hit that (midnight)&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you in the hoodbug&lt;br /&gt;You know what we doin cause&lt;br /&gt;we be eating on the low (eating on the low, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can go hide&lt;br /&gt;Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (we can go hide babe)&lt;br /&gt;Only at the southside girl (yeah-eeh-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Southside, southside girl (southside)&lt;br /&gt;Southside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Break: Lloyd (Ashanti)]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can (Baby we can)&lt;br /&gt;AlrightYeah Baby (Yeah Baby, heh)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside girl (Oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;A: Cause all I want to do is ride to the south wit you (Ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-hooh-hoh-ooooh-oooooh)&lt;br /&gt;ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside (You can come and meet me yeah-eeh-yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let you know I'll hit that&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that your daddy just don't know, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you in the hoodbug (meet me at the southside yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what we do cause&lt;br /&gt;we be eating on the low (meet me at the southside yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the southside, southside&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can go hide&lt;br /&gt;Knowin that mah boys goin have my back&lt;br /&gt;Only at the southside girl, gotchu in tha hood (got me in tha hood)&lt;br /&gt;Southside, but it's all good (we goin chill)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro: Lloyd (Ashanti)]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya&lt;br /&gt;Pull down like we george town holdas &lt;br /&gt;(Can you pick me up tonight, take me anywhere you like)&lt;br /&gt;Shorty let's ride, in my cadillac (Cadillac)&lt;br /&gt;taxi'll see you back&lt;br /&gt;And everything'll be coo (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;side girl (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Alright (oooh-oh-no, no-ooh-hooh)&lt;br /&gt;so what you wann do (we goin kick it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, only at the southside)&lt;br /&gt;I know it, that you ain't used to this country boy&lt;br /&gt;But I'll show ya (Show me)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nuttin but a thing (yeah-yeah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;chicken wings on string (baby-baby-baby)&lt;br /&gt;that's how I hang (only at the southside, southside, southside) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109009691833548449?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109009691833548449/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-109009596300043294</id><published>2004-07-18T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T04:26:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta..Raaa (meaning of a song)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very glad that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you said 'hi' to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with lovely smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although it is not Spring yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the seeds are still staying in the cool soil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting to blossom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though today is not a happy day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even though the pain of yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is still not recovered yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the worries &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be clear up one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I can not restart everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I can do some changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us have a happy heart all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109009596300043294?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109009596300043294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109009596300043294&amp;isPopup=true' 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&lt;br /&gt;Mama tiba2 pengen ngebuang semua baju kk sampe yang di sg juga gua juga bingung mo buang ato nga ....&lt;br /&gt;Gua sendiri bingung soal hubungan gua.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gua dah mikirin baek2 sech bagusan sech gua jangan pacaran lagi lah&lt;br /&gt;Sendirian emank lebih bagus, semua mood tuh sendiri yang tentuin&lt;br /&gt;Ahh gua ga peduli lah soal ini putus lebih baek&lt;br /&gt;sekarang soal kk lebih penting &lt;br /&gt;kk gua ga tau kemana, biasanya kalo dah dibilank hari berikunya dia harus ke sg ato ke mdn ato ke pkn br biasanya dia dah tau sendiri trus bakal balik sekarang ini masalahnya dia ga balik2&lt;br /&gt;jangan2 ada apa2 ....&lt;br /&gt;Takutnya sech mama ama papa terlalu kesel jadinya ga kepikiran kemungkinan laen ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;..............Gua dah siap2 .... mo pergi hehehehehe minum2 .....&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Moga2 besok semuanya dah beres ....&lt;br /&gt;dah putus&amp;nbsp;trus kk dah balik ......&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kk gua pulank semuanya gua dah ga peduli lagi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109007286662931698?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109007286662931698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109007286662931698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/109007286662931698'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Who will a girl&amp;nbsp;choose if two guys are in love with her and ...&lt;br /&gt;the 1st one : willing to bring the ice-cream trunk to her so she can enjoy it without worrying that they will melt (by driving the trunk until it's in front of her, the girl love ice-cream)&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd one: willing to learn how to knit (knit her bag which was torn and she love that bag a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-109000834469230492?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/109000834469230492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=109000834469230492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Story (fill in the blank urself)</title><content type='html'>Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cerita dimulai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab 1:&lt;br /&gt;Gini lohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya tuh yah gua kan ITP (kerja praktek) trus supervisor gua tuh ga pernah access log book gua sampe hari terakhir gua kerja itu dia tuh baru nilai semuanya trus habis dia nilai pas gua lagi disuruh bersih2 trus gua nya liat kalo dia kasih overal grading ke gua tuh C. Bayangin C! Padahal menurut gua tuh dari performance gua tuh harusnya gua dapatnya tuh B tapi gua dikasi C soalnya dia suruh gua apa gua ngerjain apa ga pernah nolak trus selalu selesaiin kerjaan gua dah menurut gua tuh yang gua ngerjain itu semuanya beres dan bagus kecuali telemarketing gua dimana tuh gua disuruh nyari 100 companies yang tertarik ama corporate gift-nya trus mereka ntar bakal dikirimin newsletter tapi gua dapat 50 companies doank tapi itu kan ga bisa dipaksa! Coba judge dari productivity ama quality kalo gua tuh mau dapat 100 companies trus naruh ke listnya mah mudah aja gua tinggal nanya mereka mau ga newsletter nya gitu trus kalo mereka mau ga peduli mereka tertarik ato nga gua masukin aja nama mereka ke list buat kirimin newsletter! Itu kan quality nya ga ada tapi productivity-nya besar sekarang tuh gua dapatin 50 companies tapi mereka tuh 50 companies tuh emank udah bilank lah kalo mereka tertarik ama corporate gift-nya makanya menurut gua semuanya yang gua kerjain itu beres kecuali yg ini lah tapi kan masalah ini emank ga bisa dipaksa masa gua pake pisau nodongin satu2 manager bilankin kalian harus mau ama corporate gift ini,kan ga lucu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab 2:&lt;br /&gt;Trus yah udah gua liat C gitu perasaan gua jadi ga enak trus udah males lah makan2 ama mereka ama traktir-in gitu (Pertamanya mereka indirectly maksa suruh kita traktir-in mereka satu orang kira ada $45 soalnya gua nanya traktir apa? Bossnya bilank yah yang mahal lah jangan yang murah2. Trus yah gua nanya lagi yang ga murah itu tuh berapa? katanya tuh 4 org $250 baru artinya ga murah trus katanya tuh kalo itu tuh tradisi di kantor dia lah kalo semua orang yang attachment ke company mereka tuh habis selesai harus traktir katanya gitu. Bayangin! 4 org $250 artinya kan 1 org tuh $62.50 gilaaaaaaa! Sapa yang tahan bayar kaya gitu padahal tuh kita ITP satu bulan tuh cuman dapat $420 trus tiap hari dikurangi $3 dollar lagi buat lunch tiap hari soalnya mereka ga kasih kita keluar malah beliin makanan balik buat kita. Trus ceritanya tuh yah kita 2 orang yang kerja disana harus traktir mereka tiga orang itung dech kalo dibagi dua satu orang tuh $93.75 itu blom termasuk kalo kita sendiri. Pokoknya tuh nyebelin banget lah!) Jadinya yah kalo dah kaya gitu sapa yang masih mo traktir?! Kasih tau?? Sapa yang rela traktir kalo kaya gitu? Yah udah gua bilank aja cc gua mo ke airport koper ama barang2nya berat jadi harus gua anterin (emank cc gua mo ke airport tapi yah benernya mah waktu gua kelar kerja cc gua dah di airport) trus gua tuh bilankin kalo gua harus pergi gini gitu trus conversationnya kaya gitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua: Erm.. Bing2 I have to go home and help my sister with the luggages.&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: How about the dinner then? So we make it another day?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: .... I'm anything with it.&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: See whether you want it or not I don't like to force ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Gua: .....&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: So.. Are you interested to have dinner with us?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: ....&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: You don't like to have dinner with us right?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: No it's not that&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: So? What's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: .... No problem&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: But you don't want to have dinner with us? Do you want it if we change it to another day?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: I'm ok with it. Anything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: Are you interested to have dinner with us or not?&lt;br /&gt;Gua: (look at Alvin but he was showing me the face of 'I dunno') If go dutch then ok *joke mode*&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: So that's the problem lah? The money is the problem..&lt;br /&gt;Gua: No it's not about the money. I have the money with me, my parents gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Gua: The point is now I can't go I have to help my sis with her luggages.&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: Ok. Then we cancel it... &lt;br /&gt;Gua: No, you guys continue with the plan, I am the only 1 who are not going so do not make others unhappy just because of I'm not going&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: No.. it's alrite(go out and tell everyone that it's cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi! Kaya gini mah jadinya gara2 gua donk????&lt;br /&gt;Peduli ah pokoknya ga mau makan ama mereka point nya itu gua sech dah siap2 kasih uangnya kalo mereka mau pergi, yang penting gua ga ikut pergi udah...&lt;br /&gt;Pas jam 6 gua pamit pulank kaya biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab 3:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;Gua terima sms dari danny:&lt;br /&gt;Hay you din even take your log book yesterday man. You should at least thank bing and jc before you left you just go like that. Quite rude lei.&lt;br /&gt;Reply to danny:&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin there again. Dun always asume sumthing when u dunno the situation. I have to send my sis to airport that day.&lt;br /&gt;Danny replied:&lt;br /&gt;We all know that. At least say thank you. Basic courtesy!&lt;br /&gt;Reply to danny:&lt;br /&gt;It's nt that I'm nt goin back there again! My log book is still there coz i purposely left it to let them know I'm goin back not that i forget abt my log book and didn't thank them 4 everything!&lt;br /&gt;No more reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab 4:&lt;br /&gt;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Habis selesai kul hari ini gua langsung ke aljunied. Turun dari bus gua telp ke concept magic, tapi gua dijawab gitu ama bing2&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: "I'm very busy now, I have a lot of stuffs to do. Can you come tml?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haaa? Tml the schedule might not allow me to go there...&lt;br /&gt;Bing2: Anything lor, anyway you need the book more than me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APAAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SENGAJA KAN!!!!!????? BABI! JELEK! DASAR SINGAPOREAN!!!! SUCKS!!!!! Well, my friends excluded!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiuh *lega* ... sambung storynya besok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108909678389849437?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108909678389849437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108909678389849437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108909678389849437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108909678389849437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/07/very-story-fill-in-blank-urself.html' title='A Very ...... Story (fill in the blank urself)'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108874257938772863</id><published>2004-07-02T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:29:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Love Test</title><content type='html'>I took this quiz n this is the result &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coreina/1080315404_ilderaaaa5.jpg" border="0" alt="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;FROZEN QUEEN/ KING&lt;br /&gt;You dont want love to come through to you. You like&lt;br&gt;it the way you are. To be unreachable, no need&lt;br&gt;to show feelings. Hiding everything inside you.&lt;br&gt;You are already used to it. You say yourself&lt;br&gt;that you dont need anyone, that you stand on&lt;br&gt;your own two feet or that you dont have time&lt;br&gt;for these things. But in reality you are scared&lt;br&gt;to get hurt. You feel save where you are: by&lt;br&gt;yourself, nobody can hurt you there. You&lt;br&gt;invent your own relationship in your dreams.&lt;br&gt;You just need to know that you COULD get a&lt;br&gt;partner.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VOTE, I want to know what you think about my&lt;br&gt;quiz, I worked hard on it.You can always&lt;br&gt;message me or tell me how I can improve that&lt;br&gt;quiz. Ill sure write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;	~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108874257938772863?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108874257938772863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108874257938772863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108874257938772863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108874257938772863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/07/big-love-test.html' title='The Big Love Test'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108874186662486926</id><published>2004-07-02T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:17:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya</title><content type='html'>Hari terakhir ITP seneng banget n kesel banget&lt;br /&gt;seneng = akhirnyaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;kesel = masa gua harus traktir mereka makan trus merekanya milihnya resto2 yg mahal lagi katanya ga mau yg murah2 nyebelin kan????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capek + Kesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* ga tau harus gimana lagi jalanin idup kayanya ga berarti banget tapi yah pokoknya gua harus berusaha dech &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You! Jia You! Jia You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108874186662486926?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108874186662486926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108874186662486926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108874186662486926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108874186662486926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/07/akhirnya.html' title='Akhirnya'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108844326188337714</id><published>2004-06-29T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T01:21:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Sad Story!</title><content type='html'> I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. &lt;br /&gt;His name is Jin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were so many other girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another girl… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No… I am going to meet a friend…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, I was just a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till 100 days…200days… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What…don't drag, just say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he disappeared, like he was running away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one. There were many… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark… he still didn't call.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here…take this… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you now. I'm going home now, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and walked away like nothing had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shouted… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he just said simple cold words and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs felt numb…and I collapsed to the ground. He &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to say it easily… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is not the right guy for me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't call me, although I was waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just continued handing me a little doll every morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a street…with another girl… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me…as he touched the doll… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room, and tears fell… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he gave these to me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that… it's going to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he held out the doll as usual… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What….why… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to see a person like you again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other days, his eyes very shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw it away!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk~ Honk~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, move!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say one word to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sadness of losing him… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after spending two months like a crazy person… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the days I spent with him and started to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count the days… when we were in love… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One…two… three…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how… I started to count the dolls… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with 485 dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged it tightly, then suddenly… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~, I love you~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the dolls,shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I….lo..ve…you??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~ I love you~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…love you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that….... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that he love me this much… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had his blood stain on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo…Do you know what today is? We've been loving each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me.... Why? Why? I asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, why do I only know about all this now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minute… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that… and for that reason… to me… it became &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage… to live a beautiful life…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose someone that you love with your useless pride !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this b4 but I deleted it and I juz got it again from my friend so I think it's better to post it here and share with u guys. Enjoy! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: A very touching story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I don't want to experience it coz it's horrible to be left alone by someone we love. On the contradictory, if someone u don't like keep plastering u, it'll be irritating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108844326188337714?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108844326188337714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108844326188337714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108844326188337714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108844326188337714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/very-sad-story.html' title='A Very Sad Story!'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108832034615508933</id><published>2004-06-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T00:57:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Song for Today</title><content type='html'>Singer: Bellefire&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY SOMETHING ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say hearts &lt;br /&gt;Grow silent &lt;br /&gt;In a world where no one cares &lt;br /&gt;Love keep slipping away &lt;br /&gt;Some say time &lt;br /&gt;Is the healer &lt;br /&gt;But in a house where no one speaks &lt;br /&gt;love keep slipping away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong &lt;br /&gt;Why do we play that same old song &lt;br /&gt;Is it just because &lt;br /&gt;We're lonely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away &lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;Say something anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say tears &lt;br /&gt;Run dry but &lt;br /&gt;In my heart I've cried forever &lt;br /&gt;Only you can take it away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we see what's going on &lt;br /&gt;Is it just because &lt;br /&gt;We're lonely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away &lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;Say something anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to break the ice &lt;br /&gt;Anything at all &lt;br /&gt;Anything to break the ice &lt;br /&gt;Anything at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh), love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away (the shadows away) &lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing to say (you've got nothing to say) &lt;br /&gt;Say something anyway &lt;br /&gt;Help me chase the shadows away &lt;br /&gt;Love me, love me &lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;Say something anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: The lyric sounds pathetic actually i just like the tune but overall it's still a nice song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108832034615508933?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108802049042971482</id><published>2004-06-24T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:54:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puyeng ah</title><content type='html'>Tadi tuh pulank dari kantor trus gua ditelp ama itu private uni kayanya havard? ah kira2 kaya gitu dech namanya James trus nanya kenapa gua kemaren ga perli ke talk nya yah gua bilank aja kalo kemaren tuh gua ga sempet trus gua sekalian bilank kalo gua tuh blom graduate ntar tahun depan baru trus dia nanya e-mail gua biar bisa update gua yah gua kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Masa gua bilank v1cky dia bilank b for BANANA? YEYYY! V koq jadi B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus nyampe rumah gua sama sekali ga mau telp Felix ... kenapa? Gua juga ga tau&lt;br /&gt;Trus pas gua nyampe rumah dia telp gua pura2 aja bilank kalo capek mo istirahat trus dianya maksa terus nanya gua kenapa yah gua usahain buat nutupin kaya biasanya soalnya gua ga tau dech mo ngomong apa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yach udah habis dia tutup telp gua bobo sampe tadi jam 1 an kayanya dia emank ga sensi waktu gua tidur dia sama sekali ga telp gua dah bangun juga dia ga telp trus gua liat hp ada miss call gua kirain dia ga tau nya mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe emank tuh yg namanya keluarga palink hanget (^-^) selalu ngerasa kalo lagi sedih putus asa kalo dah ngomong ama mama ato papa kayanya ada perasaan hanget gitu .... mungkin gua emank ga perlu pacar dech .... *haiz* tau dech gua gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini termasuk ilfil ga? ill feel?&lt;br /&gt;Kayanya emank bagusan gitu dech jadi yah tambah lama gua tambah bisa lepas dari dia trus habis itu putus? Gua mau putus? Arghhhhhhhhh ga tau ah! Puyeng! Laper ah =( seharian cuman makan chicken rice ama roti soalnya tadi pulank ga pergi makan malah langsung bobo tapi gpp dech tadi ke kantor telat trus naek taksi aja dah habis uang hahahahahhahahaha (gelo nih anak mau hemat jadi ga makan trus lebih milih naek taksi daripada makan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108802049042971482?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108802049042971482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108802049042971482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108802049042971482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108802049042971482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/puyeng-ah.html' title='Puyeng ah'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108801990269601534</id><published>2004-06-24T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:45:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini ....</title><content type='html'>Hari ini di kantor ngapain aja:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mail Merge lagi&lt;br /&gt;2. Direct Mailing&lt;br /&gt;3. Dapat satu orang yang tertarik trus minta demonstrasi&lt;br /&gt;4. Ho Printing datang (tanda tangan ama cap)&lt;br /&gt;5. Main Pool&lt;br /&gt;6. Main2 ama tuh Lingkaran Tolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108801990269601534?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108801990269601534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108801990269601534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108801990269601534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108801990269601534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/hari-ini.html' title='Hari Ini ....'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108796144563535469</id><published>2004-06-23T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:30:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><content type='html'>Arghhhhhhh!!!! Kepala gua sakit banget!!!! Tapi gua lagi di kantor ga bisa apa2.... sakit bangett hiksss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara2 kemaren jam 5 an baru tidur kali sekarang tuh jalan aja gua ngerasa semuanya berputar2. Akhir2 ini yah gua ngerasa kalo hubungan gua ama Felix tuh jadi beda.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beda gimana? Kayanya dia dah mulai kaya co laen hahahaha ato kaya hubungan pacaran biasa lah kalo dah lama pacarannya dah mulai cuek dalam semua hal kaya yg dibilank ama Hui Fen alias Crystal katanya co nya tuh dah ga pernah ngebangunin dia lagi sekarang nahh sekarang juga obviously dia nya juga dah males ngebangunin gua ... jadi nya gua mulai sekarang dah mo mulai belajar bangun sendiri dech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus tidur juga biasanya kalo gua mau tidur pasti selalu ditemenin sekarang dah mulai bikin alasan trus temeninnya ga iklas gitu .... gua juga perlu belajar buat tidur tanpa di dongeng-in dech..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya semuanya perlu diganti lah gua juga ngerasa kalo gua sendiri juga dah harus berubah ga bole kaya dulu2 lagi semuanya selalu tergantung ama dia. Harus mandiri ..... pokoknya balik dech ke ce yg ga ada co juga ga bakal ada masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gua selalu mikir kalo semua hal gua ngelakuin sendiri jadi gua pacaran buat apa???&lt;br /&gt;Jawabannya: Gua ga tau! Tapi yg gua tau kalo hal gitu berlanjut terus mah perasaan gua ke dia lama2 bisa ilank dech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe bukannya gimana tapi sifat gua emank kaya gitu kali ato sifat semua ce juga kaya gitu? Gua ga tau dech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capek banget ah pokoknya gara2 Saint Seiya gua nahan2 sampe jam 5 pagi hahahahhaa bego banget rasanya tapi yah ga apa2 lah sekali2 bego asal jangan selalu jadi orang bego aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini tadi baru aja orang dari Ho Printing datang trus receipt nya kan gua perlu stamp logo company ama sign bego nya gua dapat logo yg salah hauhahuahuahuahuahua trus ada tulisan -Final Link- gitu ntar gua siap2 diomelin dech hakhkahkahahkahkahka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua ... jadi pengen berubah ah .... jadi pengen lebih rajin, lebih teratur, lebih outgoing, lebih cakep (nah loh? yang ini kayanya ga ada hubungannya dech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah dah dulu dech pikiran gua kacau kemaren mikirin sambil nangis ga tau kenapa perasaan kayanya balik ke masa lalu bedanya cuman dulu gua nangis nya lebih parah trus ga byk pikiran seperti ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108796144563535469?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108796144563535469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108796144563535469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108796144563535469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108796144563535469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108732190987905141</id><published>2004-06-16T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:51:49.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which movie villain are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/villain_devito.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108732190987905141?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108732190987905141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108732190987905141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108732190987905141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108732190987905141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/which-movie-villain-are-you_16.html' title='Which movie villain are you?'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108675059572372373</id><published>2004-06-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T01:45:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Love</title><content type='html'>Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away. Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. Antoine de Saint - Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses but a girl on a sofa is easily won over. Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women don't make passes at men who are asses. Jane Bartlett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your views on love? Love? I make it constantly but I never talk about it. Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife. Prince Philip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a little word people make it big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love doesn't have a happy ending; true love doesn't have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Franklin P. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's useless to try to hold people to anything they say while they're madly in love, drunk or running for office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108675059572372373?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108675059572372373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108675059572372373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108675059572372373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108675059572372373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-all-about-love.html' title='It&apos;s All About Love'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108672990927472278</id><published>2004-06-09T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:32:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I do not feel like writing my blog today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net and found this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://www.square-enix-usa.com/games/FFX-2/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very cool but still nice ^-^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;templates gua kayanya ada yg salah dech soalnya ga bisa link jadi kalo mau liat kalian copy n paste aja k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108672990927472278?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108672990927472278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108672990927472278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108672990927472278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108672990927472278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/final-fantasy.html' title='Final Fantasy'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108664860879176718</id><published>2004-06-08T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T06:50:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeTe</title><content type='html'>Nyebelinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tuh kan tgl 8 hehehe salah harusnya tuh kemaren itu tuh tgl 7 di mana tuh kita dah kerja selama 1 bulan yah gua nervous lah ga tau bakal terima gaji ato log booknya bakal di cek ga ama tuh supervisor trus habis itu yah gua bela2in lah ga bobo gitu sama sekali semalaman buat ngerjain log book gua yah udah habis itu waktu kerja sama sekali ga bisa buka tuh mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parahnya lagi log book gua sama sekali ga di check trus gaji juga ga dikasih tuh sepasang burung gagak langsung jam 6 keluar dari kantor padahal gua tau kalo mereka tuh bukannya ada apa gitu buat ngurusin tapi mereka cuman mo pergi nonton nyebelin ga?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus yah gitu masih mending kira2 habis lunch gitu yah gua dibilank ama manager goblok itu alias danny masa gua dibilank gitu eh lo hari ini dah telp berapa orang? yah gua bilankin lah kalo gua blom telp gua mau beresin database nya gitu nyari2 no telpnya dulu baru telp soalnya gua lebih suka gitu trus dia malah bilank gitu elo telp lah lo tau ga sech kalo lo ga telp tuh boss ngomel2 (pake bahasa tangan) *emank dia bisu? ato gua tuli?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyebelin banget dech gara2 kata2 itu tuh yah gua seharian ga tenang tau!!! Trus habis selesai gitu seharian gua ngomong lah ke Alvin apa yg manager tolol yg inisialnya D itu ngomong ke gua trus Alvin bilank hayahhhh..... itu mah jangan D sendiri yang ngomong gitu soalnya kan biasanya kalo boss mau ngomong ama elo selalu suruh ce nya yang ngomong ke elo ngapain kali ini tuh suruh D yg ngomongin ke elo habis mikir2 bener juga yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesel gua ama manager babi itu!!!!! Dia kirain dia tuh kerja nya byk????!!!! Ada juga jalan sana sini trus telp cuman beberapa ngeselinnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!! JELEK! TOLOL! GEBLEK! Pake nama boss negurin gua sialannnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!! Pengen gua injek2 tuh muka tendang ke kutub biar mati kedinginan! NYEBELINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangking ngantuknya gua hari ini tadi di kantor tuh gua masuk ke toilet trus duduk di toilet bobo huahuahuahuahuhuahuaa habisnya beneran ngantuk bangett tau kaya gitu hari ini mah gua ga usah pergi aja hari ini gua dah bela2in pergi ke sono malah gitu jadinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung hari ini tuh waktu pulank ada sms dari temen2 gua hehehehe senengnya di perhatiin walaupun cuman di sms in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus pulank karena kecapean gua langsung bobo&lt;br /&gt;Waktu bangun sama sekali ga ada miss call si dudud ga telp *huh*&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=( (sayang jelek!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108664860879176718?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108664860879176718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108664860879176718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108664860879176718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108664860879176718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/06/bete.html' title='BeTe'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108559397789577102</id><published>2004-05-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T01:52:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Finding Nemo Character are You? 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Gua tidur sampe jam 4 pagi trus waktu bangun gua rada kalang kabut soalnya gua inget kalo hari ini tuh LO (Liason Officer) gua bakal datang ke company dimana gua attach buat check kerjaan kita n parahnya... gua blom nulis log book gua sama sekaliiiiiiiiiiii!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emank sech ini salah gua beneran soalnya gua dah kerja selama 2 minggu n ini tuh minggu ke 3 eh... guanya malah blom nulis apa2 (minta digetok ga gua?) *haiz* trus waktu mau nulis gua sama sekali jadi ga mood soalnya gua inget kalo jam 8 ntar hasil ujian gua bakal keluar n bilankin kalo gua lulus ato nga.... gua pengen nunggu semua perasaan buat ngerjain sesuatu jadi padam sampe2 ngomong ama felix juga ga mood.... begonya lagi gua malah mandi trus mau nge-shave lagi shave tiba2 ngerasa ada rasa sakit gitu kirain shavernya kenapa (bukannya malah liat kaki) trus habis sadar...... amit2 kaki kiri dah luka gede gitu trus darahnya mengalir terus !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yach asli gua shockkkk... tapi mo gimana lagi? yah cepet2 keluar dari kamar mandi, ceritanya sech mo ambil handuk kecil buat bersihin darah ga tau nya baru sadar kalo kaki kanan juga kenaaaaaaa darahnya keluar2 terus ga berhenti2 ~&gt;_&lt;~ &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Takut Banget&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dah mo pingsan waktu liat trus karena ga ada obat gua nyari2 hansaplast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung dapet!!! Terus yah gua nya plasterin tuh kaki yg malang ... trus sambung mandi tapi pedihnya amit2 (guanya sampe teriak2 gara2 pedihnya tuh luka) hansaplast ga membantu yah maksa tapi sakitnya beneran ga tahannnn! Keluar dari kamar mandi cepet2 gua ganti plasternya trus cepet2 ke depan komp sambil telp Felix n sambil check hasil ujian.....&lt;br /&gt;Ternyataaaaaaaaa....... habis nge-cetak 4 luka di kaki gua akhirnya gua lulus .... er..... ga nyambung habis yah? Ah! Biarin dah bosen gua nyambung2in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 9.30 keluar dari rumah ke mall yg diseberang rumah buat beli2 minuman trus berangkat pergi ke kantor..... perginya sengsara banget naek bus dulu --&gt;&gt; trus naek taxi --&gt;&gt; baru balik naek bus lagi dodol ga? Gua sendiri ngerasa bego tapi kalo naek taksi tiap hari n habisin $7 sampe $8 kayanya lebih bego makanya hari ini walaupun rada telat gua tenang2 aja hahahahhahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe ke kantor yah kaya biasa yg ada cuman Alvin yang satu sekolah ama gua sama2 di SP (Singapore Polytechnic) trus gua jalan sana jalan sini sibuk nempelin nama gua di tiap botol minuman yang gua beli.. biar nandain kalo tuh minuman punya gua karena males naruh VICKY gede2 gitu trus gua nulis aja V trus gambat muka gitu hehehehe..... gua beli apa yah tadi? (green tea, apple tea, orange juice ama mineral water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas banget habis selesai LO dateng (oh, iyah sebelum ke kantor gua dah telp Alvin katanya ga perlu nulis sekarang soalnya LO-nya ga bakal check) Gua kirain tuh LO bakal ngomong panjang lebar ga tau nya cuman nanya keadaan kita, kita ngerjain apa aja, company ini tuh ngapain aja... Udah dia nulis2 di log book kita trus tanda tangan n pergi (-_-'") Lame rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 11 Danny (magician + my manager) ama Kenneth (ngurus komp baru + magician on traning) dateng trus Danny minta gua update dia soal telemarketing yang gua ngerjain soalnya dia mau nyambung kerjain yah udah gua kasih tau ini itu sebenarnya ga gitu beda banyak palink juga cuman bilankin kalo warna2 tulisan itu apa artinya n website buat nyari info ttg company-nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua kirain tumben Danny tuh jadi rajin banget sekarang soalnya dia bilank kalo kita dua giliran ngerjainnya tapi ujung2nya dia bilank kalo dia nyari info ttg company-nya n gua disuruh telp aja habis dia nyari info companynya =SIAL= nyari info gua juga bisa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi karena waktu dah ga memungkinkan soalnya dah mo jam 12 di mana artinya lunch time! Gua seneng bukannya karena dah bisa keluar makan siang tapi karena company laen pasti lunch time jadi gua telp juga ga ada gunanya jadi harus nunggu sampe jam 2 baru bisa telp mereka lagi n karena gua lagi mujur habis gua makan n minum obat (buat thyroid) gua mau sambung ngerjain trus Bing2 (ce nya boss gua + assitant boss gua) suruh gua duduk di komp laen. HOREEEEE!!! ga perlu jadi tukang telp bisa sendiri ngerjain nyari info ama telp trus Danny juga ngerjain hal yang sama jadi yah adil! hehehehe trus yah hari ini habis selesai kerja gua dapat 5 customers trus Danny seneng banget katanya dia dapet banyak n dia yakin kalo dia tuh bisa dapetin 10 customers hari ini gua kirain bener soalnya dia dah berdiri buat training (dun forget he is a magician!) Jadi gua check customers' database ga taunya dia tuh cuman dapet 3 tambah satu yang gua dapet pagi tadi 4 dianya dah bilank dah dapat banyak n bisa dapat 10 *haiz* nih manager mah..... (oh iyah, tea time gua makan kaya + butter toast) enak loh! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu jam nunjukin ke jam 6 artinya gua dah Alvin dah boleh berhenti n siap2 buat pulank tapi tiba2....... &lt;br /&gt;JC : Okay! We'll go now!&lt;br /&gt;Bing2 : Yeah, we should!&lt;br /&gt;JC : Anyone's goin home? Kenneth? (means that going home and wan JC to drop them sumwhere)&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth : Yes, I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;Bing2 : Danny?&lt;br /&gt;Danny : Wait....&lt;br /&gt;Bing2 : So u're not goin wit us rite?&lt;br /&gt;Danny : No, no! I'm goin with u guys!&lt;br /&gt;JC : Vicky! Remember to post the letters today&lt;br /&gt;Danny : Alvin! Put my doves back to their cage&lt;br /&gt;Avian : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Danny : Remember!&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Yeah, yeah..OK!&lt;br /&gt;Danny : Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh? Where r they goin to? Why r they rushing? Now is 6 .... we're the one who suppose to rush back rite???&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Dunno, they are goin to PS (Plaza Singapura)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Watch movie?&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Maybe.. I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok... let's just shut down all the comp and air-corn&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Wait I put the Doves back 1st&lt;br /&gt;Me : Everything's done?&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Comp, air-corn, doves ..... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok then lock the door then we can go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to MRT I've post the letters&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a can drink (green tea + grape juice) =taste ... awful=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di MRT ... telp Felix + telp Henche&lt;br /&gt;Dah sama2 tau kalo lulus Henche ngajak makan. Guanya pasti mau donk blom makan! Dah laper lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Gua disuruh turun ke dhoby ghout trus dijemput ama dia trus ke newton circle &lt;br /&gt;makanannya (sotong w chilli, sting ray, 4 chicken wings, kangkung cao la jiao + nasi) minuman gua (sugar cane w/o lemon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus pulank trus bosen trus di depan komp trus nulis blog .....&lt;br /&gt;trus nabrak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108558983233356627?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108558983233356627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108558983233356627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108558983233356627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108558983233356627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/05/bosen.html' title='Bosen'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087954.post-108534190456453735</id><published>2004-05-24T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:51:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Sebenarnya sech gua dah ada blog di www.nutang.com tapi yah I dun really like it.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua pengen nyari tempat yang gua bisa ngomongin apa aja tapi kalo disana tuh kayanya tiap hari lo nulis apa aja pasti diprotes ama dibaca jadinya tuh rasanya gimana gitu emank sech bisa di kunci n dikasih passwd tapi tuh blog aneh banget begitu loe login trus waktu logout ga ada gunanya lagi soalnya tuh waktu elo masuk blom apa2 dia dah login sendiri kesel ga???? semua privacy ilank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus gua mau nulis di bahasa indo aja diprotes huh....nyebelin...jelek semuanya! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087954-108534190456453735?l=v1cky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/feeds/108534190456453735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7087954&amp;postID=108534190456453735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108534190456453735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087954/posts/default/108534190456453735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v1cky.blogspot.com/2004/05/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>v1cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14478402506170419904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
