<?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-2016158090902589664</id><updated>2011-06-09T10:37:21.027+07:00</updated><category term='guitar hero'/><category term='nadya'/><category term='alesana'/><category term='disney'/><category term='live'/><category term='earth'/><category term='XIV'/><category term='oh my god'/><category term='3C'/><category term='nadya eldhindra'/><category term='taurus'/><category term='enviornment'/><category term='romeo and juliet'/><category term='anberlin podcast'/><category term='meat murder'/><category term='alethea project'/><category term='family'/><category term='concert'/><category term='travis barker'/><category 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antoher mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8304285626728354840</id><published>2009-04-05T19:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:32:15.272+07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're just april fools</title><content type='html'>my God, it's already april. i could barely feel march. &lt;div&gt;well, after 5 days of staying inside the apartment, i could breathe some fresh air last friday and went to St. Kilda and Richmond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today... i went to chadstone and had dinner at sofia. pretty good day, i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, the word hatred and fake seems to be around my head all day long, no, all week long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thought i'd let them know, our life is a competition, i'm already one step forward, and just to remind you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i will win&lt;/span&gt;. i might not have the essentials that you have now, but i'm sure i'm strong enough to keep going on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i will be stronger than you&lt;/span&gt;. my life without you wouldn't be a waste. if i could find better version of you, i would kick you away. like you did to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, i am not that kind of person,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; i am not you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i grew, because of you. and because of your mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"4 am there's someone on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they call, when its suddenly cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you're like an autumn's leaf in winter's wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;blown away by the sudden lack of friends when you need someone close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't give me lies of gold intentions..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8304285626728354840?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8304285626728354840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8304285626728354840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8304285626728354840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8304285626728354840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-just-april-fools.html' title='we&apos;re just april fools'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2290608862773026651</id><published>2009-03-18T14:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:10:58.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever will be, will be.</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! My mom and my grandma are coming this Friday to visit me! oh how i've missed them! &lt;div&gt;the great thing is that, my grandma got her visa today, and they're going tomorrow! so it's kind of a rush. and what makes it amazing is, 5 hours ago, i texted my mom asking about grandma's visa and she said it's not done yet. and an hour ago, i said &lt;i&gt;out loud&lt;/i&gt; "God, give my grandma her visa, i miss her so much!" and my phone beeped, i thought it was sasha, but it was my mother. saying that my grandma's visa is done and they're ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot be more excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from that, i already counted everything i need for going to the america to see anberlin and taking back sunday. (if my dad allows it, which i hope he will). and stephanie said the place she works in is now hiring, so i can find my luck there to earn money! yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hopefully will have enough to get my main priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, taking back sunday &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; anberlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2290608862773026651?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2290608862773026651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2290608862773026651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2290608862773026651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2290608862773026651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='whatever will be, will be.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8677109854009810971</id><published>2009-03-15T16:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:02:24.609+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><title type='text'>feels like bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Um, hi. &lt;div&gt;It's been awhile since I wrote a decent update here. That's only because I don't really know what to write. Okay, let me try this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School- it's not really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. I'm keeping up with everything fine, but the essays. God. I'm so not in the mood for writing 2000 words essay. Although, I already have everything I need. But the light hasn't shine yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends- got them. but this is australia babe. Not everyone lives in &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; town. I sometimes don't mind spending some time alone, I'm coping with loneliness just fine. And plus, like Sasha and I agreed, we need to stand on our own two feet. Never depend on anybody. Right Sha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health- Tired and having a little bit of a headache because of the rain. I didn't have any umbrella, so, yesterday, I walked to the bus stop and stood there for about 20 minutes in the rain, and after I got off, the rain was still going, so I walked to Deakin. As soon as I got to Chadstone, I bought an umbrella. And hopefully, will remember to bring it every time I leave the house. I often thought about how I never had to deal with this kind of situation in Jakarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's not like I'm going to have a driver and a car &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;. Especially in this life that &lt;i&gt;I've&lt;/i&gt; chosen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, when we grow up, we're not going to have someone taking care of our every need, are we? We (at some point) have to take care of ourselves alone. House rent, food, transportation, laundry, and all of that. No more mom and dad to take care of those for us. So better start from now. I might turned out to be a spoiled brat living like she owns everything just 'coz my parents gave me everything I need if I stayed back home. Have to &lt;i&gt;pay&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; everything by myself here, really brought me back to my senses. I am no longer feel the need to envy the world of the riches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love- screw this one, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food- I only need 4 foods and 4 food only. Tacos, Sushi, Burrito, and Cookies. I rest my case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money- I've applied to two places, unfortunately, they haven't respond, so for now, I don't have any job. But I better get one soon, I want to spend money without the guilt. Because right now... I'm using my &lt;i&gt;parents&lt;/i&gt; money. And it's bad enough that they have to pay for my house rent and my college tuition. I'm just feeling a bit guilty when I use it for something else (clothes, etc). It will be better if I earn and use my own money. Don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; wait until mom and grandma visit me! I've missed them so much, and I do need to know the gossips from my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8677109854009810971?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8677109854009810971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8677109854009810971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8677109854009810971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8677109854009810971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/feels-like-bloggin.html' title='feels like bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2699810882934864536</id><published>2009-03-11T11:32:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:43:01.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 19'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking back sunday'/><title type='text'>a wish,</title><content type='html'>If you asked me a few days earlier, "What do you want for your birthday?" I know, I know it's too early, but &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; you asked me that, I'm going to say some cheesy things like maybe, happiness, or such.&lt;div&gt;But now, I know &lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt; what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/Sbc_ZBPxAnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UGncrS_H-60/s1600-h/n586955094_2003088_7424004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/Sbc_ZBPxAnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UGncrS_H-60/s320/n586955094_2003088_7424004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783984570630770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there it is. My two most favorite band (Taking Back Sunday &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; Anberlin), in one concert.&lt;div&gt;A few months, no, like 5 or 6 months ago, I was told to make a magazine for our mass communication class and I had to do 2 ads. I made one ad for a concert, which is Taking Back Sunday and Anberlin's. Oh, it's coming true. It's coming true now. I guess, I can see the future. No, I can't. But anyway, coincidence! Or a lucky guess, either of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, that's what I want for my birthday. May 19th people! May 19th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fingers crossed for a miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and p.s : evvvverybody knows I love Anberlin. Especially if they know me in person. True?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2699810882934864536?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2699810882934864536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2699810882934864536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2699810882934864536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2699810882934864536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish.html' title='a wish,'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/Sbc_ZBPxAnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UGncrS_H-60/s72-c/n586955094_2003088_7424004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5648728862105815152</id><published>2009-03-05T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:12:06.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Time Traveler,</title><content type='html'>I envy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5648728862105815152?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5648728862105815152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5648728862105815152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5648728862105815152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5648728862105815152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-time-traveler.html' title='Dear Time Traveler,'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7824268206909538223</id><published>2009-03-04T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:27:53.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thing I've said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Since he doesn't have any experience worth writing, except all the party and rock shows and getting drunk, he has to make a stupid story like that. Poor him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bet you &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; know who I was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7824268206909538223?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7824268206909538223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7824268206909538223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7824268206909538223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7824268206909538223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/thing-ive-said.html' title='A thing I&apos;ve said.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3722838744456522420</id><published>2009-03-01T17:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:24:09.961+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundwave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alesana'/><title type='text'>My teenage moment.</title><content type='html'>So, last friday, I went to Soundwave (finally) and had the best time ever. I met up with Diana there and watch a little part of Madina Lake and we went to see Alesana. I met Elise along the way. Alesana was awesome! I love their performance, it was so energetic! right after Alesana, we went back to stage 2 to see Less Than Jake, then we went to check the time table for signing bands. To my surprise, I got cramps and fell right in front of medical booth. embarrassing, i know. After that, I ran to stage 3 where I thought Bayside would be, only to realized that Bayside was on stage 6. So I have to ran back to stage 6 and saw Bayside. Right after Bayside, I went to Alesana's signing table. I only got them to sign my back and I didn't get any picture, because I was too nervous. Diana and I then went to stage one to see Forever The Sickest Kids! I was so pumped about it! I'm so excited to see them live! FTSK was great, and sooo amazing with the crowds! People jumped and mosh, it was getting hotter and hotter but it was fun! as the result of that amazing crowds, I got bruises. I stayed got front row for Anberlin! So was Elise! They were AMAZING, amazing, amazing, amazing!!!!! I waited for them for a little while, but they didn't came out so I went to line up for FTSK's signing. I was so nervous to meet them, I've been their fans since, february 2008 if I'm not mistaken. The first one was Caleb, I gave him the bracelet and he said "Aw you're so sweet" and then he kissed me (well on the cheek)! but enough to make me super nervous. Then I gave Jonathan a bracelet and he asked me "Do you know who made this?" and I said "No, because, I brought it from jakarta, Indonesia. I'm Indonesian." "Wow!! (high 5) I live in Indonesia too!" and of course, I didn't believe it. After meeting all of FTSK, I went to stage 5 to see Valencia, and got front row &amp;hearts; what I didn't know was, Nate from Anberlin was at stage 6! But that's alright because I get to see Valencia front row and I sang along to their every song! It feels so good to see them live because I love their album and I've been listening to it over and over since day 1 I bought it. You can see on my previous post that I posted their lyrics. After that I totally forgot what to do so I went to the merch stand and bought Anberlin &amp;amp; Valencia's shirts. What I forgot was, I had a ticket to see Maylene &amp;amp; Sons of Disasters at that exact time. So there goes my $2. I lined up for Valencia, and then added my embarrassment of the day, I got cramps in front of them. I am now, the singing-along-girl-with-cramps. Thank you cramps, I love you... not. And I have to sit first before I could walk again. When I could walk, I started walking towards the exit AND got cramps AGAIN, (see how much cramps loves me).&lt;div&gt;But over all Friday was the most amazing day I've ever had! To this date. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this exact second, my whole body is still aching and plus, my feet still hurts so bad. This is the most terrible pain I've ever felt since.... I can't remember when. But tell you what, it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could relive today over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3722838744456522420?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3722838744456522420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3722838744456522420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3722838744456522420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3722838744456522420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-teenage-moment.html' title='My teenage moment.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7321919001950761205</id><published>2009-02-27T19:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:07:09.347+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna take long.</title><content type='html'>It's gonna take long for me to update because I have tons of stories for today. And it's already 11 pm, and I don't think my eyes and finger could take it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I enjoyed Soundwave Festival, got a few things to remember them by, including scars and bruises and cramps, terrible, terrible pain. But that's okay. I freaking love today. Definitely an unforgettable, irreplaceable, one of the best days, I've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy your Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7321919001950761205?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7321919001950761205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7321919001950761205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7321919001950761205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7321919001950761205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-gonna-take-long.html' title='It&apos;s gonna take long.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6645374109352984220</id><published>2009-02-15T18:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:53:39.981+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what,</title><content type='html'>It was hard for me to leave home.&lt;div&gt;But somehow, I knew I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I have a feeling, it will be harder to leave this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I knew from the minute I came, I'm going to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6645374109352984220?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6645374109352984220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6645374109352984220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6645374109352984220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6645374109352984220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-what.html' title='You know what,'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3968054329382015810</id><published>2009-02-13T03:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:51:20.143+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fred flare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroid camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Lookie here.</title><content type='html'>Guess what?? I'm going to Australia today!! Wish me all the best of luck.&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait until soundwave, it's going to be super awesome. I'm going to have so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish-list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Polaroid Camera. &lt;i&gt;I guess I'll have to save up and buy them on ebay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. fredflare.com to ship internationally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Orphaned Anything's. &lt;i&gt;Aaaaaaaahhh!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3968054329382015810?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3968054329382015810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3968054329382015810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3968054329382015810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3968054329382015810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/lookie-here.html' title='Lookie here.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5126720036568201208</id><published>2009-01-30T01:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:33:54.362+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation.</title><content type='html'>I think it's time for me to hibernate for awhile. Let this steamy chaos cool down first and then I'll write again. I still write in my private journal in which I could be totally free and doesn't have to worry that my words might offend somebody.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finishing my exams doesn't mean I'm less busy. I might even be busier! I've got a lot of things to get done before my departure on February 13th, including taking out my wisdom teeth. Good thing all the immigration stuff is finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that made me slightly upset is my family. I'm so sad to leave them, especially my grandparents. My mom told me that both of my grandparents are more nervous than I am about this "trip" (I'll call it trip because I will eventually be back.) They're afraid that they won't see me again. No, not me, they're afraid that they'll die before seeing me again. And you know what, I was thinking the exact same thing. I'm afraid that if something happens, I won't be there. And it will definitely hurts to know that I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; be there in such a situation. I seriously love them to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5126720036568201208?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5126720036568201208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5126720036568201208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5126720036568201208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5126720036568201208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-179738440072630661</id><published>2009-01-27T23:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:46:41.675+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of updates</title><content type='html'>So, so, sorry.&lt;div&gt;I'm so busy with final exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I could write soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-179738440072630661?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/179738440072630661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=179738440072630661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/179738440072630661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/179738440072630661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/lack-of-updates.html' title='Lack of updates'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6216979899339222324</id><published>2009-01-24T18:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:52:54.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick words:</title><content type='html'>those crazy people who demonstrates almost every week&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP PEOPLE! just destroying things. why don't you do something productive instead? or at least give the solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;you're destroying your country for god's sake. its your country thats dealing with all the loses.&lt;br /&gt;shut up with your reason such as defending your religion, its effing not. you're making a wrong, effing wrong, impression of &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously people think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6216979899339222324?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6216979899339222324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6216979899339222324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6216979899339222324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6216979899339222324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-words.html' title='quick words:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7306542845123187943</id><published>2009-01-21T01:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:14:40.592+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most interesting thing that happened to me on Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Monday was my last class of Computing. Unlike any other subject, I don't think this needs a revision. So, Winda and I decided not to do the past paper exam and just open the book at some page and pretended to read it. We came across a map of United States. And then... there's one state, MS. I asked Winda "What's MS?" "thenameofacertainsomeone" "Hahahaha, no seriously." she couldn't answer so we tried to remember but nothing came up. And then we had this idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We list all of the states and see which one is missing. So we did. I think the lecture is quite impressed to see us do some work. Although he didn't know that the work we've done has NOTHING to do with his subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So came this list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SXYTEjeDXcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/atB_KM90meo/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293439380982291906" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the moment, we've listed all states except MS. (We continued this list at break time). We refused to eat until we figured out what MS is. And we  won't try and search it in google because that's "giving up". We think hard, and Winda yelled "MISSISIPI!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the mystery is solved, we ate peacefully. And even forgot to study for the test after the break ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the title is right, this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the most interesting thing that happened to me on Monday. And yes, my life is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7306542845123187943?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7306542845123187943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7306542845123187943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7306542845123187943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7306542845123187943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-interesting-thing-that-happened-to.html' title='The most interesting thing that happened to me on Monday.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SXYTEjeDXcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/atB_KM90meo/s72-c/DSC02110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1163112083544913668</id><published>2009-01-18T03:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:21:14.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day yesterday, was consisted by:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Glitter tattoos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Potatoes (Soup, mashed, fried, baked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Vanilla latte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Clowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Balloons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Seaweed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last, but not least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a life for me now is very enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1163112083544913668?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1163112083544913668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1163112083544913668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1163112083544913668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1163112083544913668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day-yesterday-was-consisted-by.html' title='My day yesterday, was consisted by:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3523664690845730421</id><published>2009-01-15T21:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:14:46.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings exactly:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's forgiven the harms of her past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She'll take a message somewhere it will last&lt;br /&gt;She fails where she fails but she's trying&lt;br /&gt;And growing up fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoes climbing back&lt;br /&gt;What's this&lt;br /&gt;Hit or miss attack&lt;br /&gt;You missed it&lt;br /&gt;She's got white lights on her face&lt;br /&gt;From the bad days&lt;br /&gt;That she just can't erase&lt;br /&gt;And her sad eyes are replaced&lt;br /&gt;With the new life in a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the pattern&lt;br /&gt;And this is the stone&lt;br /&gt;This is the past she knows she can run from&lt;br /&gt;This is the place she's been in since she was born&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deas Vail-White Lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3523664690845730421?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3523664690845730421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3523664690845730421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3523664690845730421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3523664690845730421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-feelings-exactly.html' title='My feelings exactly:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6872889989163019197</id><published>2009-01-14T05:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:51:31.002+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go watch : The Fly Boys (Sky Kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SW0TM2fvQjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fZjLEmzS7og/s1600-h/flyboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SW0TM2fvQjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fZjLEmzS7og/s320/flyboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290906248738193970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awards:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ojai Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bendfilm Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arpa International Film Festival :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jury prize- Best Screen Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashville Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbados International Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Best Feature Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Best Feature Actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson Hole Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury Prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garden State Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury Prize- Best cinematography &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Island Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury choice- Best Family Feature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;California Independent Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury Prize- Best Cinematography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedona International Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience choice - Best feature film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lake Havasu International Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury price- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury Prize- Best Film Of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th Annual Westchester County International Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiburon International Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Golden Reel Award"- Best Children Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Lindsay Una Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaufort Film Festival: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durango Independent Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasparilla Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience prize - Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omaha Film Festival : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jury prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audience prize- Best Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the award list got so long, I'm too lazy to type it down. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.theflyboysmovie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6872889989163019197?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6872889989163019197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6872889989163019197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6872889989163019197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6872889989163019197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-watch-fly-boys-sky-kids.html' title='Go watch : The Fly Boys (Sky Kids)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SW0TM2fvQjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fZjLEmzS7og/s72-c/flyboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8133124357433373127</id><published>2009-01-13T00:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:33:18.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days to final</title><content type='html'>Whoa, this semester went by fast. Wish me luck on my finals.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm still tired, maybe mom's advice was right, i need some kind of vitamin pills. pssh, i dont need that! i think i'm tired because i'm nervous. You know, moving and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s my mom loves stephen christian's blog. 'what an artist.' she said. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8133124357433373127?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8133124357433373127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8133124357433373127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8133124357433373127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8133124357433373127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-days-to-final.html' title='12 days to final'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5058113019300102699</id><published>2009-01-10T13:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:10:14.545+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeek!</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys, I'm sorry I've been missing out this couple of days. I'm just always too tired for some reason, but I assure you this is a good kind of tiredness. Campus is getting more and more hectic due to the final exam that's just around the corner, assignment this, mid test that, class room test, and everything. Can you believe that it's only 34 more days until I move to Australia? No, I actually cant. Time is flying by so fast, faster than before!&lt;div&gt;I watched Yes Man last night, I thought it was a very good movie. I do have something more to say about that film, but, meh, my fingers are still sore from all the lifting today, so maybe some other time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to end this post right here because I have to help my mom and grandma to clean my grandma's house for tomorrow's family gathering. As the host, we have to make the place comfortable for the guests ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write to you later when all this tiredness has passed :) I'm still gonna do quickie updates from twitter though, it's faster and not so much chit chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5058113019300102699?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5058113019300102699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5058113019300102699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5058113019300102699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5058113019300102699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/eeek.html' title='Eeek!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-745620728062186184</id><published>2009-01-07T02:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:18:09.507+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;People, people, I've made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfeelingsexactly.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;second blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;! Please kindly check it out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hows your sixth day in 2009? Mine was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a new record. As you probably know already, I have a wee bit trouble with sleeping. A few months ago I didn't sleep for 25 hours, and I thought that's the longest I could go on without sleeping, but I was wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep for 30 hours yesterday, and it's all because of Economics! Well, not really that's just a reason I used so it seems like I actually have something to do. In the morning I went to Dunkin Donuts and bought myself (and Sasha too) a cup of hazelnut latte. So, my drive to campus was accompanied by a cup of hazelnut latte and Taking Back Sunday's Louder Now with maximum volume. Class went by slower than usual, it seemed to me that the lecture was explaining the whole book instead of one chapter. My friends are glad because after class they could sleep, well not for me. Gym was patiently waiting for me to come back after a week of holiday. So, yeah, I went to the gym. To my surprise, I wasn't even tired at all! And I wasn't hungry either! Of course it surprised me because I haven't had any breakfast or lunch. The only thing that filled my tummy is that delicious hazelnut latte. (Yes, I am "healthy").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home at 3, and went to sleep immediately until 10.30 p.m and now I'm wide awake. Hahaha. I don't think I will be sleeping again, I have to be up and running at 5.30 and that means 2 more hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-745620728062186184?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/745620728062186184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=745620728062186184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/745620728062186184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/745620728062186184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/wide-awake.html' title='Wide awake'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-9157356788939568985</id><published>2009-01-05T00:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:23:35.561+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>"... And that wasnt the end of it. There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless. These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, "Business as usual." But if they  perceive a slight against God, it is a different story.&lt;div&gt;Their faces go red, their chest heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree if their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard and it is to their defense, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Life Of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-9157356788939568985?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/9157356788939568985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=9157356788939568985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/9157356788939568985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/9157356788939568985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1102867307720471719</id><published>2009-01-04T23:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:20:59.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"The Very First Survey in 2009"&lt;br /&gt;Try not to skip any question!&lt;br /&gt;And here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most exciting moment in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't pick one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you show love to people who are special to you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... Honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you get really angry?&lt;br /&gt;When someone does something intolerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if others disagree with you?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what we disagree on. But, mostly try to discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;Read, Write, Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person from the opposite sex gives special attention to you but you don’t expect it, how would you respond him/her?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wouldn't notice the special attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your rather be very rich or be very smart? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Very smart. I could try to make money with my smartness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;In a college, taking my master degree, and hopefully have someone special to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?&lt;br /&gt;Wife, mom, friend, and God's servant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attracts you most?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a spouse who is intelligent but unattractive or unintelligent but attractive?&lt;br /&gt;In between, how about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re able to speak in 5 languages, what will they be?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish, Mandarin, Javanese, French, Swedish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;I can't pick one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you define yourself in 3 adjective words?&lt;br /&gt;Loud, Moody, Difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is Coming To Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best food you’ve ever eaten and where did you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;I like food, so I couldn't pick the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather spend a day without eating or without sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Without eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person irritates you most?&lt;br /&gt;People who thinks they're the center of the world, thinks they're all that just because people tell them they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to do in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Be happy and successful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time your parents got angry with you?&lt;br /&gt;Like really angry? A long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who influenced your life the most?&lt;br /&gt;For these last months, Stephen Christian and Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like bananas?&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite movie quote?&lt;br /&gt;The newest : "Your fun is only limited by your imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the soundtrack to the movie about your life?&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be "Take A Step Back" Every Avenue, or "All At Once" Valencia, or "Breathe" Anberlin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to make a movie about your life what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;I  don't know about the title, but I know the sub-title, "When imagination got a little bit out of control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest regret?&lt;br /&gt;Take people for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What musical instrument do you play?&lt;br /&gt;A wee bit Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family or friends?&lt;br /&gt;Family, they're my true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink coffee?&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your "comfy clothes"?&lt;br /&gt;Those shirts in my closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are in your family?&lt;br /&gt;Family for me includes everyone, grandparents, cousins, etc. So, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop or Laptop?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop for fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desktop for work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;This love is getting weakened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite hot drink?&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino/Latte/Frappucino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing Arts, Fine Arts, or Sports?&lt;br /&gt;Fine arts PWNS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand this question, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?&lt;br /&gt;1905?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you taking this interview?&lt;br /&gt;Because Winda tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hobbies do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Eek, should I count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes for a moment, who pops into your head?&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'm trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your perfect Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;I always sleep in on Sunday morning, and it's perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm emotionally ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;People, jokes, and sometimes, the laughter itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I'm not going to pretend I'm smart and understand this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your hero as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, judge me... Sailor Moon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an outdoor or an indoor person?&lt;br /&gt;Indoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 3 words would your best friend use to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ask them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;Excluding my family because I'll always admire them in some ways. Anberlin. They're just so, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Unwell, but happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What size shoes do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place to Eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Tei &amp;amp; Bread 'n Breakfast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?&lt;br /&gt;Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite Disney Films?&lt;br /&gt;I like all original Disney Films. But above all, Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;Because (insert answer here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you support Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Paris? Like Paris Hilton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Waldo?&lt;br /&gt;Shh, I can't tell! He's hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite element?&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last thought?&lt;br /&gt;Water, Earth, Air, Fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Banana own my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?&lt;br /&gt;Bad cough, a bad laugh made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be blind or deaf?&lt;br /&gt;Neither... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the spider or let it out?&lt;br /&gt;Let it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you shower every single day?&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest and say... No :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if Michael Jackson asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out and maybe be dead for like 60 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read Harry Potter books?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super human power what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Fly. I wouldn't choose reading minds because I've learnt that some things are better off unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had a beer in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite body part?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes and hands for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do on fridays?&lt;br /&gt;Not school ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song of all time?&lt;br /&gt;Of all time? A Whole New World. Well, what can I say? I love that song since I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fed up of all these questions?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of, this is loooong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Send this survey to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1102867307720471719?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1102867307720471719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1102867307720471719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1102867307720471719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1102867307720471719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/survey-tagged.html' title='Survey Tagged'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-801342277640551799</id><published>2009-01-03T22:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:14:26.228+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello you! &lt;div&gt;How's your third day in 2009? Mine's really well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see Bedtime Stories yesterday. Despite the fact that the theater was really, really cold, and I got the front row seat (which was totally fine if it was a concert), I loved it! That's what I call creativity. Talking of creativity, Winda and I went to a cd store today. Winda saw a cd by our local band and she said "This is what I call 'a lack of creativity." The background color is red. The band's name is written in blue using, I suppose, Lucida Grande (Open your ms. word) and the title used italic Century Gothic. The picture? There's no picture, except a silhouette. Yes, yes, very imaginative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main reason Winda and I met at Pondok Indah Mall was to work on our economics assignment. And here's the result of our 'work':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture1-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/Picture1-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we made 0 progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the past week, I've been listening to Anberlin, Blueprints For The Black Market. I now really believe that there's not even 1 song, ONE song, I didn't like. Zero, Nol, Nihil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to tell you that I'll be attending Australian Soundwave '09! Anberlin, Valencia, Forever The Sickest Kids, Bayside, and Say Anything? Big yes! All I have to do is wait for Taking Back Sunday and Every Avenue. Which I hope will be very soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Winz, you ARE right, God really did show me that he's not worth crushing. He is so not worth the time! He's a mess! Besides his good looks and you know what. But I'll keep writing for literature's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now in a position where I'm content with my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is not against me. It's helping me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-801342277640551799?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/801342277640551799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=801342277640551799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/801342277640551799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/801342277640551799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-in-2009.html' title='Living in 2009'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4290572779122833600</id><published>2009-01-01T00:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:01:01.863+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year 2009'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartantours.com/images/rp%20happy%20new%20year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://www.cartantours.com/images/rp%20happy%20new%20year.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this (and live around Asia/Australia, its 12:46 am), that means that you have made it to another year. 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, many things had happened in the last 365 pages of our book of life. The happy, the sad, the expected, and the unexpected. I trust it was for the best, maybe the bad times taught you something, maybe the good times made you appreciate life, maybe the expected made you thankful, and maybe the unexpected made you a lot closer to God. But, overall, it brought you to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the half year of 2008 is the highlight of the year. Graduating, and everything. I couldnt be anymore happier to graduate junior high, and went straight to college foundation. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of 2008 made me realize how important my family is. For some reason, when I started college, I became a lot closer with my mom and dad. Especially my mom. We did almost everything together, and I didnt mind at all. I went with my family on the weekend instead of my friends and I realized that they're the true ones I can count on. The problems my family faced this year seemed to brought us even closer than we've ever been. The trip to Yogyakarta (my grandfather's hometown) couldnt be any better. We're so proud of my family. and I can tell that they're too proud.&lt;br /&gt;It's very clear now that I really, really, really am going to miss them when I moved to Australia. The jokes, the chaos, and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just going to keep on praying that I will be ready to face whatever God has placed in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us, and HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVu3nC4tElI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NotJwRYTU0/s1600-h/DSC_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020469066895954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVu3nC4tElI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NotJwRYTU0/s320/DSC_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to yours... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edit: I found an old chat from an old friend, and he has a part of my year with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* says : the age difference never mattered once i grew to love you&lt;br /&gt;* says : i knew i could talk to you about anything&lt;br /&gt;* says : sometimes you realise that love is not to be taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;* says : mmwwaah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; read this, thank you very much, you have no idea how happy it was for me to know someone like you. If only you know I'm going to be so much closer to you now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4290572779122833600?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4290572779122833600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4290572779122833600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4290572779122833600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4290572779122833600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVu3nC4tElI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NotJwRYTU0/s72-c/DSC_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4755188263765418520</id><published>2008-12-31T01:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:22:49.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music list 2008'/><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>2008 has come to an end and this is my top 10 album of 2008 (and my favorite song off of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Surrender&lt;/span&gt;-Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Younglife&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We All Need A Reason To Believe&lt;/span&gt;-Valencia&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All At Once&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Morning Light&lt;/span&gt;-The Morning Light&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clouds&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shh, Just Go With It&lt;/span&gt;-Every Avenue&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take A Step Back&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shudder&lt;/span&gt;-Bayside&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Call To Arms&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underdog Alma Mater&lt;/span&gt;-Forever the Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Way She Moves&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skip School, Start Fights&lt;/span&gt;-Hit the Lights&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drop The Girl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fame&lt;/span&gt;-Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Dance&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;-Copeland&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Day I Lost My Voice(The Suitcase Song)&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Attention&lt;/span&gt;-Rookie Of The Year&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Attention&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='music'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2810059570470507170</id><published>2008-12-30T00:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:56:52.078+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This trip made me realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How important my family is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVoMWAH0MAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3l1xItfkCXs/s1600-h/DSC_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVoMWAH0MAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3l1xItfkCXs/s320/DSC_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285550684802134018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are my number 1.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2810059570470507170?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2810059570470507170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2810059570470507170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2810059570470507170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2810059570470507170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-trip-made-me-realize.html' title='This trip made me realize'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVoMWAH0MAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3l1xItfkCXs/s72-c/DSC_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8821587411976549463</id><published>2008-12-26T23:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:36:50.847+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the morning light'/><title type='text'>Well said</title><content type='html'>Oh my God... This town, it feels like a headache and all the words inside my mouth won't come through.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this pain in my head that I can't shake. When I remind myself I can't get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rained all day and I figured it out... I'm not the person that I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Washed away, please someone make me okay. Because I'm feeling like I might...&lt;br /&gt;Take today and make my way through the town, the streets, the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause some days, it seems like the clouds won't stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you change with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you letters but I forgot to mention that &lt;b&gt;I'm a wreck, I'm a mess, you're a stranger&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your face fade away&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8821587411976549463?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8821587411976549463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8821587411976549463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8821587411976549463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8821587411976549463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-said.html' title='Well said'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-447703094791315520</id><published>2008-12-25T21:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:20:05.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you a merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;MERRY&lt;wbr&gt; CHRIS&lt;wbr&gt;TMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;hope you(&lt;wbr&gt;will)&lt;wbr&gt; have/&lt;wbr&gt;had a wonde&lt;wbr&gt;rful day to day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a wonderful day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got everything on my wish list (excluding him), but that's really okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVOZGJRlWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zL1BRase1_A/s1600-h/800px-Soundwave_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVOZGJRlWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zL1BRase1_A/s320/800px-Soundwave_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735118683658690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVOZGDfAllI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WjICL5zB1bE/s1600-h/macbook-pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVOZGDfAllI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WjICL5zB1bE/s320/macbook-pro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735117129356882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have to keep myself up all night (7 hours) so I'll do a 2008 survey ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Was 2008 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;January through August, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite momen&lt;wbr&gt;t of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Graduation and my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your least&lt;wbr&gt; favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite momen&lt;wbr&gt;t of the year?&lt;br /&gt;hm hm hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with when 2008 began&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Cheras, Sisters, Uncle, Mom, and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your new years&lt;wbr&gt; resol&lt;wbr&gt;ution&lt;wbr&gt; of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a new years&lt;wbr&gt; resol&lt;wbr&gt;ution&lt;wbr&gt; for 2009?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but it started in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, with who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, do they know?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so... i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any new frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;a lot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite new frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds?&lt;br /&gt;every friend is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite month&lt;wbr&gt; of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Every month had its down times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you trave&lt;wbr&gt;l outsi&lt;wbr&gt;de of your country in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;Arab and Japan i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent state&lt;wbr&gt;s did you trave&lt;wbr&gt;l to in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose anybo&lt;wbr&gt;dy close&lt;wbr&gt; to you in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but not like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite movie&lt;wbr&gt; that you saw in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;north by northwest, blade runner, aliens.&lt;br /&gt;mick picked some good movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite song from 2008?&lt;br /&gt;anberlin, valencia, bayside, and the morning light's new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite conce&lt;wbr&gt;rt in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;surely NOT panic! at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you do a lot of drugs&lt;wbr&gt; in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing you are asham&lt;wbr&gt;ed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the worst&lt;wbr&gt; lie someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne told you in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you treat&lt;wbr&gt; someb&lt;wbr&gt;ody badly&lt;wbr&gt; in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;i surely hope not.&lt;br /&gt;or i probably didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someb&lt;wbr&gt;ody treat&lt;wbr&gt; you badly&lt;wbr&gt; in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but maybe they didnt mean it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money&lt;wbr&gt; did you spend&lt;wbr&gt; in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;my own money?&lt;br /&gt;not a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your proud&lt;wbr&gt;est momen&lt;wbr&gt;t of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;graduation! and getting into MIBT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most embar&lt;wbr&gt;rassi&lt;wbr&gt;ng momen&lt;wbr&gt;t of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;nothing came up to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt; go back in time to any momen&lt;wbr&gt;t of 2008 and chang&lt;wbr&gt;e somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing,&lt;wbr&gt; what would&lt;wbr&gt; it be?&lt;br /&gt;nope, not a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans&lt;wbr&gt; for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;move to Aussie and have a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-447703094791315520?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/447703094791315520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=447703094791315520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/447703094791315520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/447703094791315520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-you-merry-christmas.html' title='I wish you a merry Christmas!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SVOZGJRlWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zL1BRase1_A/s72-c/800px-Soundwave_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8794684338251868753</id><published>2008-12-24T00:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:19:03.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think....</title><content type='html'>this year's holiday is going to be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2004/posters/johnson_family_vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesthataregay.com/Johnson%20Family%20Vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 440px" alt="" src="http://moviesthataregay.com/Johnson%20Family%20Vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/17/this-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 440px" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/10/17/this-christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Johnson's Family Vacation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8794684338251868753?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8794684338251868753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8794684338251868753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8794684338251868753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8794684338251868753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think.html' title='i think....'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-511163908641298816</id><published>2008-12-22T23:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:58:40.087+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=104559373&amp;amp;albumID=2335304&amp;amp;imageID=35159651"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/7/3860658d32064b038bf3339dbf2f620a/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big big BIG love to my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sayap Ibu today and we played with the children! There's this little boy, couldnt be older than 4 years old, that instantly hugged me when i came into the room. He's just so cute! he followed me around every where and didnt want to let go! When I was about to go home, he climbed out of his bed and wanted to come! And when I said goodbye he kept shaking his head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go there tomorrow, again! I'm officially a volunteer there now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-511163908641298816?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/511163908641298816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=511163908641298816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/511163908641298816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/511163908641298816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3869922748929248251</id><published>2008-12-21T23:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:38:08.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you could help too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facelessinternational.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FACELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since tomorrow's mothers day... I'm planing to go to &lt;a href="http://www.sayapibujakarta.org/eng/enghome.php"&gt;Sayap Ibu&lt;/a&gt; (as I mentioned to you before, an organization for neglected children(&amp;amp;/orphans) to share the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3869922748929248251?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3869922748929248251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3869922748929248251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3869922748929248251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3869922748929248251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-you-could-help-too.html' title='Maybe you could help too?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-353174985635627352</id><published>2008-12-18T23:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:42:16.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When we all move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We'll go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To when there was no law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And we could love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Without a fear of change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With the courage of kings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoever likes twilight the movie, probably has a bad taste in movies or doesnt understand those things. And hell don't you try to be smart and say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's only a week away until Christmas! And the urge to do good deeds are greater than ever for me. I'm going to a place called&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sayapibujakarta.org/eng/enghome.php"&gt;Sayap Ibu&lt;/a&gt;, its an organization for neglected children. My mom once went there when she was in high school and wanted to adopt one of the children, but my grandma wouldnt let her. My motherly instinct (as Mick like to say) is on right now... I guess... hahaha. And for tomorrow (unfortunately, when I wrote this, it's already 12:05 am, so I'm going to say today) And for today, I'm going to the zoo with my cousins. I forgot to tell you in the previous post that even though I live 3 minutes away from the zoo, I've never been there. And now I'm excited! Observe mode: definitely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weekend... Winda and I are going to subtitle to watch some movies or search for some good movies to do an essay. If we have to critize a movie, not analyze it, I'll be sure to pick *coughtwilightcough*. And since I'm already free from school stuff, I have to make a list of activities for each day to make sure that I HAVE activities. Ideas will be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, I wish February will come sooner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-353174985635627352?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/353174985635627352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=353174985635627352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/353174985635627352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/353174985635627352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/1213.html' title='12:13'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2885323954559169554</id><published>2008-12-17T23:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:36:09.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>No lyrics for today... My eyes are sore and I think I'm ready to go to sleep. I just want to say a few words before I go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:11, make a wish. Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So by the way, school is OUT. I've done my business communication skills assignment, so I only have two assignments left to do! About the Mass Communication II assignment... I guess I'm going to pick The Road, which is based on a novel by Cormac Mccarthy. I don't know if I find another film to analyze.&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I planned a fun weekend for this week. Sleep over at my house and zoo in the morning! Seriously never been this excited, even though I live 3 minutes away from the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.. I so wish I could smack him on the head. Dude that would be freakin' sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2885323954559169554?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2885323954559169554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2885323954559169554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2885323954559169554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2885323954559169554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8245189063034125962</id><published>2008-12-16T21:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:44:20.432+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayside'/><title type='text'>Minus 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The fire used to burn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In your heart and in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You used to dream, you used to care, you used to love, you used to fight for anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You cover up your bedroom wall with who you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now you're afraid to be yourself, so you search the mall for something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You read magazines and watch MTV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You practiced it and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, your dressed to impressed but you look like a drag queen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 2 more classes and then school is OUT. Sadly, there's a three assignments that will haunt me this holiday. God bless, God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Winda and I talked about how horrible Crocs is. Their ugly design, uncomfortable rubber, and etc, etc. And then when we turned around we saw one of our classmates was actually WEARING one....in ORANGE.... can you imagine what that would look like? Uh huh, yeah, horrible! Winda told me that my other classmate was wearing one too, in blue... Some guys never learn.&lt;br /&gt;A good news is, the road trip to Yogyakarta is back on! So that will be my plan for Christmas! I hope you (who ever) read this, have a great Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8245189063034125962?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8245189063034125962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8245189063034125962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8245189063034125962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8245189063034125962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/minus-1.html' title='Minus 1'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5943482268991380398</id><published>2008-12-15T21:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:37:49.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And if I can sing this out loud, I'd scream it to the cloud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And everyone in this town will know what I'm about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rather die than feel this pain take me over again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its so hard to let you go.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, today was a cool day. I said cool not good.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Deandra&lt;br /&gt;I'm short on money UNLIKE a certain person who bought those expensive shoes that I could only buy a pair or two o.O hints: Cocky Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUaEllq4wlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NRewMtyVfqM/s1600-h/kjhb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUaEllq4wlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NRewMtyVfqM/s400/kjhb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053394440503890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a meaning behind all of those pictures (of course). The 1st picture includes Nathan Young of Anberlin, Adam Lazzara of Taking Back Sunday, Kyle Burns of Forever The Sickest Kids, Chris Kamrada from There For Tomorrow, Jasper, Cheese, and oh I dont know that other guy's name. They're all Dea's idols. I even searched for Adam Lazzara and Nathan Young's autograph! The second picture, I was in it! There's a picture of me and Dea and around us are, Nathan Young and Stephen Christian, Adam Lazzara and Matt Rubano, Kyle Burns and Jonathan cook, and oh I cant remember their names(??). So, it was always like that from the start... Those guys that I cant remember the name were the first one we ever liked. We were like a pair, just like them. We're inseparable! Well, not literally.&lt;br /&gt;I am Deandra's babysitter, although I'm younger than her. And I don't mind, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arti sent a text message to Thalita that made me a little bit sad, okay sad. She said she was sorry that she couldn't come to the last surprise party with me. I mean, its true... No more surprise party for me, gonna go to Aussie next February. This is why I hate good times sometimes. It makes it harder to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm rich and I don't wear cheap shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm popular and you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No, this is actually a sarcasm for, hints: Cocky Fool. Eveeeeeeeeerybody I know will definitely know what I mean by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5943482268991380398?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5943482268991380398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5943482268991380398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5943482268991380398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5943482268991380398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-15th.html' title='December 15th'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUaEllq4wlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NRewMtyVfqM/s72-c/kjhb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5652524127128171340</id><published>2008-12-14T01:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:28:17.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Scars Makes Better Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUP9bCOBA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2mqQfK4XWTY/s1600-h/DSC01865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUP9bCOBA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2mqQfK4XWTY/s200/DSC01865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279341829102306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I did it on purpose! This happened when my hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; the unfinished stairs in my house. I wouldn't cut myself like that, it hurts like HELL and I'm not pain's biggest fan.  The blood was more than that, and it was funny, I don't know, people always said that I'm too emo (because of my music, which is actually not really emo), and now this happened! Hahaha, I'm not emo though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5652524127128171340?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5652524127128171340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5652524127128171340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5652524127128171340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5652524127128171340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/bigger-scars-makes-better-stories.html' title='Bigger Scars Makes Better Stories'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SUP9bCOBA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2mqQfK4XWTY/s72-c/DSC01865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-872511579329672471</id><published>2008-12-12T22:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:00:03.848+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see what's ahead of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And all that's done and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a part of me that's dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nearly giving up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving up on you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I laughed so hard today and that could only mean one thing. I couldn't even think about it, but I know it will happen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my home stay friends, summer 2006, at fx around 10. It was fun, I missed them so much! We had a great time talking about what happened in Sydney and Canberra, and I guess I would give anything to go relive that moment.&lt;br /&gt;12, it was time to go to school and meet my 'beautiful' teacher plus his test, which wasn't so hard... if you studied :D And then.. at the computer lab, Winda and I didn't really pay attention to what the teacher told us to do.. We were too busy searching for some good restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;17, we went to Soeryo and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like today's a great day, and it is, really, but....... you know what happen if you laughed too hard right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-872511579329672471?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/872511579329672471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=872511579329672471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/872511579329672471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/872511579329672471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-see-whats-ahead-of-me.html' title='I can see what&apos;s ahead of me.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5991554711492845296</id><published>2008-12-10T19:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:37:11.543+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking back sunday'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3ULmXfsRUc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3ULmXfsRUc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5991554711492845296?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5991554711492845296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5991554711492845296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5991554711492845296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5991554711492845296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3477012615011709701</id><published>2008-12-10T07:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:16:35.332+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"          I know that I've been dancing around the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Whoa, you tell me what the hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; And I, I'm a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ittle bit agitated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; With a slight scent of denial"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one thing, stupid is not attractive. Nor is your face.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way, no way, I could secretly like you, no possible way.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only guy who has that name so, suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, those nights without sleeping, staying up late, and too much coffee, has damaged my kidney! My stomach really isn't my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;The good news...... It's almost christmas! Can you believe it? 2008 has went by so fast! I feel like it was just yesterday I started 9th grade! The tree is already up and shining on the 1st floor of my school, and it made me smile every time i stepped in!&lt;br /&gt;And on February 2009, I'm going to fly off to Australia and began my first year... wish me luck! Oh and I still need luck for Soundwave ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I continued watching North By Northwest, it's a good film, still I fell asleep, well that's just me! Hahaha. After that we watched a wee bit part of The Year Of Living Dangerously, which is a film about Indonesia in 1965. Mick said that Soekarno used to name every year, and he named 1965 as The Year Of Living Dangerously. I've never heard of that movie before, turned out it was banned. Indonesia didnt allow them to shoot in the country so they shoot it in the Philipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/ST_Aaavf62I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yVUc-u1hNT4/s1600-h/mel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/ST_Aaavf62I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yVUc-u1hNT4/s200/mel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278148848389188450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mel Gibson was in it. Dang, he was hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3477012615011709701?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3477012615011709701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3477012615011709701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3477012615011709701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3477012615011709701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-days-back.html' title='A few days back'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/ST_Aaavf62I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yVUc-u1hNT4/s72-c/mel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1224972788485363122</id><published>2008-12-09T00:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:28:32.322+07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:124</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If any do deeds of righteousness - be they male or female - and have faith, they will enter Heaven, and not the least injustice will be done to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1224972788485363122?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1224972788485363122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1224972788485363122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1224972788485363122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1224972788485363122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/4124.html' title='4:124'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7523956720604462195</id><published>2008-12-07T17:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:04:59.955+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the color fred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never shout never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='every avenue'/><title type='text'>Amazing Vocalist (Updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Stephen Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anberlin"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusE7sI1mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JyN4ArylXqA/s1600-h/m_b8f5a163fd2e16edc14c2bcd5968f784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusE7sI1mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JyN4ArylXqA/s200/m_b8f5a163fd2e16edc14c2bcd5968f784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000589136942690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Fred Mascherino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thecolorfred"&gt;The Color Fred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusE57nUvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u8x2AHA_EAE/s1600-h/2519129646_8c473ee697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusE57nUvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u8x2AHA_EAE/s200/2519129646_8c473ee697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000588664984306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. David Strachman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=1190466"&gt;Every Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFGhxtmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4JBn1Y6BYk/s1600-h/l_014c6bf3a0cf74094667f11a355a068f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFGhxtmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4JBn1Y6BYk/s200/l_014c6bf3a0cf74094667f11a355a068f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000592046274146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Christofer Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=43428902"&gt;NeverShoutNever!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFQYpknI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MUEwUTpYrW0/s1600-h/2979426588_c71a8d8350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFQYpknI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MUEwUTpYrW0/s200/2979426588_c71a8d8350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000594692346482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Shane Henderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=1736005"&gt;Valencia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFDTTWPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XYBh_A5j2zw/s1600-h/l_dec1176b06f049f28b99f39f55c1dba4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusFDTTWPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XYBh_A5j2zw/s200/l_dec1176b06f049f28b99f39f55c1dba4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000591180257522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7523956720604462195?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7523956720604462195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7523956720604462195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7523956720604462195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7523956720604462195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-vocalist-updated.html' title='Amazing Vocalist (Updated)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/STusE7sI1mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JyN4ArylXqA/s72-c/m_b8f5a163fd2e16edc14c2bcd5968f784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1463997718710072774</id><published>2008-12-07T15:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:49:16.615+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://winzblinks.blogspot.com/'/><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wish I could get into a car and be on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Driving and thinking, it seems that my mind works well when I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the motion carried me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to run away for awhile. Unfortunately, I really can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been translated+shortened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talk about (censored for every body's sake)'s last post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: He said that? What a show off.&lt;br /&gt;N: Yes. (talk about the exact post), I think I'm going crazy. All I know it's supposed to be a private thing.&lt;br /&gt;W: And still, you wait for a person like that?&lt;br /&gt;N: I'm so tired. What the hell is wrong with him??&lt;br /&gt;W: I think he made (censored for every body's sake), so he could talk about those things (that's possibly, mostly, bad). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe God wants to show you that he's not worth crushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeah, I'm sure God has his plan... Must I suffer this much? It's supposed to be a turn off, but noooooooope, curse my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;W: We're suppose to master ourselves, that's &lt;u&gt;your choice&lt;/u&gt; to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;N: Am I putting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too much&lt;/span&gt; faith in my prayers?&lt;br /&gt;W: What's the background of your prayers? Is that what YOU want or what GOD wants?&lt;br /&gt;N: I don't even know what God wants, it's too difficult for me to figure out. Hope, then no hope. I wish I could just run away.&lt;br /&gt;W: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What God wants is simply the best for His children, maybe at first, its not like what you hoped for, but in the end we're going to be amazed. Now change your prayers, not "God I want this and that to happen," but "God, I believe you love me and want the best for me, help me to be ready to accept whatever you give me."&lt;/span&gt; Good luck amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's and advice.&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...................... or I cant help you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2016158090902589664-1463997718710072774?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1463997718710072774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1463997718710072774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1463997718710072774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1463997718710072774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8568909933395695251</id><published>2008-12-05T22:07:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:31:19.983+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valencia'/><title type='text'>Dream or time travel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And if I try to turn my life back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its so hard cause I'm on a path I've never been down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've got to think that this might be the one way that I can go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love Valencia. I keep listening to them over and over again all week. I'm looking forward to this weekend because my friends are coming to my house. I missed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a question: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you had a dream about your past, something that you have experienced in the past. In that dream you know exactly what would happen, yet you cant do anything about it. You know that its your past and you know that it's not really happening (at that time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or you were there (in your past) and you can see yourself. The other you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know what would happen next, but you do. And again, you cant do anything about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, my question is.... what do you call it? Are you having a dream, or are you time-traveling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's time traveling but I'm not quite sure myself. If it happened like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; number two, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure that's a dream, because logically that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; happen, me watching me? It's impossible... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm curious to know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8568909933395695251?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8568909933395695251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8568909933395695251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8568909933395695251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8568909933395695251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-or-time-travel.html' title='Dream or time travel?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2125498972704495854</id><published>2008-12-03T22:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:41:04.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh some more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollar by dollar your soul get smaller"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is based on me &amp;amp; my friend's opinion. If you do not agree.. no need to be all mad, people have different opinion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, today winda, her sister, and I watched Twilight. Let me tell you, it's the funniest movie I've seen all week! I dont like the camera shots, not all of them but mostly. The background musics are tacky, and just plain funny. In my opinion, winda's too, they used too much close-up which is very similar to Indonesian soap opera. Dun dun dun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I laughed so hard when I saw Jasper's expression when he first met Bella. 'he just turned vegetarian.' hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;The wind effects, slow motion, and those other things made me lauuuuuuuugh, I seriously wouldnt consider this as a thriller, might as well be drama-comedy. My disappointment are mostly (like I've said before) edward and bella. Dont get me wrong, Robbert Pattinson is hot and dreamy and he did a very good job.. but i dont know, I just thought that Edward is going to be more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story line are flat, the only interesting and good part (in our opinion) was the fighting scene. and the only time I felt like ripping my heart out was when Edward tried to suck the venom out of bella's body, but couldn't stop. and it went back to flat again. I thank God i didnt have to sacrifice that much to watch this, especially watching it on Premier. oh so not worth the money. I'd rather continue watching North By North West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like Mass Communication class is getting into my brain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2125498972704495854?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2125498972704495854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2125498972704495854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2125498972704495854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2125498972704495854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/laugh-some-more.html' title='Laugh some more'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5974623088495520460</id><published>2008-12-02T07:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:32:26.530+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deas Vail'/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T0day's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is her addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is her fame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the place where she deals with the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the stars in her sky hold against the rain"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I'm on my school's public computer and waiting for my friends to show up. Well, a lot happen yesterday. We've been told that yesterday was Karl's last class, which was a HUGE bummer since that was the only reason me and my friends chose economics. We wanted to avoid her.... and now we got her for economics. Booooooooooooooo. Tomorrow I have a mid test for Business Communication Skills... Not a hard subject, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm sorry if this whole blog full of words makes you dizzy.. Well I'm just not stupid enough to take picture in every.single.thing that happened to me. And can you see that I'm trying to hold back my habit of using bad words such as (fuck, etc.)? Yeah that too.&lt;br /&gt;This topic came yesterday when Winda and I were discussing (censored for everybody's sake)'s blog. Which shows that he's a little bit stupid, self-centered, arrogant, etc etc. Hahaha. Sorry if it sounded mean, but its true. For the love of God! He is (censored for everybody's sake)! He make sooooooooooooongs, try to write a little bit more serious.. I know you're more than that. Even if that's not why you make that thing. But come on, a little literature wouldn't hurt right? a little intelligent wouldn't too. If you want to be all-fun all-play kinda thing, well go ahead don't do it 50:50. Make it a fun one, show everybody friendliness. Not that world of fame. Build an image. Destroy a bad image. Now, I'm looking forward to read your next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it I guess. I just remember I have a lab test today and I haven't studied a thing. Gotta go do a last minute study. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5974623088495520460?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5974623088495520460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5974623088495520460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5974623088495520460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5974623088495520460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7961300437636547990</id><published>2008-11-29T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:05:40.721+07:00</updated><title type='text'>official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;Font size="1"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Love is here&lt;br /&gt;Love is now&lt;br /&gt;Love is flowing from his hand, from his brow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is near&lt;br /&gt;It sattisfies&lt;br /&gt;Stream of mercy flowing from his side"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's offical! I've moved! But unfortunately, I still don't have an internet connection so I'm doing the updates from my phone. Not really comfortable.. I have tons of thing I want to write, but I guess later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7961300437636547990?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7961300437636547990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7961300437636547990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7961300437636547990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7961300437636547990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/official.html' title='official!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4754034910184390611</id><published>2008-11-28T15:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:58:12.892+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never shout never'/><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"In about one year you'll have it all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;These big city dreams are what you're about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Walking like strangers among these states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only time will tell how long I can wait&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It's still 3 pm but the sky's dark. I thought it's already 6 something. I've moved all my stuff. Took.15.boxes. I'll write later when I'm done unpacking these boxes. I need some good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I go.. lets do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fancorps.com/anberlin/click/18887%7C102145" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fancorps.com/anberlin/view/18887%7C102145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;night: Phew, I finished the unpacking all today! I was so tired and my mom ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; foods, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; yummy. Now I'm watching Get Smart and busy getting my feet to stop bleeding! I accidentally broke a glass and i guess i was careless enough to step on it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. but this is so cool i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; bleed in a long time! I guess I'll tell you about mom's new curse word.... "dork" yup! she used it. We were going to make a turn and the motorcycle did something wrong and my mom said "YOU DORK" I was like "what the..." and she said "well its nicer than shit." all i could do was nod my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woops&lt;/span&gt;, 5 minutes to midnight. I better watch nickelodeon. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4754034910184390611?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4754034910184390611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4754034910184390611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4754034910184390611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4754034910184390611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4220375121484863010</id><published>2008-11-27T20:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:20:09.669+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valencia'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"You've got me walking through the back door, back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hoping that I'll find you sitting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; You know that I will find you somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; And I better be well prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; To change the way that I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; This story's old but not complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I need that off-track set mind where everything is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; If I'm ever gonna meet you on the other side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy thanksgiving people! Have a wonderful thanksgiving with you family, or friends, or best friends, or old friends or long friends, or even enemies! Eat everything your mom cooks! because this is a special occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4220375121484863010?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4220375121484863010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4220375121484863010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4220375121484863010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4220375121484863010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1266175748147264852</id><published>2008-11-26T19:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:19:57.562+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shudder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are my sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copeland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayside'/><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's lyrics of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I just got home from my new house, cleaning up and putting stuff. So tired, but totally worth the energy. I got cramps from it too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way.. I'm in love with Bayside and Copeland's new album! You should check them out.. and buy. They're awesome! not like *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coughlakilakisukaperempuan&lt;/span&gt;* with their standard songs. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1266175748147264852?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1266175748147264852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1266175748147264852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1266175748147264852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1266175748147264852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodness.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7035270227839640528</id><published>2008-11-25T22:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:07:24.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin podcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative press'/><title type='text'>Oh,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! So &lt;a href="http://www.altpress.com/specials/podcastdownload/AP_Podcast_29_ANBERLIN.m4a"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is why they're my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They.are.amazing.no.doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: I'm just gonna quote a little some some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i've had people in the past that like talking on their cellphone and be smoking around the fans and like 'talk to me in a minute' and that's not the time and the place to take people for granted especially your own fans, the people that brought you to the show, paid your ticket, paying your per diem and getting you into your next show, that's the last person you ever want to be cocky to"&lt;/span&gt;-Stephen Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7035270227839640528?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7035270227839640528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7035270227839640528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7035270227839640528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7035270227839640528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_4349.html' title='Oh,'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5425207481374848362</id><published>2008-11-25T00:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:29:12.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5425207481374848362?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5425207481374848362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5425207481374848362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5425207481374848362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5425207481374848362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_25.html' title='?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5647512307501468045</id><published>2008-11-24T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:57:02.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>I miss her :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSrcySt3DMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jMmtcvGjIeg/s1600-h/l_5fa346521e39c61f0add4e7ae51f9ba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSrcySt3DMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jMmtcvGjIeg/s200/l_5fa346521e39c61f0add4e7ae51f9ba1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272269070366346434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5647512307501468045?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5647512307501468045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5647512307501468045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5647512307501468045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5647512307501468045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSrcySt3DMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jMmtcvGjIeg/s72-c/l_5fa346521e39c61f0add4e7ae51f9ba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1352837250849703975</id><published>2008-11-24T14:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:51:16.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonday</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I just watched This Christmas, and it's awesome! I can't believe I missed it last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics was fun today, its the same as usual no real lectures, it's just like free-time. One week before the mid test, I don't know how am i going to learn all of those chapters ^^ Oh another news, now since Karl (the teacher) just turned into a moslem.. he has a moslem name... Akbar. BooYay. By the way there's this tiny thing that happened to me that destroyed my last hours in school. Well, we (Me, Winda, Sasha, Erica, Michelle, Riska, and Karl) were sitting at the cafetaria watching TL's music video on mtv.. and as soon as the video was finished.. Guess what played after it? Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup, you guessed it *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;coughlakilakisukaperempuancough&lt;/span&gt;* I stormed out of the room, of course. And seriously, the hearbeats and all were freaking me out. I mean, I was so weak. When they came back to the class Winda said that Karl said "he's so white! he's pale!" etc, etc. Man, I should've been there! That would be hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough chit chat I'm starting to get dizzy again..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing for that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... Make a new&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; song&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE. and one that's trully amazing. not the one-kind rhythm kind of thing. I'd love to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Write something about me, that's interesting. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1352837250849703975?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1352837250849703975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1352837250849703975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1352837250849703975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1352837250849703975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/moonday.html' title='Moonday'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1469857505315433602</id><published>2008-11-23T23:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:59:11.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few words before I go to sleep.</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well, today was mom's birthday and i loved it. &lt;br /&gt;that's all I'm going to say for now.. This whole computer radiation is making me dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll write when I'm feeling absolutely better! which i hope is soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1469857505315433602?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1469857505315433602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1469857505315433602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1469857505315433602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1469857505315433602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-words-before-i-go-to-sleep.html' title='Few words before I go to sleep.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2431151415541272897</id><published>2008-11-22T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:22:05.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me!</title><content type='html'>Worse news.. I'm not getting better. Its all because of my Stupid stomache. I'll tell you the real name when I get a dictionary. Wee. I got dizzy just from typing on this shitty phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm watching Ariel 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2431151415541272897?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2431151415541272897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2431151415541272897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2431151415541272897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2431151415541272897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/save-me.html' title='Save me!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-145604342855030489</id><published>2008-11-21T22:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:04:11.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a dork.</title><content type='html'>Bad news :( I'm sick.. I haven't been sick since....... I don't know, few months. And I feel terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've just finished watching Christmas movies. And I cried... Hahaha, yes I did. I'm such a dork! I bought like 5 christmas movies to watch until christmas! I cant wait until December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-145604342855030489?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/145604342855030489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=145604342855030489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/145604342855030489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/145604342855030489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-such-dork.html' title='I&apos;m such a dork.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1808984022364002283</id><published>2008-11-20T23:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:30:44.679+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMzEZbMqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HNUpx_DF_zk/s1600-h/191720.4191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMzEZbMqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HNUpx_DF_zk/s200/191720.4191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773747888632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWQbbZHFcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/01QFxwGZ_T8/s1600-h/191720.5290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWQbbZHFcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/01QFxwGZ_T8/s200/191720.5290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777739790980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWM0OQfYWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b01niQsInN4/s1600-h/Photo+741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWM0OQfYWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b01niQsInN4/s200/Photo+741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773767715381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMz8IyK3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ole5I2O8Znw/s1600-h/l_6cc3e3f0e83f5a27680223cdee7df4cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMz8IyK3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ole5I2O8Znw/s200/l_6cc3e3f0e83f5a27680223cdee7df4cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773762851220338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMzs5AdqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nBJeRLNcxwQ/s1600-h/l_4f2b9c90bc2989b86cc4b23c7deb7020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMzs5AdqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nBJeRLNcxwQ/s200/l_4f2b9c90bc2989b86cc4b23c7deb7020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773758758516386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWQbIcS8mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uIAyh5yzJlY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWQbIcS8mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uIAyh5yzJlY/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777734704067170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWNlYZXG_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TvMtpyrAklQ/s1600-h/n586476765_1479484_3419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWNlYZXG_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TvMtpyrAklQ/s200/n586476765_1479484_3419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270774612250532850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWNluJ4hcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t6P4NR55Eok/s1600-h/l_b93c370acc739ced49d400787d80fc11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWNluJ4hcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t6P4NR55Eok/s200/l_b93c370acc739ced49d400787d80fc11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270774618091193794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When did we think that this would be easy?&lt;br /&gt;We must have been out of our minds&lt;br /&gt;We were holding so tight&lt;br /&gt;It just slipped through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let go"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1808984022364002283?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1808984022364002283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1808984022364002283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1808984022364002283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1808984022364002283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SSWMzEZbMqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HNUpx_DF_zk/s72-c/191720.4191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5806104352382362118</id><published>2008-11-20T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:27:28.437+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relation</title><content type='html'>Blah, it's only 2.12 pm but I'm already tired as hell! And I'm very, very hungry, I haven't had any breakfast or lunch. My stomach is on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done anything today, beside going to gym, so I'm going to talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So after I got back from Starbucks, Oakwood (just to sit and talk with Winda), my house seemed empty and quiet. I was about to go to my room when my mother called me, I looked in her room, but she wasn't there, I thought I was hallucinating, and my mother came out from my sister's room. Turns out she's playing computer games in my sister's room -.- and I joined her. Haha. we ended up playing a mystery hunt games for 3 hours, and had to stop because we're too dizzy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I went to Cilandak Town Square for some dinner. And convinced my dad to buy me a book and a christmas tree (like in my post before). I was quiet in the car because I got too carried away with my book. And my dad said "You're so quiet. Book it's like your pacifier, and you're the baby." And then my mom said "It's all our fault though, we bought her a set of books (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POLDI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;) when she was two." and they told me about how I always bring a book with me when I'm going to the toilet even though I can't read it and how I could remember every story that my mother read to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was all good, my parents should know I'll grow up to be a bookworm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5806104352382362118?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5806104352382362118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5806104352382362118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5806104352382362118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5806104352382362118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/relation.html' title='Relation'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6572694529469157926</id><published>2008-11-19T21:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:00:16.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The goodness shines.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I cant believe it's only a month (plus a few days) until christmas! I'm so excited! I just got back from Ace Hardware and saw all the pretty christmas trees and silly looking Santa's. I made my dad promised to buy me a mini (or if I'm lucky the medium) christmas tree to put in our new house. I cant wait to move! My mom and dad said that we could move this Sunday. But, I really doubt that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this post, but 1 thing I want to say to you-know-who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"if I saw you at that time, I'm going to think, 'damn, he's going to be super arrogant.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6572694529469157926?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6572694529469157926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6572694529469157926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6572694529469157926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6572694529469157926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodness-shines.html' title='The goodness shines.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4138915635353754385</id><published>2008-11-18T19:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:09:19.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is what you make of it&lt;br /&gt;So make your faults, wonder what we could bend&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on all of this,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know I made the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saving my rest for the grave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Take A Step Back; Every Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4138915635353754385?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4138915635353754385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4138915635353754385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4138915635353754385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4138915635353754385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1259693267700807533</id><published>2008-11-18T01:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:20:33.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep, again, no wonder, of course. Maybe I should stay in a car because I'll fall asleep easier. All the motion and sounds always makes me so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had dinner. Which is sad because I'm now starving. And there's no yogurt left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my old posts and realized I had the best time in August, and since September, my life went down-hill. So I rewind my memories trying to find the reason I'm totally happy, and that's my friend, because I prayed almost everyday. Yup, that's true, come to think of it, I was a really good girl. And I didn't sleep at night, which is how I like it. I fell asleep at 1 pm, woke up at 12 am, and fall asleep again sometimes in the pm. And I really liked it that way, I have more energy if I didn't sleep. It's crazy, but it's true. Mom thought I was consuming way too much coffee and that was the thing that kept me up and running. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's something really, really, really important I need to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;MJ needs a surgery. 3 surgeries. :(&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in his back and both of his armpits. (I feel like laughing). And I need to perform an emergency surgery to sew the holes back up. Unfortunately, my sewing skills are not that good, bad actually. My mom once told me, that I was (_) this close for not GRADUATING PRE-K. Hahahahahahhahaha, that's because my sewing skills were a mess! I hope my mom was making that stuff up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1259693267700807533?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1259693267700807533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1259693267700807533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1259693267700807533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1259693267700807533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/forget-tomorrow.html' title='Forget tomorrow.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3942225499643914440</id><published>2008-11-17T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:15:36.801+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANSWER THE QUESTIONS BELOW, DO A GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH WITH YOUR ANSWER, TAKE A PICTURE FROM THE 1ST PAGE OF RESULTS, DO IT WITH MINIMAL WORDS OF EXPLANATION &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The Age You'll Be On Your Next Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/sesame/coloring/images/16_telly.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://pbskids.org/sesame/coloring/images/16_telly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place You Want To Travel To&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.worldexecutive.com/cityguides/pics/boston/boston_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your Favorite Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://donnaisra.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/home-sweet-home.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Home is anywhere our family is together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your FavoriteFood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whatscookingamerica.net/Q-A/PerfectMashedPotatoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mashed potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your Favorite Pet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/puppies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Puppies Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm273/m-m-m_2008/puppies-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;puppies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Favorite Color Combination &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vener-art.com/Articles/black-purple-blue-whirlpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blue and purple!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Favorite Piece Of Clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrcloud.com/images/wonka%20chestnut%20T-shirt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mrcloud.com/images/wonka%20chestnut%20T-shirt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your All Time Favorite Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SAG/KT065~When-You-Wish-Upon-a-Star-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SAG/KT065~When-You-Wish-Upon-a-Star-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite TV Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.seenon.com/files/imported/ugly-betty-cast-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. First Name of Your Significant Other / Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writespirit.net/inspirational_talks/political/martin_luther_king_talks/martin-luther-king2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.writespirit.net/inspirational_talks/political/martin_luther_king_talks/martin-luther-king2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Which Town Do You Live In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://faridfadhlan.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/jakarta212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://faridfadhlan.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/jakarta212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your Screen / Nickname&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mrs-johnson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mrs-johnson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nadyae.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="nadya.e" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/nadyae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Your First Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/None.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/None.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your Dream Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://events-tent.com/Event%20Planning%20Checklist_files/event.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://events-tent.com/Event%20Planning%20Checklist_files/event.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. One Bad Habit That You Have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://timrileylive.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/laziness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://timrileylive.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/laziness1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Worst Fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://healmenow.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/hell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://healmenow.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/hell2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Things You'd Like To Do Before Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a337/hensimbol/Kaos/couple/married.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a337/hensimbol/Kaos/couple/married.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/happy-face-istock-456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/happy-face-istock-456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. The First Thing You'll Buy If You Get $1,000,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.i.f.tsatic.net/_core/placeholder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Australian Soundwave '09 Ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;MIBT's tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;Accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3942225499643914440?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3942225499643914440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3942225499643914440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3942225499643914440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3942225499643914440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/re-do.html' title='Re-do'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6070939818100312894</id><published>2008-11-17T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:13:40.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A (very) fatal mistake.</title><content type='html'>My, oh my, I've been so careless I forgot what I posted here months and months ago. Damn. I should check these things more often. As you may, or may not, notice there's two posts missing. I'm sure you don't notice, but yes I've deleted two posts that I regret posting. But there's one I'm going to re-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very interesting day... Economic was great! No, it's not because I understand the subject, I still don't.. But, I don't know, its just fun. Karl's class always turns out to be fun. Especially marketing in last semester. Man, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers tight for tomorrow's presentation!&lt;br /&gt;I actually have something meaningful to say.... But........ I can't remember it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6070939818100312894?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6070939818100312894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6070939818100312894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6070939818100312894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6070939818100312894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-fatal-mistake.html' title='A (very) fatal mistake.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2705975879530664212</id><published>2008-11-16T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:56:44.162+07:00</updated><title type='text'>statement.</title><content type='html'>I'm not all ears. I have mouth too.&lt;br /&gt;And just like any other mouth, it wants to be listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2705975879530664212?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2705975879530664212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2705975879530664212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2705975879530664212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2705975879530664212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/statement.html' title='statement.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-254570057158517357</id><published>2008-11-16T20:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:23:12.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad there's school.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, the title... that's the truth. I've never been this glad to go to school and see the lecturer talking on and on and on.  And surprisingly, I can't wait until morning comes and go to Economics. No matter how shitty that subject could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend? Well, yesterday was amazing! I had so much fun! But for today, err, not so much. I spent all night &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:78%;" &gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;, and when I wake up which was at 1.15 pm, I was still tired. Obviously, I can't go back to sleep, because well.. that's unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I want to ask (cough, cough), what they think their '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;followers&lt;/span&gt;' like best, their face, or their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;? On my opinion and tiny research, they love your f.a.c.e best :) sorry to say, but your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; are hella standard. Oh and try to screw your faces. Lets just see how they react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-254570057158517357?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/254570057158517357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=254570057158517357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/254570057158517357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/254570057158517357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-glad-theres-school.html' title='I&apos;m glad there&apos;s school.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4357723418858826939</id><published>2008-11-14T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:53:23.779+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag tag tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Random Facts About Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey, this will bore you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I'm hidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can count the people that trully know the real me and I show them the real me with my two hands. Why? Because... I tend to please people. I often said things they want to hear, not what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I'm addicted to the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is in no way healthy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I'm a bookworm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read, read, read, read, read. Thats what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I'm a dreamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody will probably know this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I love coffee and dunkin donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please note this, I love dunkin donuts, and dunkin donuts only.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I'm pretty obsessed with Anberlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure you all could see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I really want to go to Boston University and take a degree in Fine Arts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm working on media and communication now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I have a pretty active imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hellayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I want to have my own library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know if its possible, but I really want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. I'm in love with Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag Winda &amp;amp; Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this homework had their own rules.&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post this rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogger that are tagged need to write about their own blog about their ten things and post. these rules . You need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to live them a comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4357723418858826939?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4357723418858826939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4357723418858826939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4357723418858826939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4357723418858826939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-tag-tag.html' title='Tag tag tag'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1478908735602115953</id><published>2008-11-13T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:19:54.505+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I'm not looking forward to Twilight.</title><content type='html'>Yup, the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer waiting for Twilight the movie. When I first saw the first trailer, I thought it was amazing, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; cannot wait for it to come out. But, after more and more clips from the movie. I thought it was going to be oh-so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to make a 300-something pages into a 2 hour movie, but, hey, that's why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not 'looking forward' to it.&lt;br /&gt;My disappointment is mostly on Edward and Bella. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, they are great actors, but I just thought that Edward is more colder than that, more cynics, and more well, hard. and Bella, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know... I just thought she's going to be more.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I make these judgement from clips I saw on YouTube. I haven't watch the actual film. I hope I'll change my mind, because I'm such a big fan on the &lt;u&gt;books.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1478908735602115953?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1478908735602115953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1478908735602115953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1478908735602115953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1478908735602115953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-im-not-looking-forward-to.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m not looking forward to Twilight.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-9033823694731780131</id><published>2008-11-13T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:41:02.407+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seek comfort in tv.</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well, I just watched 5 Spongebob's new episode! I&lt;strong&gt; LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; them. Watching Spongebob made me miss Nickelodeon so much. 'Thanks' to the cable company, I now dont have cable. Weeee, screw you. Oh, and I want more Ugly Betty episodes. I somehow love Ugly Betty more than Heroes or Gossip Girl. First, I think Gossip Girl is getting more and more boring. Same drama only different people and kind of predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Change topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I just found out that my new house is only 10 minutes away from Dunkin Donuts!!!!! Yeaaaaaah. I'm going to buy lemon sprinkle every day. every day. everyday.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had the craziest thought today.. I want to be a tour guide. Hahahaha. Seriously. Maybe it's because I love to talk, I love telling people something, and what the heck, I love history. So maybe, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;, if you happen to be from outside Indonesia and want to come Jakarta sometime soon, tell me! I would be more than glad to show you around my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I posted new songs here. Whoever listens to it... Do you like it? I personally love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've reached the end of my post for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-9033823694731780131?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/9033823694731780131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=9033823694731780131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/9033823694731780131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/9033823694731780131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-seek-comfort-in-tv.html' title='I seek comfort in tv.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6091807787201150911</id><published>2008-11-12T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:39:32.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>conclusion of the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3782.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/IMG_3782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_64c2df10d5e141a1ae99c5dc43e57397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 463px" height="468" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/l_64c2df10d5e141a1ae99c5dc43e57397.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_62ef7e498275f3205f139d9154821c0d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 535px" height="894" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/l_62ef7e498275f3205f139d9154821c0d.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarities? all in a band. all handle the voc duties.&lt;br /&gt;haha have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6091807787201150911?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6091807787201150911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6091807787201150911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6091807787201150911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6091807787201150911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/conclusion-of-day.html' title='conclusion of the day:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7005024024811012924</id><published>2008-11-12T12:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:39:37.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear..</title><content type='html'>As usual.. I fell asleep in my media class, its not that I don't like it, really its my favorite subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I feel terribly scared right now. I'm turning into a paronia. I couldn't exactly tell why, I guess there's a lot of things going on in my mind. And the worst part is: I become easily tired because of all the fast heartbeat and the worries in me. I wish I know how to calm myself. Hah. New goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this (_) close to forgetting him, to ignore the feelings I have for him. AND its like he's back. So, the point is he IS back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;And you too, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7005024024811012924?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7005024024811012924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7005024024811012924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7005024024811012924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7005024024811012924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear..'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1288246085827760824</id><published>2008-11-11T23:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:52:45.428+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And if I was brave.</title><content type='html'>There's not much to say about today.&lt;br /&gt;Although I've finished my essay! Oh hell yeah! By the way, I'm going to have a test tomorrow about camera angle shots and such, and I lost my list. Congratulation to me, right? Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the book I told you yesterday.. It.is.amazing. Really. The whole time I read it, I feel like I'm not reading somebody's book. I feel like I was Sam, I mean, it felt like Daniel (the author) was telling me about life, and love, and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give it to my mom and dad, but I know they wouldn't read it because they dont like to read. It's true, they said it themselves. I guess I'm going to read it all over again. and that's how amazing the book is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left this for 45 minutes! I dont know why I typed that.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to end the post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1288246085827760824?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1288246085827760824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1288246085827760824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1288246085827760824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1288246085827760824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-if-i-was-brave.html' title='And if I was brave.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6688217535261578117</id><published>2008-11-10T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:43:10.698+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote came to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I really believe the world might be a safer place if everyone who felt vulnerable wore flashers that said, 'I have a problem and I'm doing the best I can.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's coming from a book I'm reading called Letters To Sam. I chose that book because the saying on the cover caught my attention. It says &lt;em&gt;'A Grandfather's lessons on&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; loss&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;the gifts of life&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;/em&gt; That was enough to make me put down the rest of my magazine and bought this book. And so far, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, nothing exciting happened these last few days. No surprises. No nothing. My mood was.. terrible. I have an essay due in wednesday and I havent write a word. In days like those, I really wish I'll move to Melbourne tomorrow. Despite all the things I'll miss.&lt;br /&gt;I am oh-so-very lazy, although I go to the gym 3 times a week. A lot more than before. Well, there's some good news too. First, my computing scores are not bad at all! So I have something to be proud of. No class for tomorrow. And a week closer to my new home!&lt;br /&gt;But there's this one thing I need help with and its called e.c.o.n.o.m.i.c.s; I have no idea, NO idea what Karl was talking about and I have no idea how am I going to learn all of those for the final exam. I'm just crossing my fingers and pray to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6688217535261578117?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6688217535261578117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6688217535261578117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6688217535261578117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6688217535261578117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-came-to-me.html' title='A quote came to me'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3236707763657626816</id><published>2008-11-08T22:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:01:13.185+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tag from Winda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERY FIVE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rules to fill this are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) You own a blog where you're gonna post this to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) You currently feel bored,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) You won't skip any question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) You're alive (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!), and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) You're gonna send this to 5 friends to fill these up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, describe the current you in 5 words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so very very worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things you love about life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 famous people you'd love to meet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McAvoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephen Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rubano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Morrisey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 movies you love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sound Of Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lion King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escape From Huang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 professions you'd love to have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Designer (Not Fashion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Editor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 best authors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephanie Meyers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J.K Rowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 inspirations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephen Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 favorite stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things you hate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrogance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lizards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 favorite places:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coffee Shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bookstores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 girls/guys you are currently liking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you probably wont believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or take me seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 favorite people to chat with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversation with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things you wanna improve more about yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Mature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less Sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to over-think something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live in reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Control over my emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things you would take to a deserted island:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that never ever die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (doll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he wouldn't hurt. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 places you wanna visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New York City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scotland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;North/South Pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things you really want:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iSofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Macbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dolphin Mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 songs make you cry most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hero/Heroine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories Of You - Ryan Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopeless Case - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Varnadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 impossible dreams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rule the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch the bottom of the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet him tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the world from 'above'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 dreams in the future:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graduate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MIBT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Deakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to Boston University&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be a wife and a mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a job I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, send this to 5 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3236707763657626816?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3236707763657626816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3236707763657626816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3236707763657626816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3236707763657626816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-from-winda.html' title='A tag from Winda'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5164157461108289524</id><published>2008-11-07T17:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:13:35.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20or%20funny%20pictures" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 184px;" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u92/pinkeyshah20f/002.jpg" alt="funny pictures Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5164157461108289524?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5164157461108289524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5164157461108289524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5164157461108289524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5164157461108289524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='me:'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7743725183996838805</id><published>2008-11-05T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:02:46.717+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes crazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy shoes.</title><content type='html'>I dont think I can 'rock' these, but what the hell, a girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foreveramber.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/11/alexandermcqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 344px;" src="http://foreveramber.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/11/alexandermcqueen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SRG1ea-Hl9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ktjn5vgsL94/s1600-h/orig-5254401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SRG1ea-Hl9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ktjn5vgsL94/s320/orig-5254401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188973613389778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SRG1eA8BSAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MbCGNziNTkk/s1600-h/dior-shoes-resort-2008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SRG1eA8BSAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MbCGNziNTkk/s320/dior-shoes-resort-2008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188966625265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.saksfifthavenue.com/images/products/04/682/3338/0468233380502/0468233380502_275x275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://images.saksfifthavenue.com/images/products/04/682/3338/0468233380502/0468233380502_275x275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/celticqueenmegumi/sugoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 700px;" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/celticqueenmegumi/sugoi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elitefeet.longislandwiki.com/images/marc_jacobs_08_front_heel_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://elitefeet.longislandwiki.com/images/marc_jacobs_08_front_heel_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0009STTM8.01-AR373XMRX7VJ1._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0009STTM8.01-AR373XMRX7VJ1._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.banquetevent.com/wedding/misc/bande/uploaded_images/stevemadden_shoes-783861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.banquetevent.com/wedding/misc/bande/uploaded_images/stevemadden_shoes-783861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7743725183996838805?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7743725183996838805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7743725183996838805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7743725183996838805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7743725183996838805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-shoes.html' title='Crazy shoes.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SRG1ea-Hl9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ktjn5vgsL94/s72-c/orig-5254401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-479437070934431902</id><published>2008-11-01T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:38:06.695+07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst</title><content type='html'>1st of November wasnt such a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt tell anybody, because they wont care. I know they wont. Except maybe Winda because she knew how it felt and usually her words help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now that holding your breath calms you. well me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish my heart could just get out of my body and beats on its own. im effing tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-479437070934431902?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/479437070934431902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=479437070934431902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/479437070934431902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/479437070934431902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst.html' title='worst'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7956761499357544411</id><published>2008-10-26T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:05:52.308+07:00</updated><title type='text'>doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SQRcwCK6oWI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uqu_K3RUJk8/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261432244961714530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SQRcwCK6oWI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uqu_K3RUJk8/s400/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SQRcv4kB_-I/AAAAAAAAADg/za0Rgk1DDXI/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261432242382700514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SQRcv4kB_-I/AAAAAAAAADg/za0Rgk1DDXI/s400/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new friend. i dont care how shitty i look here! that boy is sooooooooooo cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I dont even know his name..... ahhahaha love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7956761499357544411?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7956761499357544411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7956761499357544411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7956761499357544411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7956761499357544411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/doll.html' title='doll'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SQRcwCK6oWI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uqu_K3RUJk8/s72-c/DSC00400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-879143400409484544</id><published>2008-10-26T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:25:25.785+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Bali.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;routines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Economics.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy as f.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-879143400409484544?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/879143400409484544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=879143400409484544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/879143400409484544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/879143400409484544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4145002427846904135</id><published>2008-10-24T00:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:51:39.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not be surprised if your road to romance takes a little bit of a detour today -- but you cannot let yourself become disheartened about it. Just roll with it. The changes you will be going through over the next several days will be for the best, no matter how icky they feel at the time. Stay hopeful and stay cheerful. The image you project to the outside world will eventually come back to you and give you a genuine feeling of joyous and positive emotions.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;10/24/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Bali tomorrow morning. First flight. I'm looking forward to this trip, although it's only for 3 days but at least I get to get away from Jakarta's chaos. Almira and I promised that we will not talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt; for as long as this trip lasts. I hope it helps a little. As you all know, I need rehab. But not like drugs or alcohol rehab.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I dont feel like writing. I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, I've been reading this book called 'Wasted'. I'm a little bit scared when I read it, because I can't imagine someone actually went through those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The next book : The Glass Castle (if i'm not mistaken)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4145002427846904135?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4145002427846904135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4145002427846904135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4145002427846904135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4145002427846904135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresh-air.html' title='fresh air'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4111321911713222215</id><published>2008-10-22T21:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:41:35.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy semester</title><content type='html'>Oh I'm so used to last semester's friends and schedule, I hate this semester. I wish it could go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that disappointed me : The fact that MWB seperated Nanad, Nita and I with Sasha and Winda and Santi. And the fact that we couldnt trade days.&lt;br /&gt;Second : the fact that John wont be teaching Communication Skills.&lt;br /&gt;Third : I have two classes in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth : No more Rachel, Annora, and Arlene :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Fifth : I'm damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4111321911713222215?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4111321911713222215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4111321911713222215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4111321911713222215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4111321911713222215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/crappy-semester.html' title='Crappy semester'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6572839894353167437</id><published>2008-10-20T00:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:00:05.399+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrological'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taurus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>astrological</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;No one can intimidate or manipulate you, today -- you will be content to stay on your own path and stick to your own plan. The folks who seem to be trying so hard to get you to change your mind and do things their way don't seem to be very happy. So why do they think they know what they are talking about? You are the person who is best suited to being in charge of your life, and you should feel free to tell anyone that. It's a great way to get the naggers off your back!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, what a great way to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy 16th Birthday to Cheras Sjarfi my lovely aunt ;) and happy birthday to Kerri too :) (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish tomorrow's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for today (it's 1 am) Happy birthday to Amelie and Rosalie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6572839894353167437?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6572839894353167437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6572839894353167437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6572839894353167437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6572839894353167437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/astrological.html' title='astrological'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7127031976535600128</id><published>2008-10-19T02:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:08:03.491+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down under'/><title type='text'>3:08 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people of earth and maybe other galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've been thinking... we know exactly that we exist right here on this planet earth, right? But teachers said that in this whole wide world there's other galaxy other than this. Maybe under the name of 'ajfnbqofnbaoncklalca' or 'jfibsdbfksnaklfcdna' that's located 186230548513 miles away from the milky way. What if there's another species like human on the other planet of the other galaxy? Do they know our existence here on earth? Or is it still a mystery to them as is it for us? Do they look like us? Do they talk and walk and move like us? Do they have internet? Can they type? Do they read books? I have thousands of question I've been dying to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I want to tell you about my day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 3 pm or was it 3.30? anyway, I woke up and found out that nobody was home. Yes, I was pissed. I cant remember if I then watched Bring It On or Hating Alison Ashley today, because I did the exact same thing yesterday and I get the movie mixed up in my head, haha, anyway, after long hours of doing nothing and eating nothing because unfortunately no food interests me, I went back to my room with the light still turned off, raised the volume of my iTunes and laid back. Suddenly, my mom came home, burst in to my room and turned off the speaker and said 'you dont live in your own world. stop listening to the music that loud.' I dont know why but it pisses me off. Like winda said 'what A MOM.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my hair color today, nothing too fancy, just a lighter brown that's all, you can't really see it. October wasn't that great, but at least it's better than September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, the song 'Down Under' just played! I love that song! I went to Sydney last summer and went to UEC for two weeks, and on the end of the lectures, the teacher taught us that song! I ended up remembering all the words and download it, hahahaha. What a memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I ran out of words. So see you!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7127031976535600128?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7127031976535600128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7127031976535600128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7127031976535600128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7127031976535600128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-people-of-earth-and-maybe-other.html' title='3:08 AM'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-5189117404434808136</id><published>2008-10-15T00:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:41:02.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chery on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0brpb92CJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0brpb92CJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGv4tfL8660&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGv4tfL8660&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anberlin + tbs = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-5189117404434808136?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5189117404434808136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=5189117404434808136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5189117404434808136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/5189117404434808136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/chery-on-top.html' title='chery on top'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7807212043949077239</id><published>2008-10-14T00:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:00:55.933+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, my brain didnt want to go to sleep just yet. I'm wide awake even though my lights are off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few minutes ago, I was wondering. Did &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;, the one who should remain nameless, ever read this blog? If yes, did he realize it was about him? If yes, was he disappointed? angry? sad? happy? excited? I will never know. Will I? And after I know it, and lets say he was angry, should I delete the whole thing, although it's my feelings? Or if he was happy, should I keep making those posts, so he could be happy all the time, because I love him and want him to be happy? What if he doesnt care? What if he does care? Too many questions are swimming inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I'm scared. I'm scared that God will give me an opportunity to meet him as&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fans&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;celebrity&lt;/span&gt;. I will not be ready. I'm going to look pretty darn stupid. I'm scared and I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're reading this blog and realize it's for you, well- how are you? Is everything okay? Are you happy? Am I bothering you?- See too many questions, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, this is a boring subject for some people, maybe they'll say 'Get over it already.' or 'please, you're overreacting.' or 'just forget him already' or maybe even, 'stupid girl.' well, I dont expect to you to read, or understand this, or help me (although I'll really appriciate your help). But, this is what's going on inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is the closest thing to magic." Is it true? Sometimes I believe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is such a confusing thing to think about. It's crazy to think why I even love him. I cant even put it down to words. He might not believe it. People might not believe it. But, really, I'm not the one who feel and deal with all of this, you cant just say 'you're exaggerating' or 'it's not love. You' dont really love him' when I know exactly what I'm feeling. I never lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another question comes in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you believe in dreams comes true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do. But it doesnt come from a fairy god mother who saves you when your step sisters ruin your dress and ruin your chance to meet your 'prince charming.' or a wishing well full with pennys. But from God. Anything God wants to happen, happen. It's easy as one, two, three, for God to make things happen. Even if he wants to end the world right now, he can. So, why give up? Even if there's no wishing well, or there's no falling stars, or fairy godmother, the magic of God still exists, right? That's why I dare to dream big and keep believing in it. And I think you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really can't believe I just write all of this at 1:59 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7807212043949077239?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7807212043949077239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7807212043949077239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7807212043949077239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7807212043949077239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-2841997961816651911</id><published>2008-10-13T23:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:19:32.791+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lilttle some some</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi guys, in case you're wondering, I'm not dead yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to enjoy my days off, which I obviously cant. Tons of things to do, such as, taking my dog to the vet, checking the new house, packing stuff, do some bank stuff, and gym/yoga (i cant believe my mother sign me up). I haven't unpack my things from Japan. They're still piling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will, I repeat WILL write about my trip to Japan. I don't know when, but I will. Trust me. I have a lot of things in my mind right now, and I think it's ready to explode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something weird happened to me. My heartbeat wont slow down, it's like a  sign or something. At first I thought it was about my final result which turns out fine. But, my heart is beating faster. Oh I hope this is not a sign of something bad is going to happen. And all day today, when I saw food, I immediately want to throw up. I dont know whats wrong with me. I cant even think about food, gave me headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still having a jet lag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sleepy, it's only 11:19 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's 1:19 am in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So. see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-2841997961816651911?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2841997961816651911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=2841997961816651911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2841997961816651911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/2841997961816651911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/lilttle-some-some.html' title='a lilttle some some'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1130371547420509059</id><published>2008-10-10T22:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:00:17.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry! i'm going to be out for maybe two, three, four days?&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently enjoying my day off before i have to start semester two! ecomics here i come! baahh. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm not going to write a lot, but stay tune for my trip to Japan! it was amazing, tons of photos! or maybe i'll just gonna make those photo blog? hmm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1130371547420509059?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1130371547420509059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1130371547420509059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1130371547420509059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1130371547420509059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/apology.html' title='apology'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7536776225372866828</id><published>2008-10-02T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:15:16.912+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>2 kill time</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm now in Changi Airport, Singapore. Waiting for my plane thats going to fly me to Osaka, Japan. The plane leaves at 1.10 am (singapore time) and I dont know what I should do until that time. So here I am on a public computer that doesnt have chair (so i'm standing up right now) and have only 12 minutes left to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book today, a few hours ago, the title is 'Can Robot be Human?' if i'm not mistaken. It's a good book. and I just finished reading 'the perks of being a wallflower'. i liked it too. so, i kinda brought 4 books with me right now, yeah, i'm a bookworm, that's a good thing though, right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to this trip. I seriously couldnt wait to get out of jakarta, not that i hate it but really, i'm bored and want to go someplace new and here i am going to japan. yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;first day is going to be universal studio, yup, straight from the airport, so i better get lots and lots of sleep. 5 hours from here to japan, hmmm, i think i can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;the last two days will be disney land and disney world...... i dont know about you, but i love that place. seriously, its like i'm in a totally different world! i've been to disney land anaheim and disney land hong kong and this will be my first time in disney land tokyo, im so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pictures as soon as i get home and put it on the computer and not too lazy to upload it ;)&lt;br /&gt;so excited.&lt;br /&gt;well............ it's already 12:12 maybe i better go to the waiting room now..... or maybe i'll write for another minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh i miss my friends both jhs and college's friends.... i want to meet everybody! especially nadya, winda, and sasha, weeeeee, we've known each other for like 6 months? and im already used to you guys hahahaha. miss you!&lt;br /&gt;and i also miss my thalita, dea,mahy,arti, and anin&lt;br /&gt;we used to hang out together on holidays like this. mmhhmm, make sure we meet when i get back!&lt;br /&gt;okay, the annoucement lady just say something about my flight so maybe i should go now. haaahha. bye ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7536776225372866828?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7536776225372866828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7536776225372866828' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><title type='text'>new surrender is finally out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fancorps.com/anberlin/click/17894|102145" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fancorps.com/anberlin/view/17894|102145.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/2016158090902589664-3399294668170242768?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3399294668170242768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3399294668170242768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3399294668170242768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3399294668170242768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-surrender-is-finally-out.html' title='new surrender is finally out!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6641362171479285594</id><published>2008-09-29T06:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:35:37.782+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domo kun'/><title type='text'>give me this and i'll love you forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SOATX5mRAbI/AAAAAAAAADY/qeWX_yFxghg/s1600-h/iPod_Domo_by_iReap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SOATX5mRAbI/AAAAAAAAADY/qeWX_yFxghg/s400/iPod_Domo_by_iReap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251218466833236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6641362171479285594?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6641362171479285594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6641362171479285594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6641362171479285594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6641362171479285594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-me-this-and-ill-love-you-forever.html' title='give me this and i&apos;ll love you forever'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SOATX5mRAbI/AAAAAAAAADY/qeWX_yFxghg/s72-c/iPod_Domo_by_iReap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-757775159154907540</id><published>2008-09-27T11:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:04:27.399+07:00</updated><title type='text'>collide</title><content type='html'>well, well, well, it's finally holliday.......... 3 weeks......... boooyay.&lt;br /&gt;i missed school already.. i have nothing, i repeat, NOTHING to do and it kills me. I'm waiting for the clock to turn 12 so I could go buy some dvds and spend the day on my bed watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I watched the presidential debate today. I really like Obama and I kinda don't like McCain ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I don't know, I'll give you picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SN263cosAwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kQOiSPFjC1I/s1600-h/ay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SN263cosAwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kQOiSPFjC1I/s320/ay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250558202326287106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee!! pink shining dress, who doesnt love that hahahaha. I can't remember whos birthday was it, but I'm pretty sure it's a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my mom and dad left for singapore this morning to watch F1, I'm bummed that I couldn't go with them. All I want to do in singapore is: buy books &amp;amp; cds. Hahaha, seriously, I'm in no mood to go shopping for some clothes or shits. Oh well, 5 days untill Japan! I'm soooo excited, I've never been to Japan before, so it'll be my first time! Yay! I also can't wait for next month's AP, the cover is Forever The Sickest Kids, and there's Anberlin in it!&lt;br /&gt;October is going to be pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;I will also move to my new house in October!&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clock it's 12:03, gotta go take a shower and hit the nearest dvd store!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-757775159154907540?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/757775159154907540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=757775159154907540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/757775159154907540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/757775159154907540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/collide.html' title='collide'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SN263cosAwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kQOiSPFjC1I/s72-c/ay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-4227752123891426276</id><published>2008-09-25T23:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:03:23.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat murder'/><title type='text'>A reason for me to consider a vegetarian diet.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, I went to a traditional market with my grandma today. I had no idea that we were going to buy some meat. I usually see that kind of things wrapped up in the super market. Oh, how this trip changes my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cow/professorsdaughter/20070528_cow.jpg?o=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s29/professorsdaughter/20070528_cow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cow/llamoore/COWS/cow4.jpg?o=83" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 207px;" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x57/llamoore/COWS/cow4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, they are smelly, but they're sooooooo adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to the 3rd floor, without knowing what's waiting for me in the upper floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I was greeted by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1917208270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 448px;" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/1917208270.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shocked me, I feel sick. I wanted to throw up. Believe me that's not the worst thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1917208263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/1917208263.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1917208266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 410px;" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/1917208266.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1917208264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 229px;" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/1917208264.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1917208269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 413px;" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m427/nadyael/1917208269.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. It is a cow's feet and it is A COW'S BRAIN. Brain, brain, brain, brain!!!!!! oh and TOUNGE. TOUNGE.TOUNGE. Oh god...... and there is one thing I couldn't stand. Cow's tail. Yeah, cow's TAIL. I have no idea why they sell it, but seriously, it's just sick. I couldn't even took out my cell phone and snapped a picture of it. I was looking down the whole time and wished my grandma will hurry up. Everybody there was a pshyco.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, the cute and adorable cow.... choped up into pieces and were hanging on that thingy. Oh my god, I will never ever go there again. NOT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think about how many meat people eat, and how many cow suffer. Wow is all I can say. You have to see it with your own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you want to see it, I'll take you there. But I'll wait outside =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this. Go Vegan, vegetarian, pecestarians, or whatever. Or just lessen your meat consumtion. Just think of that images when you want to eat it....... It makes my head hurts, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=323228&amp;amp;albumID=1153506&amp;amp;imageID=43636199"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 202px;" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/f004839c19bea64492f9955b977e138f/m.jpg" alt="To find out why meats not green, check out peta2.com/MeatsNotGreen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-4227752123891426276?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4227752123891426276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=4227752123891426276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4227752123891426276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/4227752123891426276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-for-me-to-consider-vegetarian.html' title='A reason for me to consider a vegetarian diet.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x57/llamoore/COWS/th_cow4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7921543471763119692</id><published>2008-09-25T02:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:51:25.859+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>if only the sun was my bff.</title><content type='html'>Weahoooooo. 1 more test to go and I'm free! Free I tell ye! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I think Academic Study Skill wasn't that bad. It's actually a lot easier than the one Mike gave for practice, but the short answers questions, totaly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up half an hour ago, 2 am. I seriously had some hilarious dreams. Hahaha. I could laugh just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh yeh, pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to (hopefully) Melbourne around the end of January or February. I don't want to spend too much time here, it's time that I actually move. But, if the intake is in February, it means that I'll be finished in sometimes around September, but year two doesn't start until february? That means I have 6 months off. That's what my mothers been worrying. What should I do in the free time, IF, I go. Do you know what a 16 year old can do? Intern in a radio station maybe? or in a magazine? I'd like that. Mom said I should try and find out what am I going to do there. And I already have the list.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest the main main MAIN reason I want to go in February is because Australian Soundwave Festival 2009! ANBERLIN AND BAYSIDE ARE GOING TO PLAY FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!! I HAVE TO SEE THEM, LIKE MUST. So yeah, that's why. Hahaha. the ticket is around AU110 I think. It's not that bad, you know. I think, it's kinda cheap. So keep your fingers (and mine) crossed, pray, pray, pray. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained last night! Oh, how I missed the rain! I want to jump out of the car and play in the rain, but people is going to think I'm an idiot. But, seriously, if I'm not 75 km/hour down the freeway, I would play in the rain. Hahahahaha. Stoopid. Oh, oh, and 1 more thing..... The traffic.... was unbearable! God! Motorcycle really needs to know the road's manner. Heat, heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee, 1 week until Japan time! I can't wait, I'm so excited! And guess what, I have to wait on Singapore's airport for about 4/5 hours. Wew. Thank God it's Singapore and not Indonesia. Hahaha. Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know when's Ugly Betty is going to start again? I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7921543471763119692?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7921543471763119692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7921543471763119692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7921543471763119692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7921543471763119692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-only-sun-was-my-bff.html' title='if only the sun was my bff.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1850614449828757151</id><published>2008-09-24T02:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:31:10.655+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadya eldhindra'/><title type='text'>Fackt.</title><content type='html'>It's 2:28 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say I have nothing to do, because I have TONS of things to do. But, I'm too lazy, and I think I'm not gonna sleep until morning. So, yeah, I decided to do like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; facts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moiself&lt;/span&gt;, to kill time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always sniff a banana before I eat it. Why? I love the smell :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a 24/7 technology user.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like sleeping, at night.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't have a middle name.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my last name, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am always serious when it comes to 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;8. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; support what I support.&lt;br /&gt;9. I use a lot of bad words.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a pretty ceiling. That's why I always stare at them.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love to sing even though I know my voice is not good.&lt;br /&gt;12. English is my favorite language.&lt;br /&gt;13. I really wish I have the ability to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;14. I can't sleep when it's too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;16. I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;17. I laugh when I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;18. I can't concentrate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; eyes, because I'm afraid they can 'read' my mind.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;20. I live in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am not a good conversation starter.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have nothing against smoker.&lt;br /&gt;23. I blame Disney for my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;24. I really wish I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;25. I like it when someone talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;26. I don't really care about the whole 'scene' thing, that's 'rocking' the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inter web&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;27. I watch videos on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; for fun.&lt;br /&gt;28. I read Taking Back Sunday's diary and videos for fun and it does not waste my time. So if you tell me that I'm wasting my time, no.&lt;br /&gt;29. I judge a song not only from the music, but from the lyrics too.&lt;br /&gt;30. I hate it when someone love a band with 'hot members' as the reason.&lt;br /&gt;31. I think this list is already long, but I'll keep going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;32. I actually care about Indonesia. Sorry, if I don't exactly show it.&lt;br /&gt;33. I love waffle.&lt;br /&gt;34. I want to be a great wife and mom, someday.&lt;br /&gt;35. I really think my parent is the best. I just don't want to admit it in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;36. I secretly wish (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ishouldnottypehisname&lt;/span&gt;) was dead. So, I could have an obvious reason to move on.&lt;br /&gt;37. I know some people memory is not the best. But I hope they actually pay attention to what I say and actually care.&lt;br /&gt;38. I say 'I miss you' a lot. It's not a formal thing, but I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;39. I laugh when I see someone (obviously) flirting with their crush.&lt;br /&gt;40. I cry, a lot. But, not in front of someone.&lt;br /&gt;41. I think I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;42. I wish Santa Clause exist.&lt;br /&gt;43. I want to be Santa's helper.&lt;br /&gt;44. I write a lot, although I know I'm not a good writer.&lt;br /&gt;45. I never do a work-hard-study-hard thing when it comes to exams. I often use my memories from the classes.&lt;br /&gt;46. I don't think my brain could easily forget a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Misearbile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Visule&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;47. I do believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;48. I understand that people is different and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; respect that.&lt;br /&gt;49. I dislike September.&lt;br /&gt;50. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest invention since electricity.&lt;br /&gt;51. I often say 'I give up', but I really don't mean that.&lt;br /&gt;52. I don't like apples.&lt;br /&gt;53. I adore vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;54. I have a list of amazing vocalist. Stephen Christian is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;, and Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mascherino&lt;/span&gt; is number two.&lt;br /&gt;55. I am 100% serious when it comes to my future.&lt;br /&gt;56. I have an image of my future in my mind. Only someone who can relate to me, could see it.&lt;br /&gt;57. Hero/heroine's intro is what you need to make me leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;58. I could handle picture, but not voice.&lt;br /&gt;59. Stephen Christian is my hero and idol. Because of him, now, I love and believe God more than I ever loved or believe God.&lt;br /&gt;60. Right before I go to sleep, I imagine my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;61. I want a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;62. I love coffee. The smell and the taste.&lt;br /&gt;63. I love Hello Kitty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Domo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kun&lt;/span&gt;, Ugly Dolls, and Disney stuff, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;64. I have a giant blue friend named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; and he knows everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;65. I talk to random objects.&lt;br /&gt;66. I love cupcakes and I haven't found the best cupcakes, yet.&lt;br /&gt;67. I will use any excuse to meet my whole whole family.&lt;br /&gt;68. I am not that kind of person who walks into a room and say 'Hello room! Here I am!'&lt;br /&gt;69. I am not original. Neither are you. Nobody is.&lt;br /&gt;70. I spend most of my days in my room, waiting for a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;71. I wish I could be a great artist.&lt;br /&gt;72. I know you might find me annoying.&lt;br /&gt;73. I don't like it when someone ask a very unimportant and irrelevant questions during the lecturing time.&lt;br /&gt;74. Dumb people are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;75. I love eyes. They could speak more than your mouth and it reflects beauty.&lt;br /&gt;76. I amaze myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;77. I don't need coffee to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;78. Nice arms = attractive.&lt;br /&gt;79. I prefer my room to be cold. Even though I often complaint about it.&lt;br /&gt;80. I am not a big summer fan.&lt;br /&gt;81. I honestly think Britney Spears could be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;82. I talk about EM and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt; a lot.&lt;br /&gt;83. I love talking to random people with random personalities.&lt;br /&gt;84. I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;a href="mailto:pinkputih_14@msn.com"&gt;pinkputih_14@msn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I really&lt;strong&gt; hate&lt;/strong&gt; uneducated pervert that's probably don't have anything better to do than asking for nude pictures and or showing their 'private' parts on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;86. I am thankful for the life God gave me, although, it's not the best life there is.&lt;br /&gt;87. I rather live in a small house that have a family dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;, than a huge mansion that doesn't even have a family time.&lt;br /&gt;88. I am not saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is my life. But, I sure spent a heck lots of time on it.&lt;br /&gt;89. My eyes are sore.&lt;br /&gt;90. I don't know my IQ, but the last time I check, it was around 108.&lt;br /&gt;91. I am not smart, but I'm doing the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;92. I skipped high school.&lt;br /&gt;93. I hate when someone underestimate me.&lt;br /&gt;94. I avoid 'drama' and argues.&lt;br /&gt;95. I don't know the right definition for love. I think it changes from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;96. I think it's time that many people realize that have bangs, wear black clothes, own converse doesn't make you an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;97. I dislike Windows Vista. It's over protective.&lt;br /&gt;98. I asked my father to buy me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;macbook&lt;/span&gt; just so I could have my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt; instead of borrowing my sister's mac ;)&lt;br /&gt;99. I hate racist people.&lt;br /&gt;100. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, 100 facts. That's too many.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it killed the time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me by this post. But, wondering is not a crime, you should really get to know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1850614449828757151?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1850614449828757151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1850614449828757151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1850614449828757151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1850614449828757151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/fackt.html' title='Fackt.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-3806588611564190387</id><published>2008-09-23T02:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:44:49.921+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man!</title><content type='html'>Ew, is all I have to say for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management is killing me. I'm scared....... Pffftt. The past is the past right? Mike said it himself. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe this semester is almost over, 2 more days. 2 more final days and that's it! Annora is going to Perth :( too bad! I'm going to miss this semester, especially Mr. Banana, I'm not going to take his class next semester. Yippie and Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to worry about is MARKETING. It's not any easier than management, that's for sure. Well, just study, pray, study, pray, I'm sure I'll make it through. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-3806588611564190387?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3806588611564190387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=3806588611564190387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3806588611564190387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/3806588611564190387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-man.html' title='oh man!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-8694648506707635882</id><published>2008-09-22T04:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:45:45.206+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><title type='text'>Hell To the Yeah</title><content type='html'>Since I'm going to move to another house in less than a month, I started thinking about my room. I already decide that on top of my TV there should be a sentence painted on it. So, everytime I wake up or go to sleep, I will see it. My mom and dad agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've picked 10 sentences that I thought would be very very great on my wall (from Anberlin's songs of course). Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's more to living than being alive - Alexithymia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? - *fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a light that never goes out - (that's the title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The more I live I see, this life's not about me - Burn Out Brighter (Northern Light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Live, I wanna live inspired - Burn Out Brighter (Northern Light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stand unafraid, all the good souls - Soft Skeletons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How can you expect to win this war, if you're too afraid to fight? - Soft Skeletons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Look children to the easterns sky - Misearbile Visu (Ex Molo Bonum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They lied when they said that the good die young - Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't drop your arms, I'll guard your heart - The Unwinding Cable Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be sooooo kind and tell me which one do you think is the best?&lt;br /&gt;Or if you have a sentece that you think will be good on my wall, oh be a dear and tell me ;) I'll be more than happy to consider it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves 'There's more to living than being alive' the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-8694648506707635882?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8694648506707635882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=8694648506707635882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8694648506707635882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/8694648506707635882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-to-yeah.html' title='Hell To the Yeah'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-7638032501637546226</id><published>2008-09-21T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:02:51.099+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, well, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My father bought me a new iPod 120G, hahaha hell yeah, and gonna buy me a new macbook. Hahaha, more hell to the yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom bought me a really cute banana republic's sandal. Since I love bananas, she said. Haha. Dinner was fun today, we canceled the Ritz Carlton and went to Sushi Tei instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing that ruined it all.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FINAL EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hah. wish me luck honeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-7638032501637546226?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7638032501637546226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=7638032501637546226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7638032501637546226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/7638032501637546226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/schunday.html' title='Schunday.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-1667106626436317627</id><published>2008-09-21T02:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:04:17.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travis barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jet crash'/><title type='text'>I'm not surprised, it's september honeys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, tbs is raaaather disappointing. I still love them though! I'm bummed that I didnt get to see Matt Rubano.&lt;br /&gt;But, it is September. And september = bad. (sorryyyyy septemberians (september people)).&lt;br /&gt;And bad news again, travis barker and dj am jet crash. Oh god it gave me a heart attack. They're the ONLY survivors. Please note: THE ONLY. Some says that travis got burnt from waist down, and Dj am is still on surgery. Sigh... May prayers will always be with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;September September. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, something that NEVER fails to cheer me up came, see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSE1zJeipFs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSE1zJeipFs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-1667106626436317627?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1667106626436317627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=1667106626436317627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1667106626436317627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/1667106626436317627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-surprised-its-september-honeys.html' title='I&apos;m not surprised, it&apos;s september honeys.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016158090902589664.post-6063808289749689684</id><published>2008-09-20T03:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:10:37.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking back sunday'/><title type='text'>SEPTEMBER LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANOTHER TAKING BACK SUNDAY LIVE WEBSTREAM&lt;br /&gt;YEAHOOOOOO, THANKS TBS you make my Septemeber feels nicer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/taking%20back%20sunday/Zahn89/1.jpg?o=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 161px;" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm46/Zahn89/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016158090902589664-6063808289749689684?l=n-strikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6063808289749689684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016158090902589664&amp;postID=6063808289749689684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6063808289749689684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016158090902589664/posts/default/6063808289749689684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-strikesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-light.html' title='SEPTEMBER LIGHT'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461917122591978315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_613JlvFn0bc/SKv5zBrAWsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R3-aOCQziFk/S220/l_79ea2e66bed63a0ef0eaa7fa398b029e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
