<?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-269056187187799275</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:50:50.541-07:00</updated><category term='studi di belanda'/><category term='favourite'/><category term='music'/><category term='kompetiblog'/><category term='nggak penting'/><category term='imagination'/><title type='text'>my juicy days</title><subtitle type='html'>get to know me by consuming these juices.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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2010</title><content type='html'>This is what I call life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Better all shut their mouth up, and stay away,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop ruining my day.&lt;br /&gt;I said all, and I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1297680322623369455?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1297680322623369455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1297680322623369455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1297680322623369455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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You taught me how to play chess.  during our meal.&lt;div&gt;2. You give me the widest grin when we're video calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You pinch my cheek :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7575067794579791145?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7575067794579791145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7575067794579791145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7575067794579791145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7575067794579791145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-like-from-you.html' title='what I like from you'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5063682175243750688</id><published>2010-02-28T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:42:55.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update status</title><content type='html'>labil berat,&lt;br /&gt;underpressure,&lt;br /&gt;down se-down downnya,&lt;br /&gt;feeling pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;sedih,&lt;br /&gt;being compared continuously,&lt;br /&gt;mendengarkan semua orang, tapi ga didengarkan,&lt;br /&gt;crying in silent,&lt;br /&gt;and have no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except lidya trilestari kosasih :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-5063682175243750688?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5063682175243750688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5063682175243750688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5063682175243750688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5063682175243750688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-status.html' title='update status'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8877355206027942874</id><published>2010-02-17T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:32:31.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>linger - the cranberries</title><content type='html'>If you, if you could return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let it burn, don't let it fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not being rude&lt;br /&gt;But it's just your attitude&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's ruining everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore, I swore I would be true&lt;br /&gt;And honey so did you&lt;br /&gt;So why you were you holding her hand&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way we stand&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in so deep, you know&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;linger&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could get by&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Things wouldn't be so confused&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't feel so used&lt;br /&gt;But you always really knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in so deep, you know I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in so deep, you know I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8877355206027942874?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8877355206027942874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8877355206027942874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8877355206027942874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8877355206027942874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/02/linger-cranberries.html' title='linger - the cranberries'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3755586128121008429</id><published>2010-02-09T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:44:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of Feb</title><content type='html'>Halo. Sekarang tanggal 12 Februari dan masih ada 9 hari lagi untuk magang :S saking udah kebiasanya, sekarang pegelnya nggak sepegel minggu kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hari jumat, dan menurut pengalaman anak-anak yang magang lainnya, kalo udah hari Jumat tuh senang, bawaannya kerjanya udah nyantai :) bener juga sih.&lt;br /&gt;Nah sekarang gw lagi rada gabut, jadi gw meluangkan waktu buat nulis-nulis blog aja.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I realize that everyone's become emotional. Labil, kalo bahasanya Budi. Haha. Menurut analisis gue, kayanya gara-gara semua orang capek magang deh. Jadi pulang kerja, semua sama-sama capek, ketemu, jadi sama-sama labil gitu. Efek domino. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gw juga sadar kok gw akhir-akhir ini cepet banget marah. Orang ngomong apa, gw dengernya nggak nyante. Padahal maksud orang itu bukan gitu. Haha.. Gemblung.&lt;br /&gt;Dan semua orang kayanya problemnya itu-itu aja. Love life. Kenapa ya? Apa karena udah mau valentine? Haha sugesti.&lt;br /&gt;I myself, am having a problem with relationship. Not a problem, actually it's my problem. I'm in a step where I'm having an attempt to interpret what relationship really means. According to Oxford Dictionary, relationship is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• noun 1 the way in which two or more people or things are connected, or the state of being connected. 2 the way in which two or more people or groups regard and behave towards each other. 3 an emotional and sexual association between two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, even the dictionary doesn't mention any 'status' word. What's so important of it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuh kan jadi labil. Gw merasa gw norak jadinya. Haha intinya kaya gw bertanya-tanya, sebetulnya what's the purpose of making a relationship to be legal or official? To prevent insecurity? Why can't these two people just make a try? What makes them afraid? Is status a shelter to protect a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OK stop labil ah. Nanti malem pulang kerja gw sama anak-anak kos mau nonton Valentine's Day, cukuplah untuk melepas kepenatan seminggu kerja :) happy weekend, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3755586128121008429?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3755586128121008429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3755586128121008429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3755586128121008429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3755586128121008429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/02/2nd-week-of-feb.html' title='2nd week of Feb'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2815277151921074094</id><published>2010-02-08T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:20:27.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the job training</title><content type='html'>Hai hai! Setelah UAS selesai, kami anak prasetiya mulya diwajibkan ikut internship gitu selama bulan Februari. Gw magang di Cita Persada School, Cinere. Jadi ini sekolah national plus dari tingkat toddler, pre-Kindergarten, Kindergarten, sampe primary kelas 4. Everyday I have to catch Metromini 619 to cinere :) kinda tiring, but I also enjoy this internship. Lately bahu gue suka ceklek2 gitu sampe pake counterpain dan dipijetin Yurika, saking kecapeannya duduk di depan komputer for the whole day dari jam 8 sampe jam 5. Haha dan yg paling gue suka lagi, tiap makan siang kan ada catering gitu, gw paling hobi ngeliatin lauk2nya yg aneh-aneh. Maklum, anak kos :D heeeeeeee nice experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2815277151921074094?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2815277151921074094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2815277151921074094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2815277151921074094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2815277151921074094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-job-training.html' title='on the job training'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8446259453284891011</id><published>2010-01-27T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:30:37.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both know what is inside our head, and we both pretend as if nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That sucks. You're wasting my time. I'm sick of this unclear thingy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and the time's running out. What are you waiting for, coward??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's random facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't eat catfish. I've stopped consuming it since I was 4, accidentally because I overheard my mother's conversation about what catfish eats.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the scent of old books, gasoline, and the wet land after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate the scent of oranges, perfume, and cajuputi oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 to write some random facts. and random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8446259453284891011?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8446259453284891011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8446259453284891011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8446259453284891011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8446259453284891011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2446736092567571528</id><published>2009-12-25T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:59:50.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>merry xmas, everyone! may the Lord always be with us, everywhere at anytime. Well.. this is not one of the best xmas I've ever had actually. I attended the morning mass, then some people came and went by to greet my family.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, my ex boyfriend suddenly came to visit me. Reinardus Adiputra Suryandaru. He suddenly texted me and asked whether he may visit me or not. I said yes. Then he came, and we had a long chat. It was interesting, actually. Time has made him became mature, no longer being a brainless bad boy. He studies Ekonomi Pembangunan in Gadjah Mada University. He is the chairman of his batch. He looks better now, with his muscle :) and we laughed a lot. I mean, he was a jerk, an impolite man, and had never been serious. But he's changed. And it feels nice to talk to him as a friend, not as a girlfriend. He got long and curly hair, some muscle, and a bit cigarette-smell from his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;He greeted my mom, even though he was rather afraid of my mom before :) and he lately asked, since when my mom lets boys come to visit me? It's a silly question I guess, since I'm a college student right now.&lt;br /&gt;He came at 8 and went home at 10.30, and it's a nice evening for me. He talked a lot, and he mentions many times that I should be careful, stay away from cigarette, and stop going home late when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;Nice evening, and it's fun to talk to you, Dar :) see you next time... Merry Joyful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2446736092567571528?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2446736092567571528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2446736092567571528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2446736092567571528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2446736092567571528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='christmas 2009'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6523135210071122672</id><published>2009-12-24T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:28:58.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello 2010! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much assignments to do, too much friends-thingy to talk to, too much problems and so little of time. I'm having my christmas and new year holiday right now, and I'm wondering why my English has been so dull like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my 2009 review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I passed my final national exams with satisfying scores.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tegar hit Bali, went rafting, flying fish, banana boat, and parasailing, had an unforgettable night in kamasutra!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 18, got a surprise in an airplane to Bali from Tegar and the stewardess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished senior high school with so many memories that I will never ever forget. I'm proud of being an alumnae from Santa Ursula High School, where I found the best friends of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I entered Prasetiya Mulya Business School, and moved to a boarding house in Cilandak, and shared a room with Lidya Trilestari Kosasih.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that friendship is hard to keep, and requires lots of efforts to keep it stable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've become more and more neglectful this year. I don't care what people say, I am what I am, I don't copy others' style, but I can't decide whether it's a progress or regress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been trying to be a tough girl (woman?) but it's so hard to do. I cried a lot this year, especially in previous month. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a lot of new friends in Prasmul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my new college life, even though the assignments are killing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally visited Ragunan, and Pusat Primata Schmutzer with my new-and-joyful friend, Budi Susilo :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've become closer to Yurika, Yonat, Herin, and Vera, whom I wasn't really close with in Sanur. I consider them as my new sisters :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I haven't been really lucky in love life this year, but I believe that someday I'll find someone whom I will be so into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overall, I haven't been satisfied of what I've done this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And this is my 2010 resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop gossiping! Stop talking shits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy, and warn myself not to complain too much, when I'm getting so stressful of college life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become tougher, and reduce the frequency of mellow-yellow-swallow-sessions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile at least 3 times an hour :D so the minimum amount of my smiles a day : 24 x 3 = 72 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more vegetable and less meat and carbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consume fruit once a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweep my room in the boarding house, stop asking Lidya to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I think that's enough. So once again, I say Hello! to 2010 :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6523135210071122672?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6523135210071122672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6523135210071122672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6523135210071122672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6523135210071122672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2831708059306443986</id><published>2009-10-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:20:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday night and the lights are low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for the place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where they play the right music, getting in the swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come in to look for a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anybody could be that guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night is young and the musics high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a bit of rock music, everything is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youre in the mood for a dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can dance, you c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an jive, having the time of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SuM1OOV4kvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IazbK0Tl6hc/s1600-h/9232_160715829428_696974428_2503137_7052103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SuM1N4ALanI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bGZdWGuBIrM/s320/9232_160715659428_696974428_2503135_4404715_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215291007691378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SuM1NkbGrtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/B01szzWFBX8/s1600-h/9232_160714739428_696974428_2503118_5913081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SuM1NkbGrtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/B01szzWFBX8/s320/9232_160714739428_696974428_2503118_5913081_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215285751918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I spent my friday nite with Adri, Lidya, Irvan, Yurika, Yonat and Risyad. We ate like pig, then hit t-rex til 12 o'clock, hit EX, and last : kemang foodfest and warung pasta. I got home at 3.30 in the morning and now the effect is I can't open my eyes -_-&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2831708059306443986?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2831708059306443986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2831708059306443986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2831708059306443986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2831708059306443986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-nite.html' title='friday nite'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SuM1OOV4kvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IazbK0Tl6hc/s72-c/9232_160715829428_696974428_2503137_7052103_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1970264194833635864</id><published>2009-10-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:14:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anak kos</title><content type='html'>oke jadi gw udah 1 bulanan jadi anak kuliahan, dan 3 minggu jadi anak kos :)  gw tinggal satu kamar dengan lidya di daerah cilandak, belakang citos situ. dan seru abitch, karena kerjaan kita bedua hanya kelayapan, tidur, makan, kelayapan, tidur, makan. gatau deh masa depan gimana :D oke aku cinta kuliaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1970264194833635864?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1970264194833635864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1970264194833635864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1970264194833635864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1970264194833635864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/10/anak-kos.html' title='anak kos'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4739874952052969622</id><published>2009-09-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:04:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lagi mellow yellow swallow deh, sialan. jadi tadi sore jam 4 gitu, feli ngadain farewell di pizza e birra di PI sampe jam 6.30 an, seru banget, bener2 sweet escape dr rasa capek gw di kampus. Ngumpul lagi sama anak2 sanur bikin ketawa gw yg jarang muncul keluar lg, dan perbaikan gizi juga makan pizza berpotong-potong. Gw sama anak tegar laennya nggak sempet nyari kado aneh2 buat feli, jadi kita kasih kaos putih dengan foto feli segede jidat, tapi tulisan hugs, tegar nya di kanan belakang sih. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010091377861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SqKHrycLI2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-AQbPcz71Wo/s320/FELI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Gw juga sempet ngeburn CD lagu2 buat dia, cuma 10 lagu sih, but I love those songs, and I want her to play it when she feels lonely or upset disana nanti. sama kartu ucapannya foto iced tea gitu, yg simbolik banget, karena gw sama feli selalu get drunk everytime kita minum es teh tawar, pertama sih di bali gitu waktu itu. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw I had so much fun this evening, dan pas gw mau pulang, gw peluk feli dan berdua sama ubi kita cium pip feli :) gw juga sempet peluk winda erat bgt, and I nearly cried, gw baru sadar, mulai hari ini gw sama temen2 deket gw ga akan pernah bisa ngumpul lengkap lagi kaya gini. feli di taiwan, winda yovi dede di bandung. walaupun bandung cuma 2 jeman dr rumah, tp tetep aja, it's time to say the real goodbye kan.. no more having fun every weekends, no more karaoke time, buat jalan bareng aja udah susah banget, jadwal kuliah kita beda2. temen2 baru, tugas2 numpuk, dsb nya lah. Gw cuma mau bilang, we are best friends, and we'll always be. kapanpun kalian butuh shoulder to cry on, partner in crime atau sekedar chit chat-mate, I'll be there. Ga akan tepat waktu, tp at least I'll try to call you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feli, take care ya di taiwan, kalo pulang kita mabok es teh tawar lg berdua ya. Please sering2 skype2an karena gw akan sangat kangen sama kesintingan lo fel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, fel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378014480535912866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SqKLrRVAAaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LiPcBSRwJA0/s320/dsc_0064.jpg" border="0" /&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/269056187187799275-4739874952052969622?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4739874952052969622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4739874952052969622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4739874952052969622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4739874952052969622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye.html' title='the goodbye'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SqKHrycLI2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-AQbPcz71Wo/s72-c/FELI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1030991679575368040</id><published>2009-09-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:40:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ospek</title><content type='html'>ya jadi gue lagi ospek, atau lebih tepatnya Introductory Program gitu, orientasi lah. berat gila, tapi lumayan seru. banyak hal aneh2. jadi dimulai tgl 2 sept gitu, lagi dikasih pengarahan bla3. eee tiba2 goyang aja gitu, gempa dan semua orang panik mau keluar termasuk gw yang mau ngerunduk di bawah meja.. haha terus tugasnya yaampun banyaaknyaaa, latihan pulang malem deh. Gw hanya bisa nunggu tgl 26 sept supaya bisa cepet masuk kos. haha terus kelompok gw sempet jd yg terburuk gitu pas yel2, emang rada katro sih yelnya, gw baru sadar gitu barusan haha kita bikin ulang lagi deh yelnya, drpd malu. dan hari ini, dua temen gw nari chicken dance di depan 172 pasang mata dan belasan panitia IP, and surely I don't know what chicken dance is before, sehari sebelomnya mereka nari itu di study hall jam 7 malem dan gw cuma bisa blongo, ahaha kuliah seru :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1030991679575368040?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1030991679575368040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1030991679575368040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1030991679575368040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1030991679575368040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/09/ospek.html' title='ospek'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-452655569312297818</id><published>2009-08-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:48:53.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>previously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;t-rex, water-suprise for manda, and sleepover at ubby's on July 28th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVl9nWThI/AAAAAAAAATg/y9S4mZDVbTM/s1600-h/5329_131824262245_575432245_3164151_3273414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766385392668178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVl9nWThI/AAAAAAAAATg/y9S4mZDVbTM/s320/5329_131824262245_575432245_3164151_3273414_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVmaBL1KI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZOacIKnBwUo/s1600-h/5329_131824277245_575432245_3164153_3846959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766393017226402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVmaBL1KI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZOacIKnBwUo/s320/5329_131824277245_575432245_3164153_3846959_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; basah kuyup dan terigu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVmJ1UsOI/AAAAAAAAATo/ULCUFOFbalg/s1600-h/5329_131824272245_575432245_3164152_2717382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766388672508130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVmJ1UsOI/AAAAAAAAATo/ULCUFOFbalg/s320/5329_131824272245_575432245_3164152_2717382_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; martabak dan conello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366768454472269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqXeZiXfyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MeZMPTAEqHQ/s320/5329_131824282245_575432245_3164154_3146696_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she got ang pao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767489499380626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqWmOu5u5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nvfZPyEyam4/s320/5329_131824367245_575432245_3164165_3699842_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766401614659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVm6C-QZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gIC4NoYKeJI/s320/5329_131824352245_575432245_3164162_3893727_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hebeh2 in MOS burger PI on August 5th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366768136775394770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqXL6Bh5dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Hyb4SQe_Yzc/s320/6372_1178832264444_1037276007_30574016_314536_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366768133108609794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqXLsXTMwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kLiZkXTR4vk/s320/6372_1178832064439_1037276007_30574011_6374354_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/269056187187799275-452655569312297818?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/452655569312297818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=452655569312297818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/452655569312297818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/452655569312297818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/08/previously.html' title='previously'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SnqVl9nWThI/AAAAAAAAATg/y9S4mZDVbTM/s72-c/5329_131824262245_575432245_3164151_3273414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4967708468598080660</id><published>2009-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:18:57.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kangen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I miss these peops :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303601651655426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmctOGV4IwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BKmi8VXaULQ/s320/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmctN6Z1AbI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZUo4KtMewQY/s1600-h/86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303598447002034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmctN6Z1AbI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZUo4KtMewQY/s320/86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303604840336850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmctOSOHjdI/AAAAAAAAATY/1_6Gw8NsbO4/s320/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;kangeeeeeeeennn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4967708468598080660?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4967708468598080660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4967708468598080660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4967708468598080660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4967708468598080660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/07/kangen.html' title='kangen'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmctOGV4IwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BKmi8VXaULQ/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5233457608915126807</id><published>2009-07-19T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:15:02.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUiJwVaFI/AAAAAAAAATA/DZw0csJa7eU/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360080189723600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUiJwVaFI/AAAAAAAAATA/DZw0csJa7eU/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUh9hKRwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2av0Joo-Bu8/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360080186438731522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUh9hKRwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2av0Joo-Bu8/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; surprise during the flight! &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUhv8YIXI/AAAAAAAAASw/6iKSNUaS6VY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360080182794789234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUhv8YIXI/AAAAAAAAASw/6iKSNUaS6VY/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUhhFnJYI/AAAAAAAAASo/MnD_H_PLCfE/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360080178806990210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUhhFnJYI/AAAAAAAAASo/MnD_H_PLCfE/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jkt-dps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOaM61RAI/AAAAAAAAARI/et1kE6hgWWI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073456064218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOaM61RAI/AAAAAAAAARI/et1kE6hgWWI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; istana raja ubud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360079322174969250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLTvp4n1aI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sfAqo-6CyO4/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360079321920631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLTvo7-8OI/AAAAAAAAASY/f2ESNCwIDvo/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073450770293794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOZ5MqZCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DdOIqDk_v3I/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hard rock's swimming pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360079315200540418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLTvP5yfwI/AAAAAAAAASA/syS9dw-ysAA/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;watersport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073021670888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOA6rZE_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/K2SPMWJO5Xg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cold and refreshing gelato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073013857807938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOAdkm7kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5LxV6m-XQg0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GWK 1&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360074353638329266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLPOcpLS7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/X5RFRpj3mCA/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GWK2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOAvaDlII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HIy17HnPpEU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073018645386370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOAvaDlII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HIy17HnPpEU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after rafting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073015682875794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOAkXvQZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/65zioxk8bDI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;@ car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360074346485472354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLPOB_zXGI/AAAAAAAAARo/ex8YLhwZ5Rk/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;waterbom1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073449678310098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOZ1IUCtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/H-HKjiqTfkM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;waterbom2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073020159806050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOA1DHymI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7D2SGjLXwbY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOaLavHEI/AAAAAAAAARA/VxrRSO-GJbM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360073455661161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLOaLavHEI/AAAAAAAAARA/VxrRSO-GJbM/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ngurah rai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/269056187187799275-5233457608915126807?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5233457608915126807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5233457608915126807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5233457608915126807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5233457608915126807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/07/bali.html' title='bali'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SmLUiJwVaFI/AAAAAAAAATA/DZw0csJa7eU/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1385987068545930304</id><published>2009-07-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T05:10:22.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulang</title><content type='html'>kemaren 17 malem gw pulang dr bali, sedih banget rasanya :'( I just want to 'rewind' my trip over and over again with dora, ubi, winda, feli, dede and odey. I also get tanned, extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 surprises in 1 day, 1 during the flight from jkt to bali, and 1 from the band in hard rock bar in the evening. It happens on the 1st day, which is 13th of July. We also visited ubud and had dinner in bebek bengil in the afternoon. It was sooo delicious. I ordered a portion of the famous fried duck there, and baked russian pie, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14th, we went to tanjung benoa to do some watersports. I've never had watersports-experience before, so I was a bit nervous. First we rode banana boat, and fell 3 times, and I even get struck under the banana boat, and saw some algae and felt terribly afraid. Then Ubi and I rode flying fish, and the last was parasailing, woooo I shud go back there!&lt;br /&gt;After that we had lunch, visited GWK &amp;amp; went to dreamland. We met indi and friends there, and after that watched Kecak in Uluwatu. We had our dinner at jimbaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15th,we had had had sooo much fun in Sobek Rafting. I swam in the river with friends, and also took photo under a small waterfall. Then we went back and swam in hard rock's swimming pool. Dinner was in dulang cafe, kuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th, waterbom was the only destination of the day, we had so much fun till afternoon, ate in Batan Waru or smth, chatted in front of discovery kuta, and then went to kamasutra without odey and dede. It was ladies night, but Winda was asked to pay the entrance fee, just because they didn't know that winda is a woman! haha. It was crazily awesome, Ubi, Feli and I were even asked to dance in the stage, haha we went mad. We got 'home' at 3 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17th, time to go home. 2 bombs in jkt, ubi's wallet is gone, and everything went terrible. We tattoed in Kuta, airport-checked in-in Kuta Paradiso, while Ubi changed her flight to the same flight with her mom ( who was in bali, too) because she had no ID card and needed her mother to go for a flight. So we separated with Ubi, went to titiles and joger, and went to airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali trip is over, and I miss winda ubi feli odey dede dora muuuuch more now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1385987068545930304?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1385987068545930304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1385987068545930304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1385987068545930304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1385987068545930304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/07/pulang.html' title='pulang'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2003787536461100901</id><published>2009-07-12T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:57:48.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escape from rutinity</title><content type='html'>So, I'll be in Bali with 6 of my friends for these upcoming 5 days, and I'll really have fun with 'em! Happy Holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2003787536461100901?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2003787536461100901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2003787536461100901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2003787536461100901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2003787536461100901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/07/escape-from-rutinity.html' title='escape from rutinity'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2190949620637349840</id><published>2009-06-29T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:29:32.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tortured soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya, dikasi tau atid nih ada lagu2 enak dr tortured soul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741073413055298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SkjBpW9to0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/r5z_8q3PHU4/s320/album-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oke benar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2190949620637349840?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2190949620637349840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2190949620637349840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2190949620637349840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2190949620637349840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/06/tortured-soul.html' title='tortured soul'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SkjBpW9to0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/r5z_8q3PHU4/s72-c/album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1029980734577588443</id><published>2009-06-29T06:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:27:08.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flappy belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kemaren sabtu jalan2 sama caca, babi dan atid buat wisata kuliner gitu, janjinya jam 10 tapi caca dan atid masih tidur, mau mere banget deh. makan j cool dulu brg babi di sency, trs melaju ke rmh atid buat jemput mrk . ga sempet foto2 makanannya sih, tapi uenak uenak. Gue ambil dr google nih, haha. pertama ke sate pertamina, depan RSPP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352738170639817506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Ski_AZSpGyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/87tqcfkLx8E/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;terus ke blenger burger yang legendaris itu di lamandau, tp gw sih ga gitu suka, jiji ah belendir lendir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352738174168752706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Ski_AmcAYkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i9dMVvHl2f8/s320/burger+edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;terus ke kemang buat nyari tempat shisha, akhirnya ketemu di little baghdad, tempatnya kumel kumel mesum gitu, najis. haha dasar emang gw dan caca kan anak culun, jadi ga penah shisha sebelomnya. jiji ah gue, pindah2 mulut, asep2 doang gitu lg, mending juga makan.. (ga ada bakat anak gaul emg, haha)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352739397965755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SkjAH1b8tPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2QPbxXCWSlU/s320/GASPS!057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;trs anter atid ke rmhnya, caca k halte busway, trs gw di drop di pim, dmn lg ada festival transformers apa gt, taelah. dijemput mamah, trs ke sency lg, dan gw makan chicken picatta apa apa gt di tamani express, hoek gendut deh. trs pulang deh dgn perut belipet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1029980734577588443?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1029980734577588443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1029980734577588443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1029980734577588443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1029980734577588443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/06/flappy-belly.html' title='flappy belly'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Ski_AZSpGyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/87tqcfkLx8E/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2685587928362302374</id><published>2009-06-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:05:18.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;got trapped in a neverending traffic jam for about 3 hours in ringroad, jakbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350183128293635826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sj-rNW069vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rVMyHMxkSCg/s320/GASPS!047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank God you gimme nice house, full of trees environment and traffic jam-less town in Bekasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350183135306477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sj-rNw86b1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VOThn3jtjSE/s320/GASPS!050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2685587928362302374?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2685587928362302374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2685587928362302374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2685587928362302374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2685587928362302374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/06/jakarta.html' title='jakarta'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sj-rNW069vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rVMyHMxkSCg/s72-c/GASPS!047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8990863276254216481</id><published>2009-06-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:06:50.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Enfants de Timpelbach</title><content type='html'>Ada festival film anak2 gitu, namanya Goelali. Nonton satu film Prancis hari selasa kemaren di Goethe Haus bareng kakak, Rien, Ka Tita, Ka Fiona dan temannya (temen2 kakak gue). &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348543445335466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjnX7Pz245I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ltV9Poo911Y/s320/n40920310938_1226376_8992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ceritanya tentang anak2 nakal sedesa yang merasa ga butuh ortu, terus ortunya2 ninggalin mereka gitu buat semalem aja, and the children make a big mess, bukannya sedih malahan having parties and drink this drink that, fight this fight that , until one of them get injured by a firegun. Terus ortunya ternyata kesasar dan ditawan di desa lain -_-; but finally they come back and reunite with their children, jadi anak-anak, jangan nakal yah sama orang tua kalian :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I had so much fun with Rien, whom I just knew for like 2 months, her mom is my french teacher, and she is also a french-speaker at home, so according to me she's such a cool one. She graduates from Labsky, social stream too. Rien is going to major Russian in UI (?!), and very good at English, d oh how talented you are, Rien! Good luck and nice to know you, my new friend! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8990863276254216481?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8990863276254216481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8990863276254216481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8990863276254216481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8990863276254216481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/06/les-enfants-de-timpelbach.html' title='Les Enfants de Timpelbach'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjnX7Pz245I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ltV9Poo911Y/s72-c/n40920310938_1226376_8992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6821379152538263306</id><published>2009-06-16T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:59:12.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lulus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT0S3jexI/AAAAAAAAAOI/imBXyWYwPtI/s1600-h/HA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348257452873972498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT0S3jexI/AAAAAAAAAOI/imBXyWYwPtI/s320/HA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348257463235693874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT05d-zTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j4ANiApVggI/s320/5106_91240339428_696974428_1716562_2182322_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMA Santa Ursula 2009 lulus 100%! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kata &lt;a href="http://beritajakarta.com/"&gt;beritajakarta.com&lt;/a&gt;, juara 1 ipa, ips, dan bah DKI Jakarta adalah Sanur, yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348257468401128354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT1MthE6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/eLiefkiB11k/s320/5106_91241799428_696974428_1716603_341556_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348257471085989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT1Wtoz_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/WbZ-CLcCx_M/s320/5106_91244884428_696974428_1716639_5681471_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;au revoir mes amis. ups, &lt;strong&gt;a bientot&lt;/strong&gt; I mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348263584690318738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjZZNqfrZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VcKZl2JPWhE/s320/4799_1187495845389_1168099287_550369_4044045_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348264266198165826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjaA4eoKUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2dRmi8a6tQ4/s320/4799_1187500885515_1168099287_550402_5389227_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;nice afterparty at musro &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348257460306116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT0ujg_2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ADKtXkyRR6Q/s320/GASPS!012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;terus nginep di borobudur bareng &lt;strong&gt;tegar&lt;/strong&gt;, nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foto gradnite menyusul :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6821379152538263306?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6821379152538263306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6821379152538263306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6821379152538263306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6821379152538263306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/06/lulus.html' title='lulus!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SjjT0S3jexI/AAAAAAAAAOI/imBXyWYwPtI/s72-c/HA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2372975818521253897</id><published>2009-05-21T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:43:25.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craving for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;whooga whooga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/ShU9Q8LvK4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/4LCsF_46PdY/s1600-h/WEAVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338240294560148354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/ShU9Q8LvK4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/4LCsF_46PdY/s320/WEAVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems extremely comfy and warm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;want it soo much, gimme moneeey pleaseee :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://imgs.pulseware.com.au/WBADGEx1x536201-624352xd06BCx1_0_44.gif)" href="http://www.whoogaau.com.au/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ugg boots" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k286/pulselayouts/toasts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2372975818521253897?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2372975818521253897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2372975818521253897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2372975818521253897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2372975818521253897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/craving-for.html' title='craving for...'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/ShU9Q8LvK4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/4LCsF_46PdY/s72-c/WEAVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1349446099656506288</id><published>2009-05-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:51:27.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insiden gigi patah</title><content type='html'>hari ini hari terakhir sekolah (officially, gw sih tetep masuk buat gradnite) jadi tadi, gw dora winda feli ubi dede ke grandi, as usual. kita ke food court, makan dan ketawa-tawa, bercanda, ngobrol sampe lamaaaaaaaaa banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalu kita pengen ice cream, dan beberapa ingin sour sally. dan kita pun berberes. winda udah berdiri duluan, dan berniat untuk memeluk ubi dengan erat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan insiden itu terjadi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gigi ubi nabrak meja, dan jadi gigis! serta tajam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untung nyokapnya hanya ketawa2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... enjoy ur china trip, bi! see you next week, and we'll hit xxi to watch angels 'n demons! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;korban&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335290057756738322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgrCCjpDgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-oBb9h6fhFk/s320/GASPS!021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pelaku&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335290054068615410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgrCCV5vOPI/AAAAAAAAANw/vS-7V2vbpeI/s320/koko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1349446099656506288?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1349446099656506288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1349446099656506288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1349446099656506288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1349446099656506288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/insiden-gigi-patah.html' title='insiden gigi patah'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgrCCjpDgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-oBb9h6fhFk/s72-c/GASPS!021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1570457626392325709</id><published>2009-05-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:42:10.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and I'm free!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgq_l9iltLI/AAAAAAAAANo/k39akINNsCQ/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335287367469479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgq_l9iltLI/AAAAAAAAANo/k39akINNsCQ/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; actually I haven't received the results yet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..and still praying for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1570457626392325709?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1570457626392325709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1570457626392325709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1570457626392325709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1570457626392325709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/free.html' title='free!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgq_l9iltLI/AAAAAAAAANo/k39akINNsCQ/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2443502052179835004</id><published>2009-05-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:34:12.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are only 3 days left to wear this uniform,&lt;/span&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgbi9I-mPqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fNY80rWL2JU/s1600-h/n542463076_1374456_4169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200348676865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgbi9I-mPqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fNY80rWL2JU/s320/n542463076_1374456_4169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and to laugh like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334201050161910946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgbjl-NqlKI/AAAAAAAAANg/NCN_LEdHS4E/s320/n1525681967_30209205_508970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nice to know all of you, my superb school-mates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we'll meet again one day, and we'll laugh like this once again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The bird a nest,the spider a web,man friendship."- William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2443502052179835004?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2443502052179835004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2443502052179835004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2443502052179835004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2443502052179835004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-days-left.html' title='3 days left'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sgbi9I-mPqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fNY80rWL2JU/s72-c/n542463076_1374456_4169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6149306386754529512</id><published>2009-05-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:38:08.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L A P E R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgHK0vjiFaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fzR_eMrzA8w/s1600-h/lasagna-su-682512-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766441250887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgHK0vjiFaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fzR_eMrzA8w/s320/lasagna-su-682512-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAPER...&lt;/strong&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/269056187187799275-6149306386754529512?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6149306386754529512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6149306386754529512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6149306386754529512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6149306386754529512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-p-e-r.html' title='L A P E R'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgHK0vjiFaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fzR_eMrzA8w/s72-c/lasagna-su-682512-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7938081856392390155</id><published>2009-05-05T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:45:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:42 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly I crave for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgBsqQPwG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/34BTM-ruGHM/s1600-h/n730650771_1006203_3239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332381431978007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgBsqQPwG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/34BTM-ruGHM/s320/n730650771_1006203_3239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;McFlurry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7938081856392390155?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7938081856392390155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7938081856392390155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7938081856392390155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7938081856392390155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/05/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SgBsqQPwG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/34BTM-ruGHM/s72-c/n730650771_1006203_3239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4357697136151524170</id><published>2009-04-27T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:05:32.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hw</title><content type='html'>got hw from nydong, the supermodel, but I won't tag anyone after I post it here :)&lt;br /&gt;10 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my ritual after school : take a bath, eat, watch TV for about one hour, and take a nap until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like loud music, loud sound,person who likes to yell and I hate noise. I listen to easy-listening music, and oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love monochrome, I really don't like shocking colour. They look cheap and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I fell in love with Europe at first sight, in summer 08, celebrate my 17th birthday with unknown in Redlight District Amsterdam. And obsessed to get back to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I appear offline in my msn, and only start a conversation with a friend if I need to ask something to her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hardly cry for something serious, I promised not to cry for boys, so I don't  cry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I escape from probs, and solve them by sipping a cup of hot tea, with book in my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I always set my cellphone in silent mode, and turn the vibrate off. It's hard to contact me by phone, cos I always be far away from my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not an ambitious person, but want to be one, to succeed in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wear only comfortable oufits, cotton one, and slight one. I really don't get why people like to wear itchy-shocking-dress or too-tight-and-skinny-jeans. If I get my jeans too skinny, I'll buy the new one, no need to be stingy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4357697136151524170?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4357697136151524170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4357697136151524170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4357697136151524170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4357697136151524170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/04/hw.html' title='hw'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-108834388821736476</id><published>2009-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:50:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTt0ss8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/XsCceNHmIc4/s1600-h/3111_1157505415647_1168099287_463689_6373740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398518256562178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTt0ss8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/XsCceNHmIc4/s320/3111_1157505415647_1168099287_463689_6373740_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtt2nTcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q-DYng6oyjM/s1600-h/3111_1157504655628_1168099287_463687_2414248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398516419087810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtt2nTcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q-DYng6oyjM/s320/3111_1157504655628_1168099287_463687_2414248_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398515109891746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTto-ejqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jagL42_vZp0/s320/3111_1157505375646_1168099287_463688_5764080_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtfuZKnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Eq2-jyRVI5M/s1600-h/3111_1157504615627_1168099287_463686_803701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398512626510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtfuZKnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Eq2-jyRVI5M/s320/3111_1157504615627_1168099287_463686_803701_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grandi, april 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtf85DmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jnRW-sA9-qw/s1600-h/3111_1157504575626_1168099287_463685_415698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398512687320674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTtf85DmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jnRW-sA9-qw/s320/3111_1157504575626_1168099287_463685_415698_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; study hard, play harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-108834388821736476?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/108834388821736476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=108834388821736476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/108834388821736476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/108834388821736476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/04/karaoke.html' title='karaoke'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SfXTt0ss8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/XsCceNHmIc4/s72-c/3111_1157505415647_1168099287_463689_6373740_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-741913864083457787</id><published>2009-04-13T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:00:14.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yearbook photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;location : grand manhattan Borobudur, kota tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kota tuir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SeNrxrJxxNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7--VWN92Ow/s1600-h/3158_66472819428_696974428_1426751_1537933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324217685623555282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SeNrxrJxxNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7--VWN92Ow/s320/3158_66472819428_696974428_1426751_1537933_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cendrawasih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324217146403933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SeNrSSZzS_I/AAAAAAAAALA/EM_20_QVMiA/s320/2789_65555073423_649073423_1752723_8137826_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cendrawasih II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324220486657836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SeNuUt0ZB4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/JF_W0OHA8AA/s320/3158_66142599428_696974428_1422331_7392426_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324217689803810258" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SdCpyGT32UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OrCkf0qEJpg/s320/kompetiblogbadge-neo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tulip, cheese, windmill, wooden shoes and cows. Netherlands? Everyone would have the same thought every time they hear someone mentions Netherlands. Meanwhile, Netherlands also has abundant amazing things that can be seen and learn about. The one and only European country that is famous of its multicultural and diversity, Netherlands, is ready to provide the best education of the world. These are 4 main reasons why you should go to Netherlands to get your degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sc9tEkFGQQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/254AfvxqmzE/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589610119807234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sc9tEkFGQQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/254AfvxqmzE/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Netherlands has cool summers, with 17.4۫ C as the highest average temperature, and mild winters with 2.8۫ C as the lowest one. You can easily go to Belgium or Germany by train or bus in the weekend, just to catch some breathtaking views.&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands is also well-known by its uniqueness, which 27% of its area and 60% of its population is located below sea level, and that tells us about Netherlands’ best ability in land drainage and reclamation technology. Most of the country is flat, so it’s no doubt to ride your bicycle, and be healthy for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Language and History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t know Netherlands? Everyone knows Netherlands, its history and its special language, Dutch. Even our grandparents can speak Dutch a bit, because they were raised in Dutch culture that had affected Indonesian culture. It is not that hard to learn Dutch language, because there are some words that sound like English words, or even Indonesian words. But if you can’t speak Dutch well, everyone in Netherlands can speak English fluently. So it is no need to be worried if you get lost, because everyone would help you with smile.&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands is also known as the neutral country in the First World War, and is home of Anne Frank Museum. Anne Frank is the famous Jewish girl who escaped from Nazi and went to Amsterdam to hide in the annexe of a building. Netherlands is a constitutional monarchy and parliamentary democracy country. If you are fond of history and ancient stuff, Netherlands is home for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581813371983730" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sc9l-u7j13I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VZIBRuQN1pY/s320/BITTERBALLEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3. Culture and Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Netherlands is populated by people from many kinds of ethnicities, varies countries, and is well-known for the multicultural. You can find an attractive traditional dance performance in the left side, and see a futuristic modern art exhibition in the right place. Painters such as Rembrandt van Rijn, Johannes Ver Meer, Jan Steen, Jacob van Ruysdael and Vincent van Gogh are the famous of the world. It is a joy to know others’ cultures, and tolerate others is the key to be part of Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fan of Bitterballen? Or Hut Spot met Klapstuk? They both come from Netherlands! But don’t worry if you hate European food, or sometimes missing Indonesian food. You can find Indonesian food, or at least Asian food, in every corner of the city. Any kind of food, from all around the world, is easy to find, and no need to spend too much money for the food. Hungry? Go for a walk a bit, and you’ll find some tasty and delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sc-Qgi2s3kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8NATnQjjrhY/s1600-h/UNIVESITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628573734297154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sc-Qgi2s3kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8NATnQjjrhY/s320/UNIVESITY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Education Quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who invented pendulum clock and discovered Saturn’s moon, Titan? Christian Huygens. And who first discovered Bacteria? Antony van Leeuwenhoek. They both studied in Netherlands. Netherlands has been famous of its education quality since long time ago. They serve the best education for everyone, and emphasize practice learning in the curricula, so the students don’t master on theories only, but are also ready to work in the field.&lt;br /&gt;The government composed the education structure accurately in every single field of study, and support the students by creating nice learning climate and condition. You can find information about studying in Netherlands in nearest Netherlands’ education centre in your country. They will help you as hard as they can, and give priority to students’ satisfactory. World has admitted Netherlands’ education as one of the best, and you can work wherever you want to then. So, study in Netherlands means getting the ticket to be the students of the world. And if you’re ready to be the part of the world’s history, say hello to Netherlands!&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands’ universities also take place on the top 500 world's university rank.(source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ed.sjtu.edu.cn/rank/2004/top500.xls"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;http://ed.sjtu.edu.cn/rank/2004/top500.xls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) , listed by average rank, followed by the universities name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39 - Univ utrecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63 - Univ Leiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;101-152 - Univ Amsterdam ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;101-152 - Univ Groningen ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;153-201 - Erasmus Univ ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;153-201 - Free Univ Amsterdam ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;153-201 - Univ Wageningen ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;202-301 - Delft Univ Tech ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;202-301 - Univ Nijmegen ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;202-301 - Univ Twente ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;302-403 - Eindhoven Univ Tech ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;404-502 - Univ Maastricht ( rank cannot be specified )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Go get some information about studying in Netherlands, and grip your bright future right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netherlands, your ticket to a global community&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;image sources: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://costarica.nlambassade.org/contents/library/6/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://costarica.nlambassade.org/contents/library/6/001.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-9062947839761746852?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/9062947839761746852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=9062947839761746852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/9062947839761746852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/9062947839761746852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/zeg-hello-aan-nederland.html' title='Zeg Hello aan Nederland!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SdCpyGT32UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OrCkf0qEJpg/s72-c/kompetiblogbadge-neo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3056232664155962911</id><published>2009-03-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:31:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to say :&lt;br /&gt;"CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOR YUKE, MY BELOVED BESTIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND FOR HER NEW HUBBY, BUDI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ACTUALLY I DON'T KNOW HIM FOR SURE :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOR THE BRAND NEW DAYS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/ScuRdl5qMBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jVXhg90F1Y0/s1600-h/P1020876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317503722617188370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/ScuRdl5qMBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jVXhg90F1Y0/s320/P1020876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3056232664155962911?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'm really into his songs! AAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Number One&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Adhitia Sofyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you hate Monday&lt;br /&gt;We can make this like a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And all the fuss and whine will over&lt;br /&gt;As we drive in to the madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With breakfast on the go&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dine on city lights&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I tell you to just sit back&lt;br /&gt;Cause my girl, they all don’t matter (any longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don’t even have to try&lt;br /&gt;You’re already my number one&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need the mellow tunes&lt;br /&gt;And all the lines you’ve wasted over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if time goes too soon&lt;br /&gt;We’ll stay up all night an make it slower&lt;br /&gt;And when the morning comes between us&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just get ready to start it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2664770785708915225?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2664770785708915225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2664770785708915225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2664770785708915225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2664770785708915225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1421101567888142989</id><published>2009-03-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:54:20.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cikicikibombom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adelaide Sky&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Adhitia Sofyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;These coffee cups are getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Mind the people passing by&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'll be leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly away tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit a cliché&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky&lt;br /&gt;Would you be kind enough to remember&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky&lt;br /&gt;Would you be kind enough to remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I wish they've made you portable&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll carry you around and round&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll look good on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly away tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun&lt;br /&gt;I'll repeat the cliché&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to call you soon&lt;br /&gt;But we're in different times&lt;br /&gt;You might not be home now&lt;br /&gt;Would you take a message&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;And fight your presence in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memilihmu&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Adhitia Sofyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memilihmu perlu persiapan dan mental&lt;br /&gt;Bagai memilih masuk ke sekolah unggulan&lt;br /&gt;Memilihmu bisa makan waktu yang panjang&lt;br /&gt;Satpam depan suruh aku ambil nomor tunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak pernah jadi murid yang terpandai&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu lama slalu membuatku bosan&lt;br /&gt;Kubawa pergi mimpiku berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikiciki bombom out the door&lt;br /&gt;I'll never gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Cikiciki bom I'm outta here&lt;br /&gt;I'll never gonna get you anyway&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memilihmu perlu kemampuan yang total&lt;br /&gt;Gitarku saja tak cukup tuk jadi andalan&lt;br /&gt;Memilihmu terpaksa menjadi pilihan&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dirimu yang mengusik mimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak pernah jadi pilihan terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku sebaiknya bangun dari tidurku&lt;br /&gt;Dan bawa pergi mimpiku berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutinggal pesan untukkmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak punya banyak waktu&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin di lain waktu&lt;br /&gt;Kau ada waktu tuk dengar aku&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saatnya ku pergi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&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/269056187187799275-1421101567888142989?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1421101567888142989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1421101567888142989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1421101567888142989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1421101567888142989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/cikicikibombom.html' title='cikicikibombom'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-696697803662626368</id><published>2009-03-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:32:33.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do re mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Lately I love listening to Jack Johnson and Adhitia Sofyan. My sister told me about them. Jack Johnson's songs are incredibly soothing, espescially when there will be an exam the next day, so I always turn it on when I'm studying. I love 'Monsoon' and 'Sleep Through the Static' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sb5f7AcyO-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9KMldRy7gFA/s1600-h/JACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313790077681417186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sb5f7AcyO-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9KMldRy7gFA/s320/JACK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Adhitia Sofyan has a Kings Of Convenience-likely character of voice, that I directly fell in love in his songs. Simple, and easy listening. He offers his fans to download his mp3s for free in his blog, see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adhitiasofyan.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;http://adhitiasofyan.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt; he also made the OST of kambing jantan. I don't know which song it is.  This one's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Reality&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Adhitia Sofyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying lately to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those little lambs complaining they're getting tired&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may and I would fell off my bed&lt;br /&gt;I know just what the cure is it's gonna work&lt;br /&gt;I need to get you by my side&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I try to catch you I stumble and I fall&lt;br /&gt;How do I begin to finish this never ending fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back to reality&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing the thing you always do&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in misery while starring at your photograph&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing my grip to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up turn on the TV for a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Reruns I've seen to many on the animal show&lt;br /&gt;The tiger runs after the dear and he finally catches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the end of the rainbow not far away&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm gonna let it slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sb5f7OEbWTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQrDR-y-LVc/s1600-h/ADHU.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313790081337350450" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sb5f7OEbWTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQrDR-y-LVc/s320/ADHU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-696697803662626368?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/696697803662626368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=696697803662626368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/696697803662626368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/696697803662626368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-re-mi.html' title='do re mi'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/Sb5f7AcyO-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9KMldRy7gFA/s72-c/JACK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8991133214003043383</id><published>2009-03-12T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:27:22.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creamy mushroom soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbnuPC7ifBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HPpzspAcb5w/s1600-h/CREAMY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312539177712253970" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbnuPC7ifBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HPpzspAcb5w/s320/CREAMY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;gara2 ulangan terpadu bahasa inggris ada creamy mushroom soup recipe, gw jadi ngiler. dan alhasil gw pulang ke tamara dulu dan belanja bahan2nya. now I'm boiling the potatoes first... this is the recipe. berhubung lagi pantang, so I decided not to use any meat. I substitute it with brocolli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. fresh mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;5 tbsp. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 med. onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp.salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. white pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. milk&lt;br /&gt;1 (10 3/4 oz.) can condensed chicken broth (4 cubes)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. half &amp;amp; half or milk&lt;br /&gt;1 (10 oz.) pkg. frozen, chopped broccoli, cooked &amp;amp; drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to cook:&lt;br /&gt;Chop half the mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Slice remaining half.&lt;br /&gt;In 3 quart saucepan over medium heat, melt 2 tablespoons butter.&lt;br /&gt;Add sliced mushrooms; cook until tender. Remove.&lt;br /&gt;In same saucepan over medium heat, melt remaining 3 tablespoons butter.&lt;br /&gt;Add chopped mushrooms and onions; cook until tender.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in flour, salt and pepper until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Cook, stirring constantly 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually stir in milk and chicken broth.&lt;br /&gt;Cook, stirring constantly, until mixture boils and thickens.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in half and half (or milk), slice mushrooms and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;Cook until heated. 6 (1 cup) servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sllrpp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add some bread and some cheese in it... And also I use 3 potatoes that will be cut into dices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8991133214003043383?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8991133214003043383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8991133214003043383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8991133214003043383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8991133214003043383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/creamy-mushroom-soup.html' title='creamy mushroom soup'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbnuPC7ifBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HPpzspAcb5w/s72-c/CREAMY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-328357822504679997</id><published>2009-03-12T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:27:00.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>click!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY47T7iTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JoaVtUwGM_k/s1600-h/wavytummy246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312304601733237042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY47T7iTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JoaVtUwGM_k/s320/wavytummy246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prs : gold roof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4qtf29I/AAAAAAAAAJY/tECYz_Ak5zo/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312304597277072338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4qtf29I/AAAAAAAAAJY/tECYz_Ak5zo/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oxf : sunday's destination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4p34yXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mhPGOyBlsO4/s1600-h/wavytummy254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312304597052213618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4p34yXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mhPGOyBlsO4/s320/wavytummy254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prs : state-of-the-art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4f28WEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bV_FXLue-eA/s1600-h/edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312304594363897922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4f28WEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bV_FXLue-eA/s320/edited2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ldn : perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4EapplI/AAAAAAAAAJA/siCVkJoDMFg/s1600-h/wavytummy106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312304586997474898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY4EapplI/AAAAAAAAAJA/siCVkJoDMFg/s320/wavytummy106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ldn : london eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkbVLCUj9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/kHnQBRcNJx0/s1600-h/wavytummy037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307286013939666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkbVLCUj9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/kHnQBRcNJx0/s320/wavytummy037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oxf : lidya's future home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-328357822504679997?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/328357822504679997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=328357822504679997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/328357822504679997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/328357822504679997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/click.html' title='click!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbkY47T7iTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JoaVtUwGM_k/s72-c/wavytummy246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1203991402223020709</id><published>2009-03-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:19:27.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JJF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are some pics of the JJF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhGHh_pLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9qpWQ7BryRU/s1600-h/n1045851666_344630_429475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310835880817042610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhGHh_pLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9qpWQ7BryRU/s320/n1045851666_344630_429475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jason's incredibly hot act&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhF8H3F-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYqaUN3armw/s1600-h/n1045851666_344643_292361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310835877754640354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhF8H3F-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYqaUN3armw/s320/n1045851666_344643_292361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me-yuke-lidya in happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFu-94tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LJJjBD4je0M/s1600-h/n1045851666_344648_7022067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310835874227675858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFu-94tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LJJjBD4je0M/s320/n1045851666_344648_7022067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lidya-me-benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFR1LJZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LZfMizSVlG0/s1600-h/2529_1103351497758_1045851666_344659_3217383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310835866401973650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFR1LJZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LZfMizSVlG0/s320/2529_1103351497758_1045851666_344659_3217383_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; love this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFDl3VqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TQDFPqBvtFE/s1600-h/n1045851666_344629_2560741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310835862579664546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhFDl3VqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TQDFPqBvtFE/s320/n1045851666_344629_2560741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jason i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1203991402223020709?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1203991402223020709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1203991402223020709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1203991402223020709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1203991402223020709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/jjf.html' title='JJF'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SbPhGHh_pLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9qpWQ7BryRU/s72-c/n1045851666_344630_429475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3918139810138729254</id><published>2009-03-07T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:15:55.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8 o'clock this morning. A bit earlier than usual, because I slept at 3 pm yesterday. Yes, I was sleepy, absolutely sleepy. I went to java jazz festival on Friday to go to Jason Mraz's superb gig. I was a bit late with Yuke, so we couldn't see his opening act. But overall Jason's gig was incredibly hot! I LOVE JASON MRAZ! his stage act was cool, so jazzy and he even took some photos with his polaroid cam and threw it to the fans. I was about 7-10 meters from the stage. gyaaaaa. After the Jason's show was over, at about 8 PM, my friends and I tried to find some food. But in the end, we separated because of the crowd. I watched some of the other shows. they all are cool but I don't really know their name. haha. Then I met Benny, my ex, and watch tigerwood or smth feat. santana with him. I knew nothing to say to him so I texted Beki and Yuke to go find me asap. I went home and arrived at home in 1 o'clock, and I ad some conversation with my sister, and went to bed at 2 o'clock. I got up at 4.11 to go to school, and went home at 2.30 pm. so I took a bath, went to bed and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found myself in the morning, still in the bed. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3918139810138729254?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3918139810138729254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3918139810138729254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3918139810138729254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3918139810138729254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1122280152995358962</id><published>2009-03-01T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:11:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun day</title><content type='html'>Another stay-in-home-weekend this sunday is. but I enjoy it so much that I could have time to heal my a-week full-burden.This morning my mother and I went to Cilandak, then met my friends, Yonat and Yurika and Yonat's parents, to find a proper boarding house.But what we found was only some poor-condition and harmful-look-like boarding houses. So we went to see some apartment, like Beverly Tower (so tawdry name for an apartment..) and Parama (this one sounds better, but it's older) and they said that we have to pay in dollars. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I consider apartment as the last choice, but the others agreed to rent an apartment together. noooo nooo, too expensive and I can't stand of being in one room with someone for a long time, even if with my bestie. Meanwhile, the parents seem don't agree to let us sleep in those dull and uncertain boarding house. to risky, they said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my mother.. my lovely momma, said.. that it's better for me to study in Semarang, because there are lots of my family. NOOO! BOOHOO! I couldn't live in that narrow-amusementless-city! huhu.. I wish I could manage this thing as soon as possible so I can find the proper-yet cheap enough- boarding house. All I need to have is only air con. and clean bathroom. that's all. I need no internet connection. Just le me be independent. and of course gimme a single bedroom so that nobody would disturb me :)&lt;br /&gt;and I would finish the undergrad soon so I could escape to another country, haha I wish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1122280152995358962?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1122280152995358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1122280152995358962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1122280152995358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1122280152995358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun-day.html' title='sun day'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4528377123479751631</id><published>2009-02-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:08:38.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>misa kelas</title><content type='html'>akhirnya selese juga misa kelas. sukses dan menyenangkan :) kita pilih tema nya pertobatan gitu, berhubung lagi rabu abu. judulnya when the rain stops falling. sedih gitu. gw pegang music di belakang piano, haha. dekornya bagus gitu, item semua, ada payung transparan, kristal2 layaknya air gitu, awan2 mendung.. musiknya pake suara ujan terus.. geledek. kita pake teru teru bozu banyak gitu, teks misa nya juga pake teru2 bozu. lucu banget deh, kecil2 putih kayak pocong gitu. overall sih misanya sukses, banyak yang nangis gitu, walaupun banyak kesalahan kecil seperti salah dialog, musik gw kepelanan, 'kertas2' biru ga jatoh2, haha.. tapi sukses! i love social class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4528377123479751631?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4528377123479751631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4528377123479751631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4528377123479751631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4528377123479751631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/02/misa-kelas.html' title='misa kelas'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6742932808724260949</id><published>2009-02-20T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:37:55.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another friday evening</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's been Friday again, and time to have some rest.. I'm listening to Jubing Kristianto and trying to memorize 22pages of history book on my dull brain. And lately I loved googling photos of UK views, like typing 'Belfast','Bath','Birmingham', 'Bristol', 'Edinburgh' in the google search as if I plan to live there -_- haha. I wish. My momma asked me to put some mp3s in her new cellphone, and I'm thinking hard what type of music she likes to hear, or at least she used to listen. She just bought a new futuristic cellphone which is too difficult for her according to me. It even has a ms word, pdf, etc in it and bla3. I don't even understand 'em all..anw my silly-but-lovely cousin named Tissy tried to persuade me to visit FKUI open house (WTF?!) because there will be babies in formaline-I din't know how to say it-and it is a very rare opportunities.. haha you're such a FREAK, tisssongg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss England..&lt;br /&gt;I always want to go back there, even if through a dream, boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I'll save my money and go back there..&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the rest of my age there.. haha&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda-my dream city to live in- in the future, edinburgh. far away from the buzz and bustle of urban living etc, no pollution, cold weather, dry air.. having a cup of hot Earl Grey tea and some biscuits and jam in the backyard of my full of flowers and trees-home, with my grandchildren and my old but lovely husband.. haha. no traffic jam, no cockroach, rainy country, what else? I need no club or another nightlife things,I prefer to have a glass of beer in the English pub, and go home on 8 pm, take my black dog walk around the neighbourhood,no need to drive as there are many buses every minute with great condition. I only need some restfulness place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897796721942386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SZ7IcIddH3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Cw1YTlZzY5s/s320/EdinburghCastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw my niece just added me in FB. So I viewed hers, and I found a line of strange word in her profile, a 10 years old girl's FB profile : 'Hi peop! OMG! I'm seriously into fashion!' w..wh..at? My niece?..what a very urban girl she is. actually I think she is going to go to junior hi school in Sydeny or smth, maybe her family wants to get citinzenship of Aussie. and my family becomes very very small.. everyone moves out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tmrrw I'll have a history test and rehearsal for the mass visualization until 3 pm. what a tiring week. happy weekend..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6742932808724260949?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6742932808724260949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6742932808724260949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6742932808724260949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6742932808724260949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-friday-evening.html' title='another friday evening'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SZ7IcIddH3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Cw1YTlZzY5s/s72-c/EdinburghCastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3984190909682680866</id><published>2009-02-12T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:51:25.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gogirl! wannabe</title><content type='html'>Today I had lots of fun even if I studied a lot too. It was just because a page of magazine that Nadia and I read in the back of the class. Gogirl. and the magazine asks some girls "If the capital city is going to be moved, which other city do you suggest?" and the girls answer normally, but with.. strange and freaky way. So we act like em and debby recorded us. Maybe she was too.. interested or smth, that she suddenly fell down from the desk and got trapped in it.. We were like gobsmacked, feel pity of her, but tried not to laugh, too..but finally we tried to get her out of that desk, but by giggling... what a day.. I laughed like I've lost my sanity.. and got a bit stomachache because of too much laughing. haha.. high school really never ends..maybe the third year of senior hi is the very difficult time for us, but this time is also the very fun, crazy and delightful time for me :) love all my besties.&lt;br /&gt;anw I'll be part of the gradnite committee, yeah maybe it will suck a big part of my long holiday, but at least it will gimme some chance to keep healthy- I mean I won't stay at home like hibernating fat girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3984190909682680866?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3984190909682680866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3984190909682680866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3984190909682680866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3984190909682680866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/02/gogirl-wannabe.html' title='gogirl! wannabe'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7001687862811608565</id><published>2009-02-03T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:20:31.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pots of gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pots Of Gold-Mamasgun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna waste a lifetime chasing pots of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna miss the sunshine standing in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the one who's left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna catch a glimpse of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'mon darlin', now we've started something that we've both gotta want to see right through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know darlin' that I would rather give it up than waste these precious moments with you, baby that won't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I don't wanna waste a lifetime chasing pots of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna miss the sunshine standing in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the one who's left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna catch a glimpse of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No i don't wanna be the one who lets you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you I couldn't bear to live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'mon darlin', now we've started something that we've both gotta See right through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know darlin' that I would rather give it up than waste these precious moments with you, no baby that won't do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh baby that won't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I don't wanna waste a lifetime chasing pots of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna miss the sunshine standing in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be the one who's left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna catch a glimpse of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I don't wanna waste a lifetime chasing pots of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna miss the good times standing in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No i don't wanna be the one who lets you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you I couldn't bear to live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So c'mon darlin', now we've started something that we've both gotta see right through&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone has the mp3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7001687862811608565?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7001687862811608565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7001687862811608565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7001687862811608565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7001687862811608565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/02/pots-of-gold.html' title='pots of gold'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7662105531247722266</id><published>2009-02-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:59:38.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whether the weather</title><content type='html'>Yes, I always want to know whether the weather is nice or not to do my activities. I don't really like when it is sunny or hot. Too humid, I think. And the rainy season has come right now, which makes me always in a good mood. Not absolutely, maybe with a bit swallow-yellow-mellow touch :)&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to slow beat Indonesian music such as maliq, dygta,dua,marcell, andre hehanusa, and etc, while it is raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I'm not in love. I'm just enjoying the ambience of my homework-less evening. Recall what had happened in my entire life, esp my adolescence. Those beautiful things, sadness, full of courage experiences passed by and became memories, too fast that I even didn't realize how fast the time went by. Now I know why I should have had those bitter things, and also the sweet one. And I know, even if I don't look like 'have been maturer', deep inside my heart and my brain, I've been a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;I used to get mad easily when I was in junior hi, but now I'm no longer bad-tempered person now.Not the too-much-being-spoiled girl anymore, and no longer love to get lover easily. But I've become more... introvert? and ignorant. I don't like to talk about my feeling to my friends directly, and I don't care what people would say about me. I found out my own way to enjoy my life as I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it is called rain effect, makes us relaxed and turn on their relaxing music and forget all the burden.&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm looking for the best style to cut my bang, but I won't cut my hair until it's long enough to be cool-ponytailed (actually I wanna be a lil bit 'cool and mature' because I'm going to be a college student, haha) But the bang... annoys me so much, disturbs my sight. I'll cut it when I get spare time.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in passing my exams, try outS and others.. I will try as hard as I can to do them well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7662105531247722266?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7662105531247722266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7662105531247722266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7662105531247722266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7662105531247722266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/02/whether-weather.html' title='whether the weather'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2165021513316788910</id><published>2009-01-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:08:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absent absent absent</title><content type='html'>today I don't go to school because I'm having stomachache, maag maybe? I even couldn't get up from my bed this morning. I've swallowed more than 5 medicine today. and uncountable amount yesterday. So I decided not to go to school. shit, there are too much lessons that I miss today..and there will be economy-afternoon class which is so important to me. Hope I'd be better soon. I don't like to be absent from class... It's only about 3 months left to prepare my final exam. grraaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2165021513316788910?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2165021513316788910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2165021513316788910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2165021513316788910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2165021513316788910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/absent-absent-absent.html' title='absent absent absent'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8526627359049983375</id><published>2009-01-27T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:16:52.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm having my holiday right now. Tmrrw I'll have my paper exam. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been like dork lately, I think I've lost my brain. I don't want to be with other peop, and I'm just like.. introvert? haha silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I need no one, neither does anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to be transparent, so that nobody notices while I'm around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let me be what I want to be, no need to comment on my behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just let the time wash my transparency away, and turn me into gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ya I love gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gray covers me when I struggle on my own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gray lets me hide myself under its layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Stuffed by boredom,  craving for imaginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;trapped in own brain gaol, and being a heap of useless things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well I think I have no more time left to waste, so it's better for me not to discuss about those 'feeling' things. Wasting time, like other brainless girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8526627359049983375?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8526627359049983375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8526627359049983375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8526627359049983375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8526627359049983375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6446680328298492705</id><published>2009-01-17T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:35:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All I hear is raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Falling on the rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh baby tell me &lt;em&gt;why’d you have to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cause this pain I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It wont go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And today &lt;strong&gt;I’m officially missing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I thought that from this heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I could escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I fronted long enough to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There ain’t no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And todayI’m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;Oh can’t nobody do it like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Said &lt;em&gt;every little thing you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey baby say it &lt;em&gt;stays on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I, I’m officially&lt;br /&gt;All I do is lay around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Two ears &lt;em&gt;full of tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From looking at your face on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just a week ago you were my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now I don’t even know you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don’t know you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;I wish that you would call me&lt;/em&gt; right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So that I could get through to you somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I guess it’s safe to say baby safe to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That I’m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;I thought I could just get over you&lt;/em&gt; baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I see that’s something I just can’t do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From the way you would hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To the &lt;em&gt;sweet things you told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just can’t find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;let go of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know that I’m missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All I hear is raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I’m officially missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;..dedicated for the one I was used to talk to, and now is even too busy to text me..for the one whom I made a fault on, and whom I always thought about. For the one whom I call&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6446680328298492705?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6446680328298492705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6446680328298492705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6446680328298492705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6446680328298492705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/omy.html' title='OMY'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4649975965674416531</id><published>2009-01-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:52:29.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God it's Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at 6.30 and yuke picked me up to go to school together. Our school start at 8 o'clock today, because we held a mass to celebrate 150th years of our school. It was fun, the short movie was great, the mass went on well, we sang happily and even Meutia Hatta came and gave some words. They made an enormous white cake with 150 candles. I wondered what will happen if  they bought 'crazy' candle, that can hardly be blown up. Haha... Then my school gave us plastic file and pencil case. And we also got ricebox. Then I went home with Yuke again, and her parents asked whether we wanted to eat in Ragusa or no. Of course we agreed. After I went home, I put my goods and changed my clothes. Then Anders picked me up and we went to MEGA BEKASI, haha what a place it is. We got confused in it, when we were looking for XXI. Then we watched Bedtime Stories. It was awfully funny, I laughed a lot. But I think Madagascar 2 is better. And the time went so fast, Anders drove me home. Actually we talked a lot, joked and laughed. But still it's not enough for me C: he's so kind and mature. How could I have ever dated him? He's too good to be my ex. Perhaps it would be better if I just kept him as my very bestfriend ever. I'm officially missing him right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my sister and I start learning French. A friend of mother taught us. Actually I don't have any desire to learn it, but I have to accompany my sister. It was really interesting, but I was too tired to digest them. I get no problem at all on pronouncing 'R', beside my sister gets. But she (as always) keeps having her brain sticked on its  place even though it's time to go to sleep, but I don't. It was about 10 o'clock when I felt like losing my brain. Yeah, French is kinda high class language, but I prefer Dutch. Dutch is easier-perhaps. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think my brain is going to explode right now, and I have to take my long hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4649975965674416531?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4649975965674416531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4649975965674416531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4649975965674416531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4649975965674416531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god-its-saturday.html' title='Thank God it&apos;s Saturday'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4889667174608146895</id><published>2009-01-16T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:21:31.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>elementary reunion</title><content type='html'>Yes, my friends held a spontaneous elementary reunion. I attended it. And it was... terrible. Actually my purpose to join the event only to meet my childhood friend, Niken who has moved to NZ, and some of my besties.  You know, people change. And also my friends and I. It was just like I couldn't get into their conversation, and even I wasn't interested to. I talked a lot with Ajeng, Mariska, Vania, Jonathan, Maria, Ray, and etc. I met Christian, and he becomes so cute and lil bit cool :) But I didn't feel like it is the reunion that I waited for. We change as the time goes by. They acted (according to me) boorish. Smoked in the non-smoking area, screamed and shouted like they were in the jungle. They also use their mouth to speak tukang ojek-language, with no manner I mean. Anw we took photos a lot, and I was too sleepy to join the photo session, so I don't have any in my cellphone. There are lots of my photos in my friends'. Just wait till they tag me in the facebook. What a facebook fever we are having now.&lt;br /&gt;And the second thing that make me upset is that I haven't get any opportunity and time to meet Anders. FYI, Anders is one of my very childhood friend. I've known him since we were born in Semarang, both of our parents have known each other before. And 2 days before my daddy passed away, Anders and his plane went to Melbourne. He called me when I didn't have any words to say, but he comforted me with those silly words. Actually he is one of my ex, but I don't feel like one, because we still act like dorky silly friends. And right now he is having his summer holiday and will be back to Melbourne in February. And he will enter the university, and forget all the things in Indonesia. I just hope to meet him at least once, before we are separated by things. And he is always busy with those games stuff. I've texted him so many times and he didn't reply any. He said he is eager to see me and have some fun together, but till now he hasn't try to gimme any of his time. F*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I have to go, I have to accompany my sis to meet her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4889667174608146895?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4889667174608146895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4889667174608146895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4889667174608146895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4889667174608146895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/elementary-reunion.html' title='elementary reunion'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5245945210847063198</id><published>2009-01-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:37:44.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>I have a very relieving day today- off from heavy rough activities. It's over- the big event preparation is over. And from tomorrow on, I have to move on- I mean continue my normal high school daily activites. Yesterday on 10th January 2009, my school held a big event to celebrate the 150th 'anniversary'. 'Pensi 15oth St. Ursula' was held in JITEC, Mangga Dua. I took part in this event as the sound director, and Marci accompanied me by being an volume-assistant and of course an calming-down partner for I was a very awfully and panicky-sound director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   So it had been prepared- all of the stuff. The music, the list, and of course the rumpled rundown in my hand. I was ready, and never thought of this kind of risk before. It's about 12 o'clock, we were about to do the final rehearsal at 1 o'clock and I was preparing firda's notebook and did sound-checking. The music play well in the previous day- and so in the morning. I was sure about it. Then when the blackman were about to do their exercise- which meant I have to play the 'Low', the music sounded like squeaky or something, and I could swear I did hear something strange, there were another voice interrupted the song, yeah yeah I admit it, I was a little bit superstitious- and the 'flower in the rain' even didn't sound anything! Imagine how panic I was- I was about to cry but Firda and Dora came up with their panic too, so I tried not to be panic. Puput and Cacha were the only two that kept calm. Dora said that maybe it's because we hadn't prayed yet. I think so. If I put off the cable that connect the notebook and the speaker, the song sounds normal. So that wasn't the notebook's problem. But it wasn't the speakers either, because the other song could be played well. The technician kept chirping as if it was our fault- not their fault.I was going to buy T-Pain's CD in the cassette store in the mall- when suddenly we found Mr.Arif, my IT teacher. He helped us- I don't know how- but he said that the technician must change the cable jack- it's broken. So the problem's been handled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   My desk job were only to play songs for Sanur FM and St.Ursula history part only. The other part were screen's job. So we started the rehearsal- with unreliable screen technician and confused Mr.Mickey- screen director. As I'd presumed before, screen didn't play well- and the stage manager kept asking to pass the screen part- and continue the sound by mine. And I did a lot of fault. So the rehearsal seemed so awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Marci felt hungry half an hour before the event begin, so we decided to go down and buy something in A&amp;amp;W. But when we wanted to get back, we got lost. We moved from one elevator to each elevator- and even we entered a wedding! But finally we found JITEC and got back to our place as quickly as we could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And it was started at 6 o'clock. I was so nervous that my hands kept shaking, I felt a lil bit dizzy and got stomachache (FYI, I kept going to the toilet all day long since I got diare yesterday), and I was sweating. I couldn't calm down. I was afraid that I ruin the event by playing the false song and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And yes, I did a big fault, I had to keep playing the mass song till the mass part over- but I didn't pay attention on its duration- so when it had finished, the song continued to the next song- which is 'lenggang penari', before the mass part finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And there were so many other fault that were caused by the screen technician indeed- and the cool stage manager named Kak Muluk kept calm and stopped the screen's sound and asked me to play the music from mine. So the screen played without its audio- and was changed by my audio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And when it was finished, I screamed happily and thanked all the people around me who had worked with me, esp Pak Efri, Kak Muluk, Wita, Marci, Pak Mickey, and the being-scolded-by-me-technicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I was relieved- and when my TPSU friends hugged me, I was a lil bit touched that I cried- they said it wouldn't had gone well if Marci and I weren't there. Thanks, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And that's all. I felt like missing something that we do not go home in the afternoon anymore-to prepare this event- I may be missing my TPSU friends again, now we have to separate again and wait for the regeneration of TPSU that will make me so sad. And also this is the last event that we worked together for. At last, I will have to say bye to TPSU- with my lovely friends and adorable teacher named Pak Efri. I will miss you guys badly after graduated from high school..&lt;/div&gt;I hope there'll be another big event that can gather us again one more. LOVE YOU, TPSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290075332575111810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SWoffKkyKoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7Wrud6Cd3gQ/s320/GASPS!115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290075333660191842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SWoffOnfLGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bwh9SlVs-Jo/s320/GASPS!133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sing it, SERVIAM! *ahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-5245945210847063198?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5245945210847063198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5245945210847063198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5245945210847063198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5245945210847063198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensi.html' title='hello'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SWoffKkyKoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7Wrud6Cd3gQ/s72-c/GASPS!115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7902843758908866236</id><published>2008-12-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:04:25.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monday</title><content type='html'>monday monday? Today I woke up at 5 am and went to school because TPSU has to finish the properties for pensi. We gathered in sports hall and started painting styrofoam and etc. kinda boring, and.. jobless actually. haha even I could sleep for a while. Then I went home by bus. If you people get used to take public transportation, esp buses, you may often meet some singing beggars. I've met many kinds of them, such as no-ability to sing-but forced to do it-singer, undescribeable singer, civilian singer, little boy singer, group singer, and etc. I did met some who sang 'alay' song, uncompetent-english song, pop with awkward voices, very adorable voice, until jazz song, which was sung nicely, better than the real singer. and today I met 3 kinds of singing beggar. First one, a little boy- about 4 years- that moved his bottle that full of rice- and sang like he knows nothing about note. but I gave him 500. The second one, a group of 3 teenagers, one man who played guitar, and 2 girls who sang nicely. I loved their play a lot, but I had no money to give. The third one was 2 nice-2o years old guys- with very best voices- sang some english songs. And at that time, I had had some coins to give- I gave 'em one thousands. great, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw I remembered, when I was in Oxford, digging a bunch of t-shirts to be given to beki- in a souvenir stall near christchurch, the seller-a native tried to know where I come from. I said indonesia. and he didn't know what is it. He asked what the currency is, and I answered rupiah. He wanted to take a look at my rupiah- and I gave him a five thousands rupiahs, and he was gobsmacked. I said I only could get a bowl of meatball in my country by that 5000. But he kept refusing that money- till finally he grimaced- and received it. haha.. he thought 5000 is a big amount of money. what a shame for me..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the bad mood right now- for a friend who isn't really serious- and doesn't have enough manner to ask a friend to go out- even if he studies abroad, I don't mind if we don't meet or hang out at all- unless he asks me politely. damn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7902843758908866236?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7902843758908866236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7902843758908866236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7902843758908866236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7902843758908866236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-monday.html' title='monday monday'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8232997998273372024</id><published>2008-12-27T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:49:25.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>todays' report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;very fatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day for my friends and me, haha. At first, I went to Istora Senayan to watch GPMB with my friends. Sanur's performance was cool, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as we've predicted before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was around 10 o'clock, and we got bored while Latansa something was starting to perform.Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finka, Odey, Yuke, Lidya, Ubby, Winda and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; moved to Sency by odeys' car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ15ep7II/AAAAAAAAAGk/mte84dfw_x8/s1600-h/GASPS!114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284509995263192194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ15ep7II/AAAAAAAAAGk/mte84dfw_x8/s320/GASPS!114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nadia wore the gray one, nadiaaaaaaaa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; uuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it started there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to food court, and ate like never eaten before. I ate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with ubby as usual, and then we directly went to XXI to buy the madagascar 2 tickets. Lidya had gone somewhere with her bf, and she asked us to buy the tickets first for her. She didn't want to introduce her bf to us (or he bf didn't want to? haha) so we bought 6 tickets in row A and 2 tickets in front of us, in row B :D so we could watch them doing everything wahahaha. Madagascar 2 was incredibly fuuuunnnyy. we laughed a lottt and I couldn't stop laughing. After that, we were separated with lidya and her bf. then we went down to krispy kreme. Yuke had gone home at that time. We ordered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;some donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and 1&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and we sat in cozy sofa in the smoking room. no one was there so we chatted and chirped like noisy bird, took photos, and even winda slept there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZbE2ec3DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/u7kHa9adV-k/s1600-h/GASPS!122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284511351666695218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZbE2ec3DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/u7kHa9adV-k/s320/GASPS!122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;candid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ4DNQpBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDda5SY3IO0/s1600-h/GASPS!118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284510032234325010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ4DNQpBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDda5SY3IO0/s320/GASPS!118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dede ubi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ30DGobI/AAAAAAAAAG0/27j2wKUh1mg/s1600-h/GASPS!120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284510028165194162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ30DGobI/AAAAAAAAAG0/27j2wKUh1mg/s320/GASPS!120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dede ubi irma odey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ3po5gaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/trR8MI67xRw/s1600-h/GASPS!119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284510025370927522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ3po5gaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/trR8MI67xRw/s320/GASPS!119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after satisfied with those fatty junk food, we crossed the street to PS, dropped winda to meet her friends, dropped dede in ratu plaza, and then Ubi and I went up to buy some DVDs. Then we went back to PS to pick winda up, but she hadn't finished yet. So we bought.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new zealand ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. fattyy, I've told u right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Gading to drive winda home. But finally we went to Gramedia, and then to sogo to buy some cosmetics for my mom. then winda said " hhmm.. I'm a lil bit hungry, why don't we buy some ice cream? the cheap one.." but then we decided to go to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BK again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our always-lunch-for-junk food eaters. We bought 3 packs of burger and coke, and also 1 large french fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some warm-lovely-besties' conversation between winda, ubi, and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when I arrived at home, my sister had been ready to have dinner with me. She waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ate again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork pigpork&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/269056187187799275-8232997998273372024?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8232997998273372024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8232997998273372024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8232997998273372024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8232997998273372024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-report.html' title='todays&apos; report'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVZZ15ep7II/AAAAAAAAAGk/mte84dfw_x8/s72-c/GASPS!114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3044101688985998756</id><published>2008-12-25T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:45:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>task from nerissa</title><content type='html'>nerooong my lovely oxford trip-mate gimme a 'tasks' that should be pass to some next people. It's such an awkward and silly game, and I will not pass it to my friends anyway, or they will consider me as a freak. no offense, ner.. haha.. it asks us about our love story. my love story? &lt;strong&gt;have none of it&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha my love stories are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boring and disgusting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D I don't crave for boys, and I only have one dream in my mind right now, which is to finish my high school, then my undergraduate as soon as possible and go straightly to oxford, amsterdam, brussels or paris to get my master's degree. haha that's not a love story ya ner? haha ok punch me, oh dumb dumb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I was disappointed because I couldn't give my greetings directly to my mom on mothers' day. I only texted her and asked her to open the fridge, to find the present from me. I only gave her a bunch of blueberry and peanut chocs with a folded-and-pulled card. The card was funny and unique, 'moms' written in the cover, and when we pull the right and left side, the words "&lt;strong&gt;moms make children blossoms&lt;/strong&gt;" will appear and there are two colourful-pink and yellow flowers in both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely, isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw happy belated mothers' day, mom! i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3044101688985998756?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3044101688985998756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3044101688985998756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3044101688985998756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3044101688985998756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/12/task-from-nerissa.html' title='task from nerissa'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8046279813704239623</id><published>2008-12-24T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:18:38.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's christmas day! merry xmas everyone!! I love the christmas because it means rainy season is coming. It also means shopping time, and delicious cakes are around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting fatter and fatter.. argh. I do love and hate holiday in an equal way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just arrived at home yesterday morning. I think yesterday is the end of my real holiday because I still have to finish my damn working paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 5 days-trip to my hometown is enjoyable and full of new experience. I went to Juana on 20th Dec in the afternoon. My sister and I took night bus named Pahala Kencana from Cikarang to Juana. It took about 12 hours full of air conditioner and uncomfortable rest time. Eventhough the bus has toilet on it, I really didn't want to use it and I decided not to drink too much, so I only went to the toilet about 2 times. The bus stopped in Cirebon at 9 pm. We had our dinner quickly and got on the bus. Then we continue our sleep-time. I couldn't sleep well and woke up every hour because I was afraid if we had arrived or passed the Juana busstop. Finally we got off the bus at 7 am in Juana. My auntie had been waiting for us since 2 hours before. We took becak to my home. I ate a lot there, played with dog, read magazines, got around the house, and etc. It was just not enough time to explore the big and old house of my family's. I ate tahu lontong, pindang kudus, swikee, and much more. I visited my grandparents' relatives near the house. On the second day, we went along the city by foot, explored the very tiny Juana only about 1 hour. Then we 'played' and took pictures around the house. We have a very big pond and garden there- and also we have some ducks in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634740485957090" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9zXWUJeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PmanM9VMOWo/s320/GASPS!099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ducks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9zG-aUvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BzaaEmgOnW8/s1600-h/GASPS!093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634736090731250" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9zG-aUvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BzaaEmgOnW8/s320/GASPS!093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yX3P3rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fqq7dWnhjDs/s1600-h/GASPS!079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634723444219570" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yX3P3rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fqq7dWnhjDs/s320/GASPS!079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the old window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yrc7zhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RgDmhRiapOc/s1600-h/GASPS!089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634728702561810" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yrc7zhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RgDmhRiapOc/s320/GASPS!089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yN_GAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KCB8uuo1GQk/s1600-h/GASPS!078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634720792772930" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9yN_GAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KCB8uuo1GQk/s320/GASPS!078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the.. gorgeous me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAiFkFKuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WkgYTMEE87c/s1600-h/GASPS!105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637742188964578" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAiFkFKuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WkgYTMEE87c/s320/GASPS!105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the middle-garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 23rd Dec, my auntie'driver drove us to Semarang. I only had 2 days 1 night in Semarang. So after took a nap, my sister, my cousins Ci Yanti, Ko2 Chris and her girlfriend named Eveline and I had dinner together. We ate Chinese food-perhaps one of the finest- in Holiday Restaurant. Then we went to Le Widji in De Koning to eat again. We ordered choc fondue, some pralines, iced Rum Choc and fruit sodas. I loved the champagne pralines and the choc fondue. There were some fruits and biscuits in a bowl- and we stick them with a special forks and dip it into the hot chocolate. There were melon, strawberry, astor, biscuits, banana, pineapple, and much more. Great dinner time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAiWpQbjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vm7h1c3quG0/s1600-h/GASPS!109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637746774076978" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAiWpQbjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vm7h1c3quG0/s320/GASPS!109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAi5-INJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fYNTyQBgXkw/s1600-h/GASPS!110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637756256859282" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAi5-INJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fYNTyQBgXkw/s320/GASPS!110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choc fondue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we went back to Jakarta by train. We went to Tawang station at around 04.30 am and waited there. It took 6 hours to get to Gambir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAjISWzzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SW8auAoczSk/s1600-h/GASPS!113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637760099798834" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVNAjISWzzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SW8auAoczSk/s320/GASPS!113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;central java through the crackled window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my real holiday is over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boohooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to go to Mangga Dua or Plaza Mandiri market to go shopping- the low costs one. I have to go with Niken, and also Anders before they go back to their countries, and go to waterbom PIK with cacha and friends, and many more plans are heading toward me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the working paper? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/269056187187799275-8046279813704239623?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8046279813704239623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8046279813704239623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8046279813704239623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8046279813704239623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='christmas day'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SVM9zXWUJeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PmanM9VMOWo/s72-c/GASPS!099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1090890774208937545</id><published>2008-12-14T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:04:10.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven't written anything for a long time.. haha. It's raining this Sunday afternoon and I'm listening to Erykah Badu, Lisa Ono and Bamboo- while sipping my hot Earl Grey tea in front of my PC, what a nice day C:' &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy lately for meaningless things like doing my endless-assignment, rehearse for my school's anniversary, go to courses, and other bloody hell things. I have no time to take a real rest. I should have done with my chapter III-bloody-assignment right now, but I keep wasting my time and downloading mp3s. I won't have my real end of the year holiday, I think. Because I have to go to school to do TPSU rehearsal on 28-30th dec, and from 2nd until 10th Jan 2009. The school itself will be ended by this weekend, and I will receive my report on this Saturday then. After that,maybe my Sister and I will directly go to Juana, my mother's hometown by night bus. Juana is kind of forgotten old city which has no big mall and left by the youngsters. It's about 3 or 4 hours car trip from Semarang, near Kudus. Juana is renowned by its boneless-milkfish, or Bandeng Juana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impossible Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the plan goes smoothly, this will be our first time to take night bus there, and we'll be on that full of people-bus approximately about 10 hours. Actually my mom offered us to go by plane or train to Semarang, but we want to go straightly to Juana. We'll see then, if we have any desire to go to Semarang, then we'll go. We only have one relative in Juana, and 2 relatives in Semarang, but we want to 'alienate' ourselves from pollution and noise in the city. We miss Juana badly, we miss its dokar or andong, our family's wide-big-and full of memories-home, the mango trees that my cousins and I used to climbed, toys and snacks shop beside our home, the old-and dull- floor, large-and endless-fish ponds, ducks in the backyard, playing fireworks, dogs' bark in the evening, and also eating meatball and drinking coconut in the streetvendor in front of my house in the evening. I plan to go to the small old harbour there, to sightseeing, maybe. Because we will not be allowed to drive any car there, we'll go by andong to the traditional market in the morning, go to the brass-shop only to look around, and then in the afternoon we'll go to the city center by foot. Maybe there will be a lil bit boredom there, but I'm sure there are lot of fun things to do with my sister. I've promised to buy Beki some meatball crackers- if I have any time ya Bek :) Ok let me finish babbling. I'll play and have fun like when I was a little child-eventhough there won't be my big family stay a night there. Miss my big family.. I miss to fire the fireworks together with my cousins, eat together in Bojana Market-Kudus, take a bath in the big bucket- in the garden, playing monopoly in the afternoon, buy ice cream together in the shop next door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I miss them, I miss ko2 Chris and ko2 Irvan who have graduated from the university, ko2 Yanto who has graduated for master degree courses and right now working in MelB, ci Yanti who also has been a surgeon, and Elisea- who is as young as me- and of course my busy sister- Tara -to gather in Juana again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTcfGbdQLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jX4vZjHVjGU/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279587090044895410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTcfGbdQLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jX4vZjHVjGU/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTce7mqZAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O8B9UaWlhVM/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279587087139103746" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTce7mqZAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O8B9UaWlhVM/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I planned to go to Bandung this holiday, but Juana is OK enough. But my mom said that if she's too busy to manage the plan, we'll stay at home and not go to Juana. my holiday is too short to go to Juana,though. haha...I will go to Bandung on January to accompany Dede-who will take the Unpar test.  We'll go in the morning and back home in the evening-maybe. The time to be together with my friends only left about 4 months.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yesterday I went hang out with my friends. After school, Puput, Ubi, Dede and I went to Sency and directly go to XXI, to buy the 'The day The earth stood still' tickets. Then we went to the food court- ate KFC- rice, chicken, and drink. But we were still hungry- and bought more Chicken Strips. And Ubi's side card-as always-worked for our stomach. We then went to Dairy Queen, bought the BLizzard ice cream- pay 2 for 3- and we ate them until our stomach groaned- too full. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we we watched the film- so absurd, abstract, and meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, Puput, Ubi and I went to Sasa's bday party in Takigawa, La Piazza. And then we went home.. I overslept until 11 am this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I have to stop babbling, I should do my working paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTcfDZiC6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gLHybN5FUZE/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1090890774208937545?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1090890774208937545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1090890774208937545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1090890774208937545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1090890774208937545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='december'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SUTcfGbdQLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jX4vZjHVjGU/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4397100274003976151</id><published>2008-10-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:09:54.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capek dan gendut</title><content type='html'>gw baru pulang retret selama 4 hari 3 malem di sukabumi. my first retreat dimana semuanya cewe. bener2 asik, ga ada jaim2nya, bener2 khusuk dan retretnya sama sekali gak ngebosenin. ditambah makanannya yang enak2 dan g pernah kurang, kayaknya minimal gw nambah 3 kg ni. takut nimbang sih. haha. dan badan gw sakit semua karena games2 yang brutal. karena gw udah terlalu ngantuk, gw mau ngepost ttg retretnya besok aja deh C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4397100274003976151?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4397100274003976151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4397100274003976151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4397100274003976151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4397100274003976151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/10/capek-dan-gendut.html' title='capek dan gendut'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4923810311904307179</id><published>2008-10-18T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:44:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halo halo sukabumi</title><content type='html'>aasik besok retretttt... hehe. gw udah selese packing dan gw harus bikin kartul sekarang. pengen cepet besok C: mau duduk sama dede ah, kangen dede. coba sekelas dede, pasti bakal seru bgt kelas gw. I have a lot of friends in class, tapi sampe sekarang ga ada yg cocok banget rasanya. maksudya belom ada yg seklop dede dan ubi gitu. haha..kangen dedeeeee yang selalu sibuk dan sibuk sepanjang minggu :'( dan kangen jalan bareng ubi winda dede dora. haha meaningless banget ni postan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4923810311904307179?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4923810311904307179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4923810311904307179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4923810311904307179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4923810311904307179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/10/halo-halo-sukabumi.html' title='halo halo sukabumi'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2371732706759389771</id><published>2008-10-13T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:41:25.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third weeks of october</title><content type='html'>sekarang tgl 13 oktober. cepet banget ya? haha 4 months left to prepare my final exams. anyway saptu kemaren gw ke party jovi. party nya ga gede2 amat, tapi bener2 cozy.. gelap2 gitu, dan yg dateng semua temen baek jovi. jadi asik banget. sayang cowo dia nggak bisa dateng, sampe dia sedih gitu C: gw cuma ampe jam setengah 11 an gitu sih, itu juga gw tepar. sorenya gw dan ubi baru nonton laskar pelangi yang sangat bagusssssssssssssssssss. haha terus di krispy kreme gw ketemu sama cowo gyuanteng cina2 gitu pake baju bergambar lambang underground nya london. ADUH GANTENG! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway di party nya jovi dihidangkan sushi.. yg sangat enaaak. tapi karena ngantri, dan anak2 sanur makan tanpa hati, sushinya jadi terasa sangat cepat dimakan tanpa dinikmati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SPNrqMDrXuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gN5LtZYiGLI/s1600-h/GASPS!053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256663562606829282" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SPNrqMDrXuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gN5LtZYiGLI/s320/GASPS!053.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;girls love to take mirror-photos C:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw baru pulang dari les toefl nih.. capek banget deh. kan 3 jem. dari jam 6 sampe jam 8. bahkan dari jam 8.15 ke jam 9 gw bener2 g konsen. dan kata si babi (teman satu2nya yg nyambung di tempat les), he is going to take the toefl test in november. kalo udah mencukupi buat univ yg mau dia apply, ya dia berenti les toefl. OMAIGAT! gw bisa mati kebosenan sambil beler2 kalo ga ada si babi, ga ada yg diajak ngbrol masalahnya. ah kambing lah lu babbbbbbb...keselll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok selasa dan masih ada 1 minggu lagi untuk dilalui. pengen cepet2 lulus, tapi ga pengen cepet pisah sama temen2 C: ih basi banget gue. haha.. garing deh post kali ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"it is better not to know you at all, my dear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2371732706759389771?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2371732706759389771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2371732706759389771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2371732706759389771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2371732706759389771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-weeks-of-october.html' title='third weeks of october'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SPNrqMDrXuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gN5LtZYiGLI/s72-c/GASPS!053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1734415683736124854</id><published>2008-10-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:49:45.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday is over</title><content type='html'>today is the last day of my holiday. it wasn't the best holiday for sure, because I had no activities at all, and all that I did is only sleep and eat C: hoahhhhm.&lt;br /&gt;hmm a lil bit dizzy now, I got up at 1 pm today, and then mother, sister and I went to west jakarta to pick our cousin up and drove her to the airport. She went back to Semarang, because she is studying her master degree there. She just spent a week of her holiday in Jakarta, to see her mother, too. So we picked them and went toward to airport. After that, we went to North Jakarta, Pluit to drive my sister to her boarding house. My sister drove the car. yes,  m y s i s t e r , and we arrived safely, without losing any of our fat :3 haha. Then we went back to west jakarta to drive my auntie, and then we went home. and my holiday is over. booohoooo. Tomorrow I'll start my days, my busy days... hate them so arghhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1734415683736124854?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1734415683736124854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1734415683736124854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1734415683736124854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1734415683736124854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-is-over.html' title='holiday is over'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3213099799664785616</id><published>2008-10-03T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:56:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>li li bur bur</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hari menyenangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;libur lebaran 7 hari. teman2 gw pada sibuk berlibur ke bali, ke puncak, ke bandung, dan lain lain. irma? irma di rumah saja. bertelur, makan dan tidur. hehe keluar rumah juga jarang, wong ga ada sopir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan akhirnya kemaren jalan ke gading nebeng ubay. rencananya jalan 'gede' gitu sama greta, dede, ubi, dora, dan winda. tapi dora dan greta ternyata ga bisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw dan ubi pun nyampe jam 11 pagi. dan nganggur2 sepi gitu di gading belom pada buka. terus liat2 barang dan menunggu dede. terus pas dede dateng, she came with her rainbow shirt. waw! haha. terus kita ke food court baru nya gading 5, yang kayak desa2 gitu, namanya eat and eat. hmmm enaaak. gw sama ubi ngotot mau makan babi, kita ga percaya di food court secina ini ga ada babi. dede kita 'duduk'kan bersama es medan jelly nya, dan gw dan ubi ke setiap pojok foodcourt nyari chasio. AKHIRNYA KETEMU! hmmmmmmmmm kita pun makan nasi gurih bakmoy spesial dengan harga 27rb dengan sebotol aqua. terus kita santap seperti babi kelaparan. babi kok makan babi? terus ubi beli bubur ketan item. HMMMMM. terus kita ke lapiz, nganter dede yg pulang dengan sangat cepat, dan ke 21 nya. maunya sih nonton laskar pelangi, tapi pas udah mau beli, tinggal ada 2 seat. yg satu di pojok depan, yg satu di pojok belakang. ogah deh! kalo bioskop udah rame gitu pasti sumpek dan smelly. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oya pas di lift, gw dan ubi satu lift bersama 2 keluarga. yg satu keluarga ada yg kayaknya dari luar kota, jadi belom tau dimana 21. dia bilang ' aduh dua satu dimana ya? hmm kalo dua, berarti lante dua, ya?" tanyanya pada keluarganya. keluarganya nggak tau. terus pas nyampe lante satu, mereka malah keluar. terus bapak keluarga satunya bilang 'haha.. lante 21 aja sekalian ya, di awan..haha' yang tadinya gw dan ubi g ngerasa lucu, kita malah nahan senyum dan pengen ngakak.. haha kasian sih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;terus kita ke sushi groove, disana ada marin dan winda. akhirnya gw bersama 3 anak ipa 3 jem disitu, mereka belajar mat dan gw baca novel. haha dasar anak ips nyante banget gue. abis itu gw dan ubi beli raffel's dan pulang. nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZAKweuCJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DkSVU9UTKpM/s1600-h/02102008258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956568930879634" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZAKweuCJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DkSVU9UTKpM/s320/02102008258.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZAKwbFvHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bhJ1WafDz4w/s1600-h/02102008259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956568915655794" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZAKwbFvHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bhJ1WafDz4w/s320/02102008259.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZALBZrGUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/b5rJhcrkve0/s1600-h/02102008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956573473118530" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZALBZrGUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/b5rJhcrkve0/s320/02102008261.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hari belatung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hari ini hari belatung. maggots' day. IH! jadi ceritanya begini. kan libur lebaran g ada pembantu, dan ga ada tukang sampah.so ga ada yg buangin sampah. terus gw dan kakak gw kan bego ya, dengerin aja suruhan nyokap gw. jadi kita numpuk tu sampah selama seminggu di dalam tong sampah besar di belakang rumah gw. terus tadi siang gw nyium bau busuk. IYALAH! dipikir2 kok satu rumah ya bego, ga mikir bakal busuk. terus gw suruh kakak gw beli kantong sampah gede. gw g berani bersihin sendiri, soalnya gw g tahan baunya. kan kakak gw anak kedokteran, harusnya udah sering pegang cadaver-mayat-yang bau nya naujubile.gw pun pake masker dan sarung tangan saking nggak tahannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tong sampah besar gw balikin, jadi posisinya terbalik dan masuk ke dalam plastik. bau banget. pas gw tarik, gw lihat.. BELATUNG! yes, maggot! OEK! mata gw seketika langsung berkaca-kaca dan gw mau menangis dan gw mau muntah menendang tong sampah dan lompat kesana kemari. tapi gw tahan. akhirnya itu tong sampah dan plastik yg masih nyangkut kita evakuasi ke pager. ada sekitar 15 menit kita berpikir gimana cara bersihinnya. gw pun meneteskan aer mata*LEBAY* saking nggak kuatnya. kalo gw kuat sama belatung, gw PASTI masuk kedokteran. dan akhirnya kakak gw yg angkatin tong sampahnya, dan plastiknya langsung gw tutup dengan lakban. HOEK. terus gw pun ingin muntah dan menangis. OK lebay, tapi gw bener2 jijik sama belatung tung tung tung. terus kakak gw pun sudah nggak eneg lagi, dan dia semprot tong sampah penuh belatung itu dengan selang. thx God kakak saya hebat. mama gw malah ketawa dan bilang ' haha kalian takut sama belatung? haha.. gimana sih kan kamu anak kedokteran,ra.. nanti liat lebih banyak..' HOEK. kira2 ini gambar belatung... gw cari di google :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975057695134402" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="107" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZQ-8fn0sI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7v0T-rBm3mg/s320/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;terus gw pun enek. dan pesen PHD. hmm enakkk :D well, I've been 'junk'ing my days lately. gembrotjhe laaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;besok cici sepupu gw mau dateng dan kita akan makan hema. makan lagi makan lagi..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZQ-8fn0sI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7v0T-rBm3mg/s1600-h/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg"&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/269056187187799275-3213099799664785616?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3213099799664785616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3213099799664785616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3213099799664785616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3213099799664785616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/10/li-li-bur-bur.html' title='li li bur bur'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOZAKweuCJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DkSVU9UTKpM/s72-c/02102008258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3173381021526336091</id><published>2008-09-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:42:43.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;katy perry. gw baru suka lagunya akhir2 ini, padahal katanya dia udah agak lama gitu. basi ya gue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SODz7YjykaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R1Idgp3a2BA/s1600-h/katywall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251465367044395426" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SODz7YjykaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R1Idgp3a2BA/s320/katywall1.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Katy Perry (born Kathryn Elizabeth Hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on October 25, 1984) is an American &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Singer-songwriter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer-songwriter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;singer-songwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. She has risen to prominence with her 2008 single "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="I Kissed a Girl" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Kissed_a_Girl"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Kissed a Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" which has become a worldwide hit topping the charts in more than 20 countries, including the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Billboard Hot 100" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard_Hot_100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="The UK Singles Chart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_UK_Singles_Chart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Canadian Hot 100" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_Hot_100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="ARIA Charts" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ARIA_Charts"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Irish singles chart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_singles_chart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. In the United States, the song is also noted for being the 1000th chart-topper of the Rock Era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Perry has &lt;a title="Contralto" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contralto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;contralto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vocal range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one of her single titled 'ur so gay'  has been criticized for alleged homophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her songs' rythms and beats, and she's so awfully awesome! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3173381021526336091?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3173381021526336091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3173381021526336091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3173381021526336091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3173381021526336091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-favorite-singer.html' title='my new favorite singer'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SODz7YjykaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/R1Idgp3a2BA/s72-c/katywall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5589688485709142515</id><published>2008-09-28T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:36:51.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do so I play free rice. Every one of your right answers, they will donate 20grains of rice to the hungers! What a cool game it is. We can play vocabulary games, grammar games, and now I'm playing capital city games. I open google in the other window so I can search for it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, due to my-nothing to do,  with full of curiosity, I opened my ex-bestfriend's friendster profile. Her photos are so cool and sophisticated, with full of shiny teenagers' life (what am I talking about actually?) In her photos, we can see that she loves to hang out in south jakarta(even if her home is in bekasi) with her friends, with their own cars and cigarettes in their each right hand, and of course with opened-clothes or lack of material-clothes, and so on and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;hehe then I'm now being so envy of her life. She could do all of her tasks well (oh maybe, I don't know) , hang out every single weekend, tog up with all of sophisticated and newest things, without worrying her future (OK, university I mean) everytime I ask about her dream future or which university she wants to enter, she answers 'haven't thinking about it' haha... she even doesn't care, oh what a wonderful life she has, while mine's is terrible. I always worry about my future every single day, and it makes me so desperately waiting to figure out whatI will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so bored laah ;'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-5589688485709142515?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5589688485709142515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5589688485709142515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5589688485709142515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5589688485709142515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-to-do.html' title='nothing to do'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6887648632507369065</id><published>2008-09-28T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:56:27.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>today is my 2nd day of holiday, and I've been so desperately bored now. I have nothing to do but eating, and getting fatter and fatter then. haha. I can't go anywhere because my driver had gone to his village to celebrate lebaran. Huhu and I have lot of things to do now for my school tasks, but I don't have enough brain to do it now :D ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOBftxuScBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hFGJ_JUZnMo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251302405560234002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOBftxuScBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hFGJ_JUZnMo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yawning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;even I have no DVD to be watched and all I have for now only computer and computer. What a pity... :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;boreeeeeeeeed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6887648632507369065?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6887648632507369065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6887648632507369065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6887648632507369065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6887648632507369065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SOBftxuScBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hFGJ_JUZnMo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2587011321415220337</id><published>2008-09-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:34:02.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat datang liburan</title><content type='html'>HORE!!!!!!!!!!! hari ini adalah hari terakhir sekolah dan besok gw libur seminggu. nggak kemana2 sih, tapi seenggaknya gw nggak belajar seminggu. ehehe bebas lepas!tadi gw pulang nebeng ubby, jadi gw ikut dia ke sency. pertama kita ke PS makan KFC(anak2 aneh ngidam KFC!) haha. terus makan nasi-ayam dada-aqua-sambel banyak-dua porsi chicken strips dan ngobrol-ngobrol kayak bebek di food court PS. haha.. akhirnya kita beranjak ke sency untuk makan sour sally dan nyusul bapak ibunya ubby. dan gw pun menemani ubi nyari kado buat marin dan manda ungu di body shop. terus kita ke sour sally beli yoghurt yang superduperenaaaak! :D ubi beli yg strawberry-top. kalo gw yang mango. ARGH enak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang lagi leha-leha depan komputer dengan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday was a very long day for me. kan ada party nya marin. jadi pulsek abis bina iman, gw ubi dede yuke langsung cabut ke grandmel untuk mandi. macet banget. ada kali 1 jem dari sanur ke kuningan. kambing. terus gw mandi ngebut, dan les ke direct english. disana ketemu babi, yg akhirnya dia nebeng gw ke tempat marin karena tiba2 diajak cewenya kesana. haha kocak. terus gw menggali info mengenai keberadaan sepupu misterius gw yg bernama kevin itu, yang katanya sekolah di cc tapi sampe sekarang nggak ketemu juga. terus jam setengah 9 kita nyampe. terus langsung gw sikat makanan2 itu. overall sih seru lah party nya marin. tapi gw kan nggak gitu deket sama dia, jadi ya gw hanya hebe2. dan foto2 sama beki yuke dan mandy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                      &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SN5B7VFVQaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AtsyzxabGF0/s1600-h/GASPS!042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250706703088173474" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SN5B7VFVQaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AtsyzxabGF0/s320/GASPS!042.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foto ternormal dalam sejarah pertemanan kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SN5B7nsElaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lIDI1WIHdHo/s1600-h/GASPS!043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250706708082496930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SN5B7nsElaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lIDI1WIHdHo/s320/GASPS!043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;  freako as usual. it's us again oh no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ada cerita kocak di balik itu. sehabis gw mandi kan gw les di DE, terus ubi yuke dede masih di grandmel terus laper dan beli makanan di hotel... hanya cemil2 gitu ternyata.. 250 rb! haha. dan duit mereka akhirnya digubanggabung sampe bisa dibayarkan. haha. terus mereka dengan dodolnya naek taxi tanpa duit cash. terus pas udah ampe tengah jalan, ternyata tu taxi g bisa dibayar pake credit card... matilah mereka. dan mereka pun panik dan telpon sana sini. ga ngerti gimana, mereka akhirnya selamat sampa ke tempat marin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. mohon maaf lahir dan batin bagi semua yg merayakan idul fitri ya.. irma will turn into a dorky pig in 1 week. c u :D&lt;div 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liburan'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SN5B7VFVQaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AtsyzxabGF0/s72-c/GASPS!042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4699006747424194061</id><published>2008-09-25T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:08:09.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello weekend</title><content type='html'>hello weekend. besok udah jumat dan gw akan terbebas dari pekerjaan2 sekolah nggak penting. waktu itu pak panji suruh kita bikin target nilai dan cara kita untuk mencapai target tsb. gw udah mematok target gw dengan nilai2 tinggi dengan besar kepalanya. lalu ketika diminta usaha apa yg gw lakukan, gw sangat bingung. akhirnya gw putuskan untuk menjawabnya begini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'saya akan mengatur waktu saya dengan baik. saya akan tidur cukup minimal 6 jam sehari, dan memerhatikan pelajaran secara seksama ketika pelajaran di sekolah, karena saya tidak akan begadang hanya untuk belajar ketika besoknya ulangan. saya akan tidur dengan cukup, agar besoknya tidak sakit. selain itu, saya akan merencanakan sebagai berikut. dari minggu sore hingga sabtu pagi, saya akan belajar dengan sepenuh hati, tidak bermain-main dan sangat serius. namun dari sabtu siang hingga minggu siang, saya tidak akan menyentuh buku pelajaran sama sekali, agar kesehatan mental saya tetap terjaga dengan seimbang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yg gw maksud adalah gw akan cukup berekreasi karena gw ga mau gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway si orang kurang kerjaan ini tetap memantau blog nggak penting yang waktu itu sempet nge trend. sekarang komennya udah ada 200 karena dipenuhi orang2 yang mulai gak penting. jadi ada adek kelas memberi pendapat kepada mai, dan salah satu nya orang penting di mb. tapi anak2 kelas 3 lainnya (nggak ad anak ips, karena kami sudah tutup mulut) marah2 nggak penting. &lt;em&gt;senioritas yang dimiliki santa ursula adalah senioritas transparan, yang berkedok tradisi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menurut gw bener2 nggak penting. masa gitu aja dipermasalahin sih? mereka sendiri yang bilang mai boleh berpendapat apapun juga. tapi kenapa pas adek kelas berpendapat, mereka langsung cuap2? bilangnya demokrasi, ini sih seniorkrasi namanya. kasian adek2 kelas itu. padahal sanur selalu tereak2 akan ketidaksenioritasannya sekolah ini. ternyata? haha dasar norak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya gw udah memulai les TOEFL gw di direct english sudirman. disana ada sekitar 10 orang gitu yang ikut toefl prep ini dengan berbagai macam tujuan. gw nggak tau semuanya sih, tapi teman gw si babi anak cc- dia mau kuliah keluar. terus ada enci2 sok muda yang berumur akhir 20-an(SOTOY) mau ambil fashion artist di US. dan ada banyak lagi... gw sendiri sih nggak mau kuliah di luar, but I think my English is so poorly bad, so I want to improve it. hehe. pas bagian speaking test, gw rasa ajal udah menanti karena GW NGGAK BISA NGMG APA2!&lt;br /&gt;dan gw bener2 capek. senin rabu jumat pulang sekolah gw naek busway ke halte karet, terus jalan ke WTC situ. terus nganggur dan nunggu2 disana plongo2, terus jam 6-9 malem les toefl. haha dan nggak asik banget, orang2nya udah orang kantoran semua. I'm not interested at all to make friends with them. ada sih yg seumur, cowonya temen gw, namanya babi itu tadi. tapi ya gitu, senyambungnya gw ma dia juga senyambung apa sih. orang baru kenal, lagian nothing to be talked about with him. dan gw akan les kek gitu terus sampe tgl 15 des. aduh capek banget pasti.. ditambah latian tpsu sampe jam 5, gw hanya akan punya waktu 1 jem untuk pergi ke tempat les dan tentunya ga ada waktu belajar sama sekali. sekolah sudah gila...&lt;br /&gt;jujur, gw agak takut sama UAN gw. kenapa sih tpsu disuruh handle semua acara pensi sanur? gila apa. dikira kita senganggur itu. lagian gw udah kelas 3, gw perlu waktu untuk belajar. konsekuensi sih konsekuensi, tapi kan UAN dicepetin dan gw musti ngejar bahan.&lt;br /&gt;sanur menjijikan.&lt;br /&gt;well. besok ada party nya marin di samarra. asik makan enak! haha kampiong. tidur ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4699006747424194061?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4699006747424194061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4699006747424194061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4699006747424194061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4699006747424194061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-weekend.html' title='hello weekend'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2395998913741728590</id><published>2008-09-23T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:45:20.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartless</title><content type='html'>I've become heartless, since I don't know when. I don't want to be sad because of others' problem, and I can't be a good listener. I do hate to listen lo unimportant things, such as boys stuffs! haha.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that thing when I got broke up with my ex-boyfriend and I didn't feel sad at all. Even I didn't cry or think about it anymore. It was just like I had a new life, and I enjoyed it. I never thought ' I have to move on! Wake up, irma!' never. It seemed like I'm the strangest person in the world, but I don't care. It's just the way I am. So that's how I solve a problem. Being a strangest girl is better than mourning over something useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't have anytime left to browse google... I just started my boring-toefl-course. I don't have any friends there. The others are 20-30 something. Actually there is a boy of the same age but it doesn't make me happy at all . haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok c u someday then :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2395998913741728590?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2395998913741728590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2395998913741728590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2395998913741728590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2395998913741728590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/heartless.html' title='heartless'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3322827185095756429</id><published>2008-09-21T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:11:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sundaes</title><content type='html'>hari minggu bangun jam 12. terus leha2 sampe sore, terus ke gereja. makan sate, terus buka blog deh sekarang. betapa hari minggu bisa mengubah seorang gadis bertransformasi jadi kuda nil. bosen ih.. dan sekarang pala gw sakit setengah mati gatau kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;mulai besok gw akan les toefl senen rabu jumat jam 6-9 malem nih. jadi gw akan nganggur dari jam 2 sampe jam 6. duh ngapain coba. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yurika kemaren udah ketemu 4 mata sama mai. and it's clear now that mai didn't mean what we interpret from her blog. haha jadi sekarang anak ips udah ayem gitu, dan g marah2 lagi. nampak di blognya mai, ga ada komen2 penting yang bertambah lagi. paling dari beberapa anak ipa yang baru baca blognya mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw baru aja marah marah. es kelapa gw yang gw beli seharga 5rb rupiah TUMPAH sebelum diminum. ngerusak mood aja. terus nyokap gw seperti biasa tiap hari libur kerjaannya NYURUH2 orang. kesian kakak gw. dia pulang dari kost buat sante2, bukan buat jadi babu. gw sih udah cukup ogah ya jadi babu sepanjang minggu, jadi nyak gw suruh ngapain, gw nya ogah dan tetap tidur2an seperti babi. babu dan babi serta mama pemalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pala gw puyeng mau tidur. ohya kakak gw beli 8 bks richeese buat gw! ih terima kasih loh kak. sekarang dia lagi belajar di kamar dia sendiri dengan harapan tidak disuruh2 mama lagi.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3322827185095756429?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3322827185095756429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3322827185095756429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3322827185095756429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3322827185095756429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/sundaes.html' title='sundaes'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8617375582551022449</id><published>2008-09-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:04:24.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juMATI</title><content type='html'>hari ini hari jumat. kliwon. nggak deng. hari ini hari jumat. horor. abis gw nggak bisa ulangan akuntansi, padahal gw mau kuliah akuntansi. BABIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. aduh nggak tau deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gw masih sering iseng ngeliatin blognya mai. frik banget ya gw. dan perkembangannya semakin freak juga. masa ada anak ipa anonymous dengan nick 'sekedar numpang lewat..' agak 'ngatain' ips gitu. bego nya nggak ketulungan. Yang tadinya tuh blog udah mulai nggak diperhatiin, sekarang temen2 gw anak ips mulai pada marah BESAR. Lagian otak di taro di anus, berpendapat kok anonymous sih. Bawa2 jurusan lagi,ttg lagu kebangsaan ips. Ya gimana temen2 gw ga panas coba. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those persons who are not interested to give any comment on this controversial blog. Tapi baca ini post, gw juga panas. Kalau berani berpendapat yang agak 'keras', kenapa nggak berani pake nama sih? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini salah satu kutipannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"satu lagi, untuk jujur, saya anak IPA yang TIDAK SUKA dengan anak IPS. bukan karena apa2, tapi krn memang anak2 IPS yang memulai duluan.. anak IPS dengan bangganya membuat diri mreka 'kompak', banyak anak IPS disini yg berkoar2 bahwa kita smua sama. apanya yg sama? kalian sangat kelewat batas!! heh ngaca donk jangan mentang2 si PAK HARI kalian tercinta itu mendukung kalian mati2an, terus kalian bsar kpala. coba sy tanya, siapa yg punya LAGU KEBANGSAAN SENDIRI di sanur? siapa lagi? ANAK IPS LAH!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw nggak minat komentar sama sekali mengenai mai, blognya, dan pendukung2nya. tapi yg mau gw bilang adalah teman2 gw MARAH SANGAT BESAR. gw ga tau ya siapa yang salah, apakah temen2 gw yg terlalu 'panasan' atau si 'anonymous science student' yang keterlaluan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasar sanur FREAK. haha and I'm part of the freak school. Karna nila setitik, rusak susu sebelanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus ada lagi komen dari dawny neverland yang sangat freak. sok beranalogi, berpuisi tapi jadi kedengeran SILLY. haha dasar nih sanur isinya anak2 aneh semua. termasuk gw kali ya? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa dia nulis lagu 'arti hadirmu' jadi 'hati hadirmu' ahahah geli abis.&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yang peduli sama sekali sama si dawny neverland ini. komen2 nya makin bikin ngakak aja, itu orang kek ngepost panjang bgt mengenai analogi dongengnya, but no one wants to pay attention on her comment. haha... dasar konyol.&lt;br /&gt;makin lama ini blog bukan seru lagi, tapi FANTASTIS. bikin orang ngakak ahahaha orang2 berantem nggak penting, dan mai nya juga nggak peduli... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teknologi memang hebat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidur ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8617375582551022449?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8617375582551022449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8617375582551022449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8617375582551022449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8617375582551022449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/jumati.html' title='juMATI'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6213121696616929445</id><published>2008-09-18T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T03:26:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ini itu itu ini</title><content type='html'>Di postan gw yang terakhir, gw ngomong mengenai seseorang yang terus diomongin sama angkatan gw akhir2 ini. Ih capek banget loh yang denger. gw aja udah bosen.. apa dia nggak muak ya di omongin sama orang terus? haha. betapa satu post an aja bisa bikin gempar dunia. maka dari itu gw akan selalu jaga mulut gw.&lt;br /&gt;bosen banget ngmgin dia, dia nya juga nggak ada reaksi. diem diem aja gitu. haha menurut gw, ini bukan sesuatu yang penting untuk diomongin dan dibawa puyeng. dia doang gitu.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;kalo dipikir2, hak dia juga ya ngmg segala sesuatu di blognya? blog dia ini. mungkin hanya salah penyampain kata. pasti dia nggak bakat jadi psikolog, bagian marketing atau diplomat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok ulangan akun wesel.. matilah. dan gw males belajar. mulai minggu depan, gw akan les toefl senin rabu jumat jam 6-9 malem. gw gatau gimana ngatur jam belajar gw, tapi gw yakin gw bisa! :D lalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa. there must be something to do now, but I forget. AHAY olalalaaaa gw pengen cepet2 kuliah dan kerja dan belanja dan senang2. but I don't want to leave my high school.. I will miss my besties so bad. I just love them too much. I know I won't have exactly the same type of friends in the university, as kind as mine. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten months left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK it's better if I take a bath now, and study well for my test tomorrow, so I won't have any problem in my final exam then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6213121696616929445?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6213121696616929445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6213121696616929445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6213121696616929445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6213121696616929445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/ini-itu-itu-ini.html' title='ini itu itu ini'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8402959543810898028</id><published>2008-09-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:30:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saran</title><content type='html'>Oh ya.. Saya selain ngedumel, lebih baik saya memberi solusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saran untuk Mai adalah segeralah meminta maaf kepada pihak PSUMB secara langsung, atau setidaknya lewat post an baru di blog, sebelum situasi makin memanas.Minta maaf lah atas semua perkataan Anda yang menyakitkan hati mereka. Untuk masalah mengenai IPS, itu terserah Anda, mau meluruskan masalah atau tidak. Karena pendapat Anda adalah pendapat Anda, dan kami anak2 IPS tidak akan terusik hanya karena kata2 kecil yang agak 'menyelekit' dari Anda. Bagaimanapun pendapat orang di luar sana, kami anak2 Ilmu Pengetahuan Sosial SMA Santa Ursula tetaplah gadis-gadis tangguh yang kelak akan menjadi pemimpin bangsa, ya, bangsa Anda juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proficiat atas pola pikir Anda, good luck Mai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8402959543810898028?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8402959543810898028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8402959543810898028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8402959543810898028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8402959543810898028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/saran.html' title='saran'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1946556388994713635</id><published>2008-09-17T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:00:13.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>popularitas.</title><content type='html'>hari ini hari yang membuat pusing. ulangan mat dan remed ekop sudah membuat pala gw mau pecah. terus tadi ke prasmul ambil formulir. takut nggak dapet kuliah, makanya gw daftar di banyak tempat cepat2..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway angkatan gw kelas XII lagi pada meributkan seseorang. Yang &lt;em&gt;salah banget&lt;/em&gt; nulis di blognya tentang PSUMB dan menjelek2annya. dan &lt;em&gt;sangat bodoh &lt;/em&gt;dengan meremehkan jurusan IPS di media massa terbuka seperti itu. Tau sendiri anak sanur, sekali gosip nyamber, satu angkatan tau. haha..&lt;br /&gt;tadinya gw adalah salah satu orang yg males masalahin ginian, dan gw g akan ngisi komen marah2 ke blognya, karena sudah terlalu banyak yg marah2, dan toh dia nggak akan mau baca juga.dan dengan membela jurusan sendiri(IPS) nampaknya malah membuat anak IPS terkesan lemah dan sensitif untuk masalah kecil saja. Apalagi untuk anak yang &lt;strong&gt;tidak cukup terpandang&lt;/strong&gt; di pergaulan angkatan gw.. (FYI, gw juga salah satu anak yg tidak cukup terpandang itu, tapi saya tidak freak)&lt;br /&gt;gw akuin, IPS memang lebih 'santai' daripada anak IPA. Ga bisa dipungkiri lagi. Liat aja, kita cuma punya dua tambahan sepulang sekolah, dan anak IPA punya 5 hari. Tapi kualitas nggak bisa dilihat dari berapa kali pulang sore, tapi dari kerja keras, usaha dan solidaritas. Hanya saja&lt;br /&gt;sistem pembelajaran IPA dan IPS berbeda. IPS tidak punya praktikum dengan bahan2 kimia yang hanya ada di laboratorium sekolah, maka kami tidak harus pulang sore. Kami belajar sendiri di rumah masing-masing,dengan kalkulator kami sendiri, dan suasana kondusif untuk menghafal, dan dengan jumlah jam belajar sama dengan kalian yang anak IPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi begini..yang nulis adalah anak ipa,namanya &lt;strong&gt;Mai&lt;/strong&gt;, untuk selanjutnya gw tulis X,  yaitu ketua club math SMA Santa Ursula. pertama kali gw tau dia kelas X, gw pikir dia orang yang intelek,berprinsip, dan to the point seperti &lt;strong&gt;Debby&lt;/strong&gt;, temen sekelas gw di IPS. tadinya gw menghargai dia amat sangat, karena tampaknya setiap perkataan yang dia lontarkan dengan kosakata-kosakata ilmiah 'susah'nya itu selalu ada maknanya. namun.. setelah gw baca blognya , gw sadar, &lt;strong&gt;dia cuma anak pintar yang butuh popularitas&lt;/strong&gt;. mungkin selama ini dia kurang perhatian dari teman-temannya, atau sudah &lt;strong&gt;lelah dianggap anak 'freak'&lt;/strong&gt; oleh teman-teman seangkatannya, sampe dia nekad nge post di blog seperti itu. Gw pikir kedalaman otaknya sedalam palung di laut banda, ternyata... kedalaman gayung di kamar mandi gw aja lebih dalem dari otak dia. dia kini tampak sangat dangkal di mata gw, yang tidak mengenalnya. Tentu saja gw mau mengenalnya, setidaknya sebelum lulus. dan gw menyadari, bahwa semua kalimat dia dengan bahasa2 'berbobot'nya itu tidak ada maknanya sama sekali. Yang dia lakukan adalah mencampur adukan semua bahasa berat agar dia &lt;strong&gt;terkesan intelek&lt;/strong&gt;. padahal intinya sama saja, hanya dibuat susah agar pembacanya terkesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh :  "kalau mau beri &lt;strong&gt;apresiasi&lt;/strong&gt; atas kerja &lt;strong&gt;birokrasi&lt;/strong&gt; dan kinerja mereka seperti yang pernah dilakukan si aula oleh salah satu petinggi di sekolah kita, lebih baik sebelumnya pikirkan &lt;strong&gt;akses&lt;/strong&gt; yang diberikan sekolah, apakah sudah merata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang &lt;strong&gt;intinya&lt;/strong&gt; : "kalau sekolah ingin muridnya berkembang, harusnya sekolah lebih mendukung murid2nya melalui perizinan yang mudah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw yang anak IPS pun, yang memiliki lebih banyak perbendaharaan kata ilmiah seperti ini, nggak pernah terlalu banyak menggunakannya &lt;strong&gt;hanya untuk dianggap pintar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw tau, dengan semakin banyak orang yang berkomentar di blog si X, dia akan semakin senang dan puas. adrenalinnya pasti terpacu dengan kontroversi2 disekitarnya (contoh penggunaan bahasa sok berat) maka dari itu, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gw nggak mau berkomen2 apalagi marah2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dia hanya seorang siswi sanur yang mengatasnamakan ketidaksukaannya pada PSUMB dan mengangkat masalah jurusan , atas semua usahanya untuk menjadi popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, popular. Semua orang membicarakannya, semua orang marah2 tentang si X. Itu kan yang sebetulnya dia inginkan? Dia hanya ingin orang2 menoleh padanya... menyadari kehadirannya sebelum kelas 3 usai dan semua orang melupakannya setelah lulus. Dia tidak mau diingat hanya sebagai &lt;strong&gt;'si pintar mat'&lt;/strong&gt;, tapi dia ingin selalu diingat sebagai &lt;strong&gt;'si pelanggar aturan dan kontroversial'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena gw nggak mau bikin dia senang, gw hanya cerita kekesalan gw disini. Gw nggak mau kesel2 karena masalah PSUMB, dan IPS yang santai seperti dia bilang, karena itu hanya topik yang dia angkat agar semua orang setidaknya menoleh sedikit padanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yg gw mau sedikit sharingkan adalah ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau Anda ingin dianggap oleh orang2 di sekitar Anda, Anda tidak perlu menjadi orang pelanggar aturan, membenci dan dibenci semua orang. Yang perlu Anda lakukan adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;membaur dan bergaul dengan baik&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Anda tidak harus 'BEDA' dan kontras dengan orang lain dengan arti yang denotatif, tapi Anda harus menjadi figur yang 'beda' yaitu memiliki ciri khas dibandingkan dengan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan apabila Anda menginginkan popularitas, Anda dapat mencapainya dengan kepintaran, baik otak maupun hati. Anda tidak harus menjadi orang yang keras. Anda hanya perlu menjadi pribadi yang fleksibel, dinamis, dan tentunya toleransi terhadap orang lain. Kalau kerja Anda hanya marah-marah, ngedumel dan mengeluh, popularitas sebagai 'nenek tua pemarah' lah yang akan datang ke diri Anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda hanya perlu &lt;strong&gt;BERSIKAP BAIK&lt;/strong&gt; kepada orang lain. Dan satu lagi, saya memang bukan orang yang popular atau cukup di pandang di Santa Ursula, tapi setidaknya saya dikenal dengan reputasi baik, dan belum pernah saya bentrok dengan orang lain. Sehingga ketika lulus, saya akan diingat kebaikannya. Tidak bisa dipungkiri semua orang ingin menjadi anak 'gaul' atau dikenal di Sanur, tapi saya lebih memilih untuk tetap menjadi 'anak cupu yang baik hati'  daripada mendapat popularitas namun popularitas yang negatif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;analoginya begini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda berada di sebuah pesta yang begitu ramai, tapi Anda sendirian. Di ujung ruangan ,Anda melihat sekumpulan anak yang kira-kira seumur dengan Anda. Anda berteriak ke arah mereka "Hei kalian! Nama gw X!" dan anak2 itu hanya menoleh kesal karena terganggu oleh suara Anda. Lalu mereka kembali mengobrol.&lt;br /&gt;Yang seharusnya Anda lakukan adalah menghampiri mereka, kemudian memperkenalkan dengan baik "Halo perkenalkan, nama saya X. Bolehkah saya bergabung disini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..kalau gini kan jadi nggak enak, gara2 satu post an saja di blog, nama baik jadi rusak. Sekarang setiap Anda berjalan kemanapun, akan selalu ada saja tatapan untuk Anda. Kasihan, iba, jijik, kesal, penasaran, marah, dan mungkin juga melecehkan..&lt;br /&gt;dan Anda sudah membuat jurang antara jurusan (IPA, IPS, Bahasa) semakin lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulannya: Dalam berkata-kata harus dipikir akibatnya. apakah itu menyakiti hati orang? Atau bahkan berdampak buruk pada diri kita sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Teman, kamu harus lebih banyak belajar dari pengalaman. Ambil sisi positifnya, anggap ini adalah teguran untukmu, agar selalu berpikir sebelum bertindak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat anak-anak IPS, stop marah2. kita harus menunjukkan jati diri kita yang sebenarnya, yaitu pribadi-pribadi yang TANGGUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk angkatan gw, cukup marah2nya sama si X. X sudah cukup dapat pelajaran, dan doakan dia supaya dia bisa segera membeli kaca, dan merefleksikan sifat2nya selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDUP ANGKATAN 2009! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1946556388994713635?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1946556388994713635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1946556388994713635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1946556388994713635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1946556388994713635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/popularitas.html' title='popularitas.'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7728527412955013593</id><published>2008-09-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:49:34.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary daily post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today is not a good monday actually. I just had 65 on my economic test. how brainless I am. I've studied so hard like nerdo, but it seemed like useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit. I shall try harder on my next test. I shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOAHM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next goal of my life : Iwill get my master degree at finance in Christchurch university or Otago university in New Zealand, by get scholarship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with Oxford city, but it's too far away from Indonesia so I decide to go to Christchurch. New Zealand is kind of English country, who still have english-european-tradition with tea time, the big church and still punting on avon, etc. It seems like the English people moved to NZ and build the town, because Christchurch is one of the Oxford's church. And there is a town named Oxford too near the Canterbury and Christchurch, and of exactly, Canterbury, Plymouth and bla3 is the town name in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do want to go to Otago because it is the oldest university in New Zealand. I've always been interested in antique and ancient buildings and country. That why I prefer UK to US to spend my last holiday. I'm exactly fell in love with Oxford and I hope that NZ has the same atmosphere as in Oxford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I can look at my hostparents' house in Oxford by using google earth. I typed "hengrove Close headington" and VOILA! I found it! oooh I miss the house awfully.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SM6Dp7CZRqI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAb4Xw7KwQI/s1600-h/rumah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SM6Dp7CZRqI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAb4Xw7KwQI/s1600-h/rumah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246275372178818722" style="WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SM6Dp7CZRqI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAb4Xw7KwQI/s320/rumah2.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/269056187187799275-7728527412955013593?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7728527412955013593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7728527412955013593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7728527412955013593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7728527412955013593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/ordinary-daily-post.html' title='ordinary daily post'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SM6Dp7CZRqI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAb4Xw7KwQI/s72-c/rumah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8743897590257154351</id><published>2008-09-13T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:00:14.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>today is saturday, which is weekend, and it means it's time for having some recreation after having a stressful school days. So, my friends and I decided to go to grand indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadinya, rencana hampir batal seluruhnya karena finka(dede) ngajak 'adik'nya yaitu mendy kelas 2. ubi tampak sangat bete dan gw menyimpulkan semua rencana batal. maka gw dan dora memutuskan untuk tetap ke grandi BERDUA aja, ih penting abis. haha abis gw dan dora sudah underpressure karena banyaknya ulangan serta remed sepanjang minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus tadi pagi, semua ternyata tetep mau jalan. dengan muka mendy yang penuh ketidakenakan, dan beberapa kali diledekin dora "ihhhh mendy jb2 ih sama kakak kelas" dan dia pun agaknya tampak takut. haha. dan dia sempet nanya gini "kak irma, nanti aku ikut ya?" haha gw bener2 pengen ngakak, karena dia 'adek'nya dede dan mereka berdua sama2 kecil. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan jadilah kami ke grandi. pertama gw, dede, ubi dan mendy duluan. dora dan winda serta odey ke edu cc dulu, nanti mereka nyusul. terus kita ber4 naek taksi ke grandi, dan salah masuk pintu (tujuan : east, masuk pintu : west) dan kami nyasar di daerah paling hedon dari mall terhedon di jakarta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami pun mencari directory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan melangkah kesana kemari nyari daerah makanan yang cukup affordable.&lt;br /&gt;terus ketemu. dan kami.. makan BURGER KING lagi!! for the third times!&lt;br /&gt;UEK. haha lama2 kita beli saham BK dan ganti BK jadi BQ (burger queen) dan menyajikan fasilitas maen kartu(karena temen2 gw ini bener2 suka maen kartu)&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;terus kita ngobrol2.. makan.. ternyata mendy lucu juga.. haha itulah sanur, absolutely no seniority. kita ngakak2 tanpa tau tempat. gw bener2 ngakak, ternyata ubi yang telah gw kenal 10 th.. kalo kecil suka foto gaya dewi kwan im! HAHAHAHA. mending gw deh usagi nya sailor moon. haha bedonnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ih bakal kangen bgt sama ubi kalo dia ke jerman. gw nabung ah, biar nanti bisa jenguk ubi di jerman :D&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus dora odey winda dateng jam 3 an gitu. terus makan. maen kartu. dan ngakak. terus jam 4 atau gitu gw dan odey cabut. bentar, tapi ngangenin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gw baru nyampe medistra buat jenguk om aja udah kangen lagi sama mereka. gila...&lt;br /&gt;pas kelas 2 kita bener2 lose contact dan sibuk masing2. makanya gw bener2 ngerasa kesepian pas kelas 2, dan pas kelas 3 ini ( when we just realized that our time together is so short) kita sering bgt jalan bareng lagi. gw selalu kangen mereka..&lt;br /&gt;hehe. aku cinta mereka. esp UBI, DEDE, DORA, WINDA, dan ODEY. they r truly my bestest friends. kalao di indonesiain, mereka SAHABAT gw. mereka bukan cuma teman baik gw lagi, tapi udah jadi sahabat gw. gw g pernah nyebut orang sahabat sebelumnya. haha.. ya sudahlah, apakah gw yg terlalu idealis sampe nggak pernah menganggap orang laen sahabat? dan tampaknya sudah gw temukan. amin.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 th lagi kita harus reunian, DWOUD! haha. 10 th lagi tetep di indo saja, 20 th lagi reunian sambil keliling eropa! haha berimajinasi itu menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru 4 jam pisah, udah kangen mereka lagi.. *LEBAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8743897590257154351?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8743897590257154351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8743897590257154351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8743897590257154351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8743897590257154351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4282311790662640965</id><published>2008-09-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:10:14.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>president wannabe</title><content type='html'>If tomorrow I wake up and realize that I've become a president, I will demolish all of the cars in the streets to solve the traffic jam problem. Then I'll ask my transportation minister to build monorail all over Java island in 1 month. I will go abroad every weekend and spend half of my days a year to travel around the world. I will buy the Microsoft corporation and asked Freeport to go out from Indonesia. I will ask Disneyland to open their theme park in Indonesia, then I will relocate my office there, so I can play along the day. I will conquer Madagascar, Kosovo and Kuba to exploit their natural recources. I will enrich my country with the best international standard education and I will let the people to have their holiday every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday and of course Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it as my native english' assignment. What a rude president I am. I don't know what can be exploit from Madagascar, Kosovo and Kuba, anyway. Don't hesitate to choose me as ur president in 2200 presidential election of indonesia. I will make this country full of happiness, and amusement things of course :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4282311790662640965?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4282311790662640965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4282311790662640965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4282311790662640965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4282311790662640965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/president-wannabe.html' title='president wannabe'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-8722369773919131856</id><published>2008-09-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:25:53.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>speechless because so many things to do. ngepet banget, hari ini weekend yang buruk. udah nggak kemana2, gw musti ngerjain semuanya, dan tadi gw nungguin kakak gw yang berjanji jam 6, sampe jam 7 pun belom nongol2. alhasil gw digigitin nyamuk di kos dia. emang dia kira enak apa nunggu? gw lagi stress banget, tugas gw banyak, hari senin ada presentasi KN, ngumpulin sosio, mindmapping sejarah, ulangan manajemen bidang, pr akuntansi, belom nyicil buat selasa rekonsiliasi bank, bla3 dan bla3. Kalo emang tau bakal telat, bilang dong minta jemput jam 7, jangan bilang jam 6 pas, jangan bikin orang laen nunggu. Jadi orang jangan selalu minta orang lain tepat waktu, kalo diri sendiri juga ga bisa pegang omongan. Kalau tau bakal telat kan mending gw nunggu di mall, atau tempat kondusif lainnya buat belajar, bukan di tempat kos banyak nyamuk bareng mbak2 kosnya itu dong. jangan egois, sebagai alumni santa ursula(dia ipa lagi!) harusnya tau dong stressnya kayak apa diburu  tugas. Gw bahkan rela weekend nggak kemana-mana. Dan gw ngumpulin tugas akhir presentasi yang bener2 kacau. tai lah semuanya. capek ati gue, semua orang egois, selalu ngerasa dirinya paling susah. kerjaan gw cuma jadi tempat curhat, gw nya sabar2 dengerin orang, senyum2 manis, terima terima aje, dikira gw bak sampah apa. babi semuanya, bangsat.tiap kali gw stress, ga ada satupun orang mau dengerin gw. lama-lama gw sahabatan ama tembok aja ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarik nafas 10x...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gunanya blog : marah-marah. legaa...mending marah2 daripada dipendem dan jadi freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gw akan kembali mengerjakan tugas, menjadi tong sampah dan akan terus tersenyum di depan orang2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat malam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-8722369773919131856?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/8722369773919131856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=8722369773919131856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8722369773919131856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/8722369773919131856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2820574848005486897</id><published>2008-09-03T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:20:42.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHS : student hates school?</title><content type='html'>I'm totally sick of school. I need no more knowledge and I hope that I could finish these things as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about which one of the south east asian country that made a fusion in 1975?&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the extractive industries in the north of east java?&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the way of sang hyang leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, and I think I don't need to know. I wouldn't use that kind of knowledge when I do my first job as an executive(amen...)&lt;br /&gt;School is absolutely an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to pass inferno and pugatorio before you reach paradiso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah sir, you've given me one important lesson.&lt;em&gt;only one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But when will I get that kind of paradiso?&lt;br /&gt;However hard I study, I still get bad scores.. I am getting under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair in anyways. Someone's brain &lt;em&gt;cannot be appraised by only&lt;/em&gt; 20 numbers of short questions.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Ursula Senior High School has its &lt;strong&gt;goodwill&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;has no wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;. I prefer the international schools (which are judged have &lt;em&gt;scaterredbrains&lt;/em&gt;) to this-conventional and old fashioned-school.&lt;br /&gt;At least the other schools don't value their students only by academical capacities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has ruined my day. Oh God, Mayday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2820574848005486897?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2820574848005486897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2820574848005486897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2820574848005486897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2820574848005486897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/shs-student-hates-school.html' title='SHS : student hates school?'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7241778521378888229</id><published>2008-09-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:24:35.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tegar's days</title><content type='html'>Great holiday. I had a nice sleepover in ubi's house with ubi(of course), winda, dede, and dora. We ate like pig and went mad along the time. We had 2 portion of the biggest PHD's pizza, 2 prtion of chicken tulip, and in the middle of the night, we gobbled strawberry cheesecake. We chatted and watch TV, and we hopped like insane people in ubi's bed when the music was playing. Then we watch sex and the city movie, and voice. It's kind of horror movies, but an abstract one, that made us fall asleep at 3 o'clock. I crawled up to the bed, and sleep beside ubi, and the others slept above thick blankets. we slept until 9 o'clock, and I moved quickly to the bathroom to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwOCv27DdI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXAwbcZBrZo/s1600-h/GASPS!016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079506721770962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwOCv27DdI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXAwbcZBrZo/s320/GASPS!016.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dede is hopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 10.30 we went to ragusa to meet odey. There wasn't anyone else in ragusa, and there wasn't any satay or asinan, so we only ate the iced cream and played card. When we were playing cards, suddenly a police came into ragusa and admonished us, and said " Hey, why are you playing cards in the morning?" then winda answered, "Is there any problem if we are playing cards?" and the police went away to talk with the waiter. then we continued playing cards. But he came again and asked "Aren't you guys fasting?" and we were annoyed, then dede answered, " no, we are catholic." and the police went away. What a strange policy that we can't play cards anywhere we want to. Card is one of the most genious invention in the world, according to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hopped to taman anggrek mall, and had a lunch in platinum. winda was so sleepy and slept in platinum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwQImMLU9I/AAAAAAAAADI/6YN2CfKnXZE/s1600-h/GASPS!026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081806229033938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwQImMLU9I/AAAAAAAAADI/6YN2CfKnXZE/s320/GASPS!026.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we accompanied odey to buy bread in hero. then odey drove us to the harmoni busway-shelter, then we separated there. we were too sleepy to hang out. so the weekend was over, and i have to face the real life again. say hello to schooldays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwRq-TpIiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MIjGbPABYY4/s1600-h/GASPS!017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241083496329978402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwRq-TpIiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MIjGbPABYY4/s320/GASPS!017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I do I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7241778521378888229?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7241778521378888229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7241778521378888229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7241778521378888229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7241778521378888229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/09/tegars-days.html' title='tegar&apos;s days'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLwOCv27DdI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXAwbcZBrZo/s72-c/GASPS!016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7298888628328193705</id><published>2008-08-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:39:54.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Say hello to long weekend!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Today I spent my day with my friends ( dede, winda, ubby n dora) in sarinah. But it wasn't that great saturday because &lt;em&gt;our plan didn't work&lt;/em&gt;. Yesterday we planned to go to inul vista, but when we entered the lounge, the guard said that the karaoke was under maintenance. We were dissapointed and went to Djakarta Theater to see the films. But there weren't any interesting films. So we hopped to burger king, and played card there. I can't play card, so I just watched the games. We ate much more ice cream in Burger King, as we did in McD before went to inul vista. We chatted a lot and laughed madly. But it was too short for us, so the conclusion is : &lt;em&gt;it's not one of our best saturdays&lt;/em&gt;, and I hope we'll have it one tomorrow(best sundays?). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLlUd30xkCI/AAAAAAAAACw/96fHR9yXkEM/s1600-h/GASPS!009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240312513600524322" style="CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLlUd30xkCI/AAAAAAAAACw/96fHR9yXkEM/s320/GASPS!009.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home with ubi and along the way home, we had a very exciting conversation, and she told me all of her thought, her sorrow and her misery lately. She has been in a confusing situation and of course she has been in busiest activities these days, so I think she's been too tired to have more to be added. cheer up, ubi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. anyway I have to study kapita selekta TODAY, because I'll have a test on Tuesday. I'm doing some of my assignments that will be collected next week. Oh God, help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's better if I leave this thing and do more of my assignments and prepare for the tests. Jia You, irma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240319323893045666" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLlaqSJCmaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EfSuGMytXtM/s320/GASPS!008.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7298888628328193705?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7298888628328193705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7298888628328193705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7298888628328193705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7298888628328193705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-saturday.html' title='hello saturday'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLlUd30xkCI/AAAAAAAAACw/96fHR9yXkEM/s72-c/GASPS!009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5274683560729813690</id><published>2008-08-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:17:49.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another daily post</title><content type='html'>Today I had a training about gender(they mentioned more about women's right) in school. they taught us about gender, the difference between gender and sex. Actually it's kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interesting topic&lt;/span&gt;, but we were &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to listen to them. They gave us task to search for gender injustice picture, and now I'm looking for it in google. I don't have any idea what kind of keyword to be typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway prima sent me sms, whether I could go out with her and Yuda at satnight or not. But I had made a date with my besties on that day. so sorry, prim :'( anyway I read in ramos's PM in msn that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;EF oxford and london 2008 will have a reunion on september 20th&lt;/span&gt;, but I didn't ask him where it will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gobbling at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anne frank's diary&lt;/span&gt; lately and I've been doing it extremely slowly because it is the english version one.It's a journal which was written by a young Jews girl who had been arrested during the Hitler's government. She and her family were hiding from the German police in a house which is located in the middle of amsterdam. They had been arrested and went nowhere for about 2 years ( that's a very long period of time!) It was kind of heavy and thick book,  but I like it very much for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll spend my long weekend with my gratest besties in the world(tegar members : ubi dedek winda dora odey)&lt;br /&gt;saturday : i'll go to inul vista after school. love to go mad and being nuts with them. They are the best friens I've ever had. I could laugh freely with them, and I've never been having on the brain about what clothes I want to wear while I'm going to hang out with them. I think that's how the real besties should be.&lt;br /&gt;sunday : At the afternoon, we'll gathered in ubi's house and have a sleepover. I've planned to rent some horror movies (if they want, of course) and on monday we'll go to the cinema and have meal in ragusa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh I do I love them more than anyone in my life! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;(of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;course I love my family too) Even I've never loved boys that much. I won't forget this perfect sisterhood even I'll get new friends in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK it's been too late now and I have to shut this computer off. Bye... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-5274683560729813690?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5274683560729813690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5274683560729813690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5274683560729813690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5274683560729813690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-daily-post.html' title='another daily post'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1039860756887670259</id><published>2008-08-28T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:47:32.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Today I had a geographic test. It was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; that I only could have done about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 or 7 from 20&lt;/span&gt; questions, whereas I studied hard yesterday. I think memorizing it is not necessary anymore because the teacher would give the unexpected questions(of course...) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm totally exhausted. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Thank God it's Friday!&lt;/span&gt; Hurrayyy welkommen long weekend! I'll have a sleepover with my friends in ubi's house(not a girly one of course. I think we'll rent some horror movies :D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one part of Mariah Carey's song lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something more than saying "&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we talked too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separation brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never let me know it&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You loved me and obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a very beautiful one. Our parents wouldn't give us a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;heavy grown up stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while we were little children. It's better if we face it by ourselves, and by parents' advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my parents... :) and I miss my father (wait for me there on the &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;, sir! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i just found two more picture of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sacred" converse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(read the previous posts). ahay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLapkXak6qI/AAAAAAAAACY/SZG9Rq2WJHI/s1600-h/wavytummy050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239561658718022306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLapkXak6qI/AAAAAAAAACY/SZG9Rq2WJHI/s320/wavytummy050.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got it? this is in my hostparents' house.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLaq0vFJdDI/AAAAAAAAACg/4R00rl1xMyc/s1600-h/wavytummy139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239563039460127794" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLaq0vFJdDI/AAAAAAAAACg/4R00rl1xMyc/s320/wavytummy139.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;converse paradise&lt;/span&gt; at london! (clockwise=irma nteph prima yuda ais)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss them anyway... haha can't wait for the oxford reunion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1039860756887670259?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1039860756887670259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1039860756887670259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1039860756887670259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1039860756887670259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLapkXak6qI/AAAAAAAAACY/SZG9Rq2WJHI/s72-c/wavytummy050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3573556366526452445</id><published>2008-08-27T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:44:05.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mayday</title><content type='html'>besok gw ulangan geografi. bedebah! I really don't have any idea to be written in today's blog. mayday! kepala gw mau pecah. my brain is going to be erupted (MAKSA) haha.&lt;br /&gt;today's quote : no one can get in the way of what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to be understood by anyone. kalau kata pak poli individualisme adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dampak&lt;/span&gt; globalisasi, menurut gw itu adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;manfaat&lt;/span&gt; globalisasi.&lt;br /&gt;individualism makes us&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. of course, we still need helps from others, but in my case, no one can help me to solve my problem.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,what is my problems?i don't have any. I just don't feel great. I'm sick of those awful tests and those teachers' and my mother's scolding. Those so-so problems.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have a week day off(off of school, of course :D) Sometimes I think I've made a big mistake when I decided to be Santa Ursula's student. They press us everytime, with lots of things to do(assignments, 3 tests in 1 day, and many more...) and time is what you need most for now. It's just not enough to have 24 hours in one day. Maybe it would be better if it is 48. School makes me turned into skull( HA HA HA?) . HEEEEEELLPP oh mayday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3573556366526452445?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3573556366526452445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3573556366526452445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3573556366526452445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3573556366526452445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/mayday.html' title='mayday'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-4712735547506560228</id><published>2008-08-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:00:36.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kambing</title><content type='html'>yes.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kambing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the most suitable word to express my day. NAJIS. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;gw remed ekonometri&lt;/span&gt;. 68. for the first time of my life. oke lebay. tapi gw kesel. gw salah metode. dasar bego. padahal gw bisa.&lt;br /&gt;terus tadi ada 3 ulangan. dasar nggak manusiawi emang ni sekolah. gw ulangan mat, akun dan seni budaya perspektif. ketiganya membutuhkan itung2. sampe pas pulang sekolah, otak gw udah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terciprat&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tercecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kemana-mana. lebay mode: on.&lt;br /&gt;tadi nebeng ubi LAGI. jadi ga enak sama ubi. haha dasar gw parasit! dan tadi ada dagu juga. jadi kami ngobrol sambil ngakak2. dasar manda memang gelo, jadi kepala saya tambah penat gara2 banyak tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;cuplikan adegan tertawa sambil penat:&lt;br /&gt;irma   : ubi, saptu jadi jalan nggak?&lt;br /&gt;ubi      : jadi dong.&lt;br /&gt;irma   : kemana?&lt;br /&gt;ubi      : ke FX yuk?&lt;br /&gt;irma   : ha?! F(x)? nggak mau!&lt;br /&gt;ubi      :ha?&lt;br /&gt;*ubi dan irma misscommunication*&lt;br /&gt;irma   : ohh. FX mall ya bi? yang sudirman?&lt;br /&gt;ubi      : iya... lah lo pikir apa?&lt;br /&gt;irma   : gw pikir... F(x)... tadi abis ulangan integral bi..&lt;br /&gt;*ubi bengong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw capek dengan angka. seperti kata bu merak, matematika adalah ilmu yang paling abstrak, nggak ada realisasinya.&lt;br /&gt;eek..&lt;br /&gt;haha. sekarang nganggur. disuruh mama masak bakso. tapi malas.. masih mau ngalor dan ngidul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-4712735547506560228?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/4712735547506560228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=4712735547506560228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4712735547506560228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/4712735547506560228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/kambing.html' title='kambing'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7195343516441646239</id><published>2008-08-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:05:05.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>freaking out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;nggak tahan lagi. otak &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overload&lt;/span&gt;. di saat kayak gini paling cocok dengerin lagu2 &lt;em&gt;cranberries&lt;/em&gt; yang bisa sangat menyatu dengan jiwa saya :) gak banyak orang yang suka cranberries, tapi sebetulnya kalau didengerin terus-terusan dan diperhatiin, liriknya bener2 bagus. dan ngilangin stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ada satu lagu yang bener2 enak. judulnya &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. gw lupa ini album yang mana. lirik nya bener2 nyentuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the violence caused such silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who are we mistaken?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, in your head they are fighting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, in your head, they are crying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n your head, in your head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, hey, hey. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's in your head&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another mother's breakin', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart is taking over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We must be mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tanks&lt;/span&gt; and their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bombs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd their bombs and their guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, hey, hey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's in your head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLLJlb98kPI/AAAAAAAAACA/OE7xCRuuwZM/s1600-h/The_Cranberries-Stars_(The_Best_Of_1992_2002)-Frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470961585230066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="288" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLLJlb98kPI/AAAAAAAAACA/OE7xCRuuwZM/s320/The_Cranberries-Stars_(The_Best_Of_1992_2002)-Frontal.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7195343516441646239?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7195343516441646239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7195343516441646239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7195343516441646239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7195343516441646239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/freaking-out.html' title='freaking out'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLLJlb98kPI/AAAAAAAAACA/OE7xCRuuwZM/s72-c/The_Cranberries-Stars_(The_Best_Of_1992_2002)-Frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3517603999430410036</id><published>2008-08-25T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:39:11.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes</title><content type='html'>oh yes besok ulangan 3 biji! najis. komputer akuntansi, matematika serta seni. ketiganya menggunakan hitung2an. (seni : perspektif) babi! i can't stand this anymooooreeee tidaaaak aku benci sekolah. enek sama SMA Santa Ursula. capek capek capek. ada kartul, ada banyak tugas, ada peltamb, ada latihan apa lah ini lah, ada itulah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku butuh richeese ahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3517603999430410036?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3517603999430410036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3517603999430410036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3517603999430410036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3517603999430410036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yes.html' title='oh yes'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-9021567898572014748</id><published>2008-08-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:03:25.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sepatu</title><content type='html'>di header atas, ada foto sepatu dan tiga hati. converse silver dengan tali hiaju gonjreng yang telah menemani gw dari kelas 3 smp. dibeliin bokap, yang bahkan sekarang orangnya udah goleran di surga mengawasi gw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepatu ini sangat spesial. dia udah melalangbuana kemana aja.&lt;br /&gt;converse ini gw dapatkan di sportswarehouse dengan harga yang sangat murahh! haha. cuma 200rb.&lt;br /&gt;dia udah pernah gw ajak jalan ke menado, makassar, bunaken, keliling kota bandung, menemani tiap weekend gw, dan pergi ke gereja..dia juga selalu gw pake setiap hari saptu pas SMP, karena setiap sabtu boleh pake sepatu warna warni norak. Dia juga gw pake camping, manjat-manjat, jalan ampe gempor, bahkan melintasi lembah (apa sih?!)&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, he accompanied me in my last journey to Europe. haha...&lt;br /&gt;gw baru sadar sepatu yang udah mau pensiun ini adalah bagian dari hidup gw ya pas di europe itu.&lt;br /&gt;setiap hari di inggris, after took a bath and had my cereal, dengan tergopoh gopoh gw pake tuh sepatu tanpa diiket(baca:diinjek) dan lari ke busstop dan menghabiskan sisa hari gw itu dengan si lovely silver converse. dia menemani gw belanja di primark, belanja high heels yang akan mulai mengganti posisi dia di weekend2 gw, dan nemenin gw manjat bench di city centre(memang primitif, tapi ini cara duduk anak indonesia di oxford)&lt;br /&gt;gw menyimpannya di locker pas gw iceskating dan mengambilnya kembali saat udah eneg sama bule2 yang jago iceskating yang hobi nyelengkat orang. dia nemenin gw pulang ke rumah hostparents jam 11 malem bareng temen-temen gw. dia nemenin gw naek london eye.dia nemenin gw muter2 london sampe pengkor. dia nemenin gw pas olahraga pagi-pagi, pas disco(kapan lagi dugem pake converse?!) pas muter2 oxf university yang sangat besarrrrrrrrr dan dia pun ikut ke rumah shakespeare di stratford-upon-avon. dia memfasilitasi gw ketika gw telat town quiz, pas gw telat ke school(kelas jam 9 gw bangun jam setengah 9)&lt;br /&gt;dia nemenin gw dan temen2 gw yg terapung2 ketika punting.. kami(gw dan sepatu) nonton what happens in vegas di bioskop kampung..nemenin lari-lari di taman. kami keujanan bareng.. we had welcome and farewell dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami ke eurodisney.. kami ke eiffel, kami naik cruise. kami muter-muter brussels di tengah gerimis dan makan waffle di depan toko pergamano. dia nemenin gw muter2 amsterdam, vollendam dan masih banyak lagi.. bahkan dia nemenin gw ke redlight district tepat 2 jam sebelum gw ulang tahun. dan dia nemenin gw nyari makan jam 12 malem di tengah perkantoran amsterdam yang sudah tutup bersama teman2 gw. dan ketika temen2 gw bikin surprise di kamar buat gw, si converse ikut menemani :) dia menemani gw ke madame tussauds, ketakutan liat hantu2 rese, dan ke amsterdam dungeon. nemenin gw belanja, dan alas kaki gw selama dari jakarta-KL-heathrow-oxford-king's cross-paris-brussels-amsterdam-schiphol-KL-jakarta. dia menemani gw dan teman2 gw mewek-mewekan baik di depan makanan lebanon pas di oxford maupun pas di soekarno hatta untuk berpisah yang benar-benar berpisah. haha apa coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di akhir kata, sepatu ini mungkin sebentar lagi akan pensiun, tapi nggak akan pernah gw lupain.. :D dan mungkin akan gw awetkan(baca:tidak dibuang)&lt;br /&gt;sepatu oh sepatu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-9021567898572014748?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/9021567898572014748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=9021567898572014748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/9021567898572014748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/9021567898572014748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/sepatu.html' title='sepatu'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-7294427097581478394</id><published>2008-08-24T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:15:37.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary daily post</title><content type='html'>gw hari ini totally di rumah. bangun jam 1 siang dan menghabiskan hari minggu(baca:belajar jadi ibu rumah tangga) dengan membereskan semua debu di rumah, memasak, mencuci, bla3. memang minggu gw nggak pernah tentram. tapi daripada gw memamahbiak? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. belasungkawa sebesar-besarnya saya ucapkan untuk keluarga Mam Ita. Semoga adik dari Mam Ita segera diterima di sisi Bapa. dan semoga keluarga yang ditinggalkan ditabahkan serta dikuatkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you, Mam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini gw habiskan dengan belajar. bikin tugas untuk minggu depan. ini adalah ritual yang akan selalu gw kerjakan di kelas 3. belajar, belajar, dan belajar... segunung buku dan hapalan masih ada di depan sana, berkilo2 meter. ini belom ada apa2nya dibanding semester dua nanti.&lt;br /&gt;list to do : belajar inggris buat besok, bikin tugas BK, bikin essay religio, bikin kartul(ini minggu depan saja deh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan masih banyak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, senin minggu depan libur awal puasa. huray!semoga boleh nginep sama anak2 tegar di rumah ubi. i miss them like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw baru aja beberes barang2 di meja belajar gw. ada semua barang yang tak terduga.&lt;br /&gt;puisi dari mantan(it's so DISGUSTING, FYI)&lt;br /&gt;foto2 semasa SMP(dengan tangan digantungkan ke leher, hoek)&lt;br /&gt;foto2 pas kecil(aha yang ini lucu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLE0aYwKX3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MfICXo3uX6w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238025469534297970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLE0aYwKX3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MfICXo3uX6w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post it, sampah-sampah, leaflet, majalah jaman jebot,kunci rumah, tisu, hansaplast, dan masih banyak lagi. gw nggak inget naroh semua barang itu disitu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bahkan ada mie gelas!gw g berani makan. takut mati keracunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nulis di blog menyenangkan ya. bisa ngelantur kemana-mana. dan nggak ada yg protes ataupun pegel. nanti gw terusin lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-7294427097581478394?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/7294427097581478394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=7294427097581478394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7294427097581478394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/7294427097581478394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/ordinary-daily-post.html' title='ordinary daily post'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLE0aYwKX3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MfICXo3uX6w/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6989909410712017549</id><published>2008-08-23T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:31:27.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headache. haha gw selalu bingung ketika harus menentukan title post gw. jadi gw tulis headache. gw emang lagi sakit kelapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi tadi gw sekolah seperti biasa. lalu gw pulang jam 11 dan sampe rumah jam 2 siang(dengan granmax pak madi yg baru, makin lama aja nyampenya) lalu gw ngorokkkkkk dan ke gereja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pulangnya gw maen komputer dan makan dengan santai. terus tiba2 nyokap gw nyuruh gw nemenin dia ngelayat mertua teman sejawatnya. WTF? malem2 gini? mana makannya belom kelar. gw bener2 kesal dan laper. gw langsung samber baju abu2 belel dan langsung cabut. disana gw dua jam-an mengikuti kebaktian yang berisi puji-pujian sekitar 10 vokal grup bergantian dan kata2 sambutan yg tiada habisnya. bahkan gw g kenal siapa yang meninggal. kenapa juga gw musti dateng? kesel gw sama nyokap. udah membatu dengan lagu2 surgawi dan rohaniah yang nadanya nampak sama semua pula..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw mencret not balok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan sekarang gw di depan komp, ngetik blog karena g ada kerjaan dan gw sangat ngantuk tapi gw bosan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent too much of my entire lifetime only for sleep like pig. haha dan gw suntuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw suntuuuuk banget kelas 3. makin menjadi-jadi suntuknya. kelas 1 adalah puncak kebahagiaan gw di SMA. kelas dua berkurang. dan kelas 3 gw bener2 muak. gw kangen 11 teman gw pas kelas 1. mungkin kedengeran pilih2 temen. tapi emang cuma sama mereka gw klop banget. dan yg sangat gw butuhkan sekarang adalah : dede, ubi, winda, dora dan greta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;temenin gw di kelas. haha alda juga ngerasa kesepian(baca dari blognya) so do I. kerjaan gw di kelas cuma tidur, belajar, dan baca novel. Semuanya membosankan, dan ketawa gw garing abis. Mungkin dipengaruhi karena gw stress belajar ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway yg gw kangen dari mereka adalah setiap hari saptu gw selalu ada keinginan buat jalan. g ngedekem di rumah. dan setiap saptu dulu gw kelayapan sama mereka. becanda, bahkan nangis di mall bareng(iya nggak win? haha!) dan gw ngerasa paling cocok sama mereka. karena pas bareng mereka, gw udah g peduli gw mau dianggap cupu kek, gak gaul kek, berantakan, g modis, kere, bla3, dan selera humor kita sama banget. sejak pisah kelas, mau ga mau kita udah jarang banget jalan. dan udah punya masing2 temen sendiri. haha mungkin cuma gw doang yang ngerasain ini.. mereka sih udah biasa2 aja sekarang :) lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pengen cepet2 lulus dan meninggalkan SMA Santa Ursula. cari temen baru. kesenengan baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw pengen pergi ke tempat ini lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLA5PUopVCI/AAAAAAAAABk/PIN6Vh6DItU/s1600-h/wavytummy180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237749302031897634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLA5PUopVCI/AAAAAAAAABk/PIN6Vh6DItU/s320/wavytummy180.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kota oxford.. dimana gw bener2 relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLA567LPnVI/AAAAAAAAABs/0qZ4g8LSbic/s1600-h/wavytummy205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237750051111935314" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="175" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLA567LPnVI/AAAAAAAAABs/0qZ4g8LSbic/s320/wavytummy205.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taman di tengah kota yang segede 10x lapangan bola. rumput yang menyerupai springbed. itu gambar ada ramos lagi niban yuda. haha kocak dan kangen :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw pasti akan kembali ke oxford. PASTI! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di blog ini gw kek orang melankolis najis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayak yuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become a  marshmellow swallow yellow girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gw g peduli kata orang, gw g peduli sama orang2, dan gw akan jadi weirdo sampe kelas 3 ini usai agar nilai gw kompeten semua :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                             yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                             irmoy&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/269056187187799275-6989909410712017549?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6989909410712017549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6989909410712017549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6989909410712017549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6989909410712017549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SLA5PUopVCI/AAAAAAAAABk/PIN6Vh6DItU/s72-c/wavytummy180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-2595655984691059131</id><published>2008-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:05:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka!</title><content type='html'>tadi gw bangun jdam 3 pagi kurang 15 menit. siap2 dll, jam setengah 4 cabut ke rumah puput. disana gw buka kamar dia, dan dua babi masih ngorok di jam 4. padahal salah satu babi itu adalah puput, yakni ketua drama TPSU.  dan dia bilang kita harus ngumpul jam setengah 5. FYI, rumah gw, ubi dan puput(dua babi itu tadi) di bekasi. jadi ngebut lah kita. sampe sekolah jam 5 kurang. dandan bla3, jam 7 kurang kita udah stand by di bawah. terus pas upacara, kami mainkan pentas teatrikal yang telah dilatih dengan sedemikian rupa hingga badan saya ini mau rontok rasanya sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;terus siangnya ada lomba2 tujuh belasan gitu. dan sangat menyenangkan dan penuh semangat. nggak pernah anak sanur sesemangat ini di lomba2 gitu. emang OR osis tahun ini bagus banget, yang megang kan dede :) haha dede keren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulangnya gw udah lesu banget, banget, banget. tapi gw, yurika(pulau), dora, ubi dan dede tetep ke gading. kami makan di BK sambil gosip dan ngakak2 ampe lemes. we had a great time. terus niatnya ke happy puppy, tapi karena penuh, jadi kita malah luntang lantung. capek nya baru kerasa. bahkan pas gw lagi jalan, gw tiba2 ngerasa capek banget, dan gw langsung memeluk railing di mall gading 1 bersama dede. haha capek. dan akhirnya di pukul 4 sore, kita semua pulang diantar mobil ubi. mama papa ubi sangatlaahhhhhhhhhh baik. jadi nggak enak banget. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngantuk. otak gw hanya berisi :" gw kuliah dimana nih?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-2595655984691059131?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/2595655984691059131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=2595655984691059131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2595655984691059131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/2595655984691059131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html' title='merdeka!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6958239621862472558</id><published>2008-08-16T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:19:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>besok adalah tanggal 17 agustus 2008, tepat 63 tahun negara indonesia ini merdeka. dan gw akan mengisi kemerdekaan dari jam 3 pagi melek, make up, dan jam 7 pagi gw akan berpartisipasi dalam upacara bendera sebagai bagian dari pentas teatrikal TPSU selama 10 menit, yang dilatih selama 2 minggu penuh yang lalu. Gw akan berakting menjadi gadis cupu yang ditindas. haha. dan siangnya gw akan ikut tarik tambang. siangan lagi gw akan ke gading bareng temen2 untuk leha-leha dan ber weekend ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngomong-ngomong, gw anak ips. ilmu pengetahuan SOSIAL. di santa ursula lagi, yaitu IPS yang notabene sangat nasionalis, dibanding anak IPS manapun di luar sana. gw selama ini selalu ngoceh ngoceh mengenai nasionalisme, bla dan bla. tapi makin kesini, sejak gw ke oxford, gw makin kehilangan nasionalisme gw. jadi annasionalis kalo kata pak hari. haha gimana sih nulisnya pak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang seharusnya gw g boleh banding-bandingin sama negara lain. tapi apa daya, rumput tetangga emang lebih hijau. If I have a chance, I will leave this country. tapi kenyataannya gw hidup di indonesia, dan hidup dari apapun yang ada di indonesia.dan gw harus jadi nasionalis kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin seiring gw melewati UAN yang sangat kampret itu, dan seiring gw kuliah( naek kendaraan umum pulang pergi, cipok2an sama debu dan asep) mungkin nasionalisme gw akan tumbuh kembali. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pengen les toefl, buat tau kemampuan gw aja sih. tapi dimana ya? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6958239621862472558?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6958239621862472558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6958239621862472558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6958239621862472558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6958239621862472558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-3819702947691422849</id><published>2008-08-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:09:45.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nggak penting'/><title type='text'>bosan</title><content type='html'>jam 12.oo di multimedia. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;abis ini ulangan sejarah yang katanya cuma PG dan hanya 15 nomer. pak panji udah gila apa ya? haha. gw baru nyoba ngutak ngatik blog nya, dengan sedikit '&lt;em&gt;kustomisasi&lt;/em&gt;' (what the heck does this word mean?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang lagi kepengen pengennya kuliah tourism and hospitality management. tapi nggak tau dimana. duh dimana ya? pengennya di perth. tapi ajegile mahalnyeeeee. kalau di indo nggak ada yang S1. aaah sedihnya. haha kelas 3 ini nggak gitu seasik kelas 2, dan yang pasti nggak seasik kelas 1(iyalah!) haha gw kangen teman-teman SMP juga anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini post isinya orang ngalor ngidul. haha dasar mulmed buluk... inet nya katro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kabar ya aisha yuda prima dan nteph? september entar ada reunian.. saptu kemaren gw g bisa ikut mereka ketemuan di sency, gara2 latian tpsu ngaret ret ret. jadi ya g ketemu deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha kangen. kemaren itu ais sms gw, dia bilang belom punya temen disini. indonya dikit banget. dan waktu itu gw lagi sibuk banget banyak ulangan, jadi gw g bales sms dia deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi g enak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaknya bentar lagi udah bel deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat siang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-3819702947691422849?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/3819702947691422849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=3819702947691422849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3819702947691422849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/3819702947691422849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/bosan.html' title='bosan'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-5462670640617660449</id><published>2008-08-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:36:11.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><content type='html'>gw&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; bingung&lt;/span&gt; mau kuliah apa. BINGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNG.&lt;br /&gt;tadi jam pertama udah dipanggil ke ruang BK dan malah makin tambah bingung.&lt;br /&gt;Ada 3 pilihan yang gue mau sebelum masuk ke ruang BK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bisnis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psikologi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tourism and Hospitality Management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan 3 pilihan setelah gw masuk ruang BK:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tourism and Hospitality Management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bisnis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kawin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gw tambah bingung saking tertariknya sama si no 1 itu. Tapi di indonesia nggak ada yg bagus, kecuali binus international. Dan kalau mau bagus, ya ke swiss atau ke aussie. Yang ada mama dan kakak makan batu dan nyamuk di indonesia. Pengen sih sebetulnya, pengen bangettt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. dan gw bener2 stress sama hari-hari gw akhir2 ini. Bangun pagi jam 4, mandi bla3, jam 5 berangkat. tidur lagi, jam 6.30 bangun, sekolah bla3 latian tpsu sampe jam 17.30 dan pulang sambil kena macet. sampai rumah paling cepet jam 20.30. dan besoknya pasti ada ulangan. Sialan. Kenapa sehari cuma ada 24 jam sih? gw stress. Kalau dulu kakak kelas gw ada yang 'stress', maybe i'll be the next like her.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tolong saya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-5462670640617660449?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/5462670640617660449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=5462670640617660449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5462670640617660449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/5462670640617660449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/help.html' title='help!'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-1530881551824743837</id><published>2008-08-02T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:00:56.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terusan</title><content type='html'>baru pulang dari partynya cacha ni. haha seru jugaa. haha walaupun jauh sih. yaa gw akan meneruskan cerita ttg oxf. Di tgl 25 itu, siangnya kita dikumpul di kassaam lagi dan menunggu untuk dijemput hostparents. And surprisely Steph said 'The luckiest person to be picked up first is.. irma sani!' Dave picked me up with his red small car. And he tried to chat with me along the way to his house. But at that time, I was rather confused with the British accent, so I just say 'yes' or 'no' . Haha. when I arrived, Diane welcomed me with her big and friendly smile. They have a dog named JJ.Then Dave helped me to lift my heavy baggage to my room. after that, dave and di introduced me to Hollanda and Kinka, two girls from Finland. They're older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 pm, we had our dinner together. Dave and Di, who always called me 'my love' , served me the biggest portion of meat in my entire life. Haha. Then I asked them to give me the smaller portion in the next dinner. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th June: I woke up at 6 am. Then I had my breakfast with Hollanda and Kinka. They told me how to get to city centre and kassaam. They showed me the busstop and accompanied me to the city centre in my very first day school. They are kind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-1530881551824743837?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/1530881551824743837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=1530881551824743837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1530881551824743837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/1530881551824743837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/terusan.html' title='terusan'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269056187187799275.post-6730624801146791065</id><published>2008-08-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:09:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OXFORD</title><content type='html'>I do miss oxford. Kayaknya gw udah ngomong hal ini seribu kali sejak gw pulang homestay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kangen semua temen2 baek yang baru aja gw dapetin di sana. Dan sekarang udah musti misah-misah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di oxf gw biasa ngalay di city centre sampe tengah malem sama temen-temen gw. Ada prima yang unpredictable, ais yang nggak jelas jenis kelaminnya apa, nteph si bokep dan yuda si marshmellow swallow yellow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569339331320562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMpm08eGvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PW9Vyt0BgmY/s320/graduation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Dimulai di hari pertama. Gw berangkat dari indo tgl 24. transit di malaysia. nyampe di heathrow besokannya,kalau nggak salah sih tanggal 25 pagi. dingin banget. waktu itu gw yakin banget kalo gw pasti langsung masuk angin dan butuh kerokan. tapi ternyata enggak. disambut dengan petugas imigrasi yg agak galak, dan hamsandwich, apple juice, dan pisang, kami pun cabut dengan bus ke oxford.&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang jalan heathrow-oxf, pemandangan yang ada cuma rumput, sapi belang hitam putih(yg kayak di kotak ultra milk) dan mobil-mobil keren. selebihnya ya cuma jalan tol aja. it was boring actually.&lt;br /&gt;Gw buta jem, gw g tau itu jem berapa dan yg gw tau adalah kita dianter langsung ke kassaam stadium which is located in the suburb of oxford . And we had to do our placement test, although we were having jetlag. haha tetek banget tuh emang! then EF gave us G&amp;amp;D's ice cream and McD voucher. And Stephanie, our leader took us to the no.1 bus and went near the cowley road. We had our ice cream then. dan hal gilanya adalah, kita disuruh jalan sampe city centre! kira2 3km. Capek banget dan mau putus. ada juga kim gendut yg hobi tereak :" Keep walking guys!" yang selalu diungkit2 ama semua anak oxf sampe pulang. haha..  anyway i do miss her "keep walking guys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok besok gw terusin. udah malem dan ngantuk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/269056187187799275-6730624801146791065?l=irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/feeds/6730624801146791065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=269056187187799275&amp;postID=6730624801146791065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6730624801146791065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/269056187187799275/posts/default/6730624801146791065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmasavitrisani.blogspot.com/2008/08/oxford.html' title='OXFORD'/><author><name>irma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400991746639089209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMjxxGucbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/twiaxd6toQI/S220/wavytummy048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sgingr1ozV0/SJMpm08eGvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PW9Vyt0BgmY/s72-c/graduation2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
