<?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-8089929658742312519</id><updated>2012-01-11T06:03:25.740-08:00</updated><category term='Gold Trip'/><category term='self-creation.'/><category term='Highschool Life'/><category term='college'/><category term='Daily Thoughts'/><category term='college essay'/><title type='text'>Light Sequins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3970276826096207139</id><published>2012-01-09T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:49:31.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days, don't go so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 796px; height: 530px;" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 793px; height: 528px;" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 791px; height: 527px;" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 788px; height: 523px;" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff445/vanyaviranda/7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3970276826096207139?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3970276826096207139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3970276826096207139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3970276826096207139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3970276826096207139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainy-days-dont-go-so-fast.html' title='rainy days, don&apos;t go so fast'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3243163368326314401</id><published>2011-12-28T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:32:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is indeed simple. Welcome back, Dhira :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeQIQJneqmQ/Tvr0wqkGyzI/AAAAAAAABTk/aroHjONg9CE/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 434px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeQIQJneqmQ/Tvr0wqkGyzI/AAAAAAAABTk/aroHjONg9CE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691130196032670514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRlsE5SD0xY/Tvr0ylUv5jI/AAAAAAAABUI/haLOpTX3wvU/s1600/IMG_0082%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRlsE5SD0xY/Tvr0ylUv5jI/AAAAAAAABUI/haLOpTX3wvU/s400/IMG_0082%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691130228985816626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCTk-PI0Y4o/Tvr0xmIZ6oI/AAAAAAAABT8/uYPNYs7ZRKI/s1600/IMG_0229%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCTk-PI0Y4o/Tvr0xmIZ6oI/AAAAAAAABT8/uYPNYs7ZRKI/s400/IMG_0229%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691130212022610562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oodZi27aWwU/Tvr0xLPMJtI/AAAAAAAABTw/bJ4e_GdNRj0/s1600/IMG_0252%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oodZi27aWwU/Tvr0xLPMJtI/AAAAAAAABTw/bJ4e_GdNRj0/s400/IMG_0252%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691130204803311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I wrote this post: &lt;a href="http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-bestfiends-shadow.html"&gt;http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-bestfiends-shadow.html&lt;/a&gt;. I still remember how when typing on that post my eyes were blurry. Well, time flies, and pretty less or more things are constantly changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in one day all the yearning feelings are all passed. I finally met a missing friend, not a missing "missing" in tragedy case, but life was working on her. Life was working on me too, and still going on. Yesterday evening was a simple happiness, I met Dhira, and I was truly happy knowing there's even not a piece of her that changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3243163368326314401?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3243163368326314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3243163368326314401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3243163368326314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3243163368326314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Happiness is indeed simple. Welcome back, Dhira :)'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeQIQJneqmQ/Tvr0wqkGyzI/AAAAAAAABTk/aroHjONg9CE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2311471127408076459</id><published>2011-12-11T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:24:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warming, Entertaining, and Tickling in one package: Modern Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlwHcFdoxCk/TurgMdgu72I/AAAAAAAABSE/YDy040J6GnU/s1600/tumblr_lw0xasZnQe1r83vtzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlwHcFdoxCk/TurgMdgu72I/AAAAAAAABSE/YDy040J6GnU/s320/tumblr_lw0xasZnQe1r83vtzo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686603984193646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salah satu prioritas utama dalam hidup adalah keluarga. Setuju? Kata "haru" pasti tak pernah luput tersirat mengikuti kata "keluarga". Dalam Modern Family, esensi keluarga diangkat menjadi semakin hidup dalam potret kehidupan yang diperankan para cast-nya dengan sangat outstanding. Well, far to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YFq5_igIEM/TurgMbprmpI/AAAAAAAABSM/6y3Kro0jk64/s1600/Fanart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YFq5_igIEM/TurgMbprmpI/AAAAAAAABSM/6y3Kro0jk64/s320/Fanart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686603983694305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Family adalah acara drama komedi seputar tiga keluarga yang saling berhubungan. Pertama kali tayang pada September tahun 2009, acara unggulan ABC ini memetik sukses hingga kelanjutan season-3 yang skrg sedang tayang di US. Setelah sedikit menelusuri info, saya baru tahu kalau acara ini bergenre Mockumentary (Selengkapnya, baca sendiri disini) Sounds strange? Yap, tapi konsep ini lah yang bikin Modern Family unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain berani beda dalam konsep, keunggulan lain serial Modern Family adalah karakter tokoh-nya yang "megang banget". Segala kebiasaan, kesukaan, hingga phobia menjadi detail yang khas. Saya melihat adegan-adegan lucu dan menggelitik yang dibawa para tokoh terjadi tanpa mereka terlihat bermaksud "melucu". Setiap maksud dari adegan seakan-akan memenuhi perasaan penontonnya, jika sedih saya merasa betul-betul sedih, jika lucu saya benar-benar terpingkal-pingkal :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmPjAdNZ-LQ/TurgMkf6YrI/AAAAAAAABSc/rSrV5owAASM/s1600/The-Delgado-Pritchett-Family-modern-family-8304116-480-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmPjAdNZ-LQ/TurgMkf6YrI/AAAAAAAABSc/rSrV5owAASM/s320/The-Delgado-Pritchett-Family-modern-family-8304116-480-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686603986069250738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ki-Ka: Manny, Gloria, Jay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah sosok Big Father buat kedua anaknya, Claire dan Mitchell. Big father baik technically dan literally, melihat posturnya yang gemuk dan bersahaja. Jay adalah sosok peduli keluarga, simple, dan pekerja keras. Dihari tuanya, ia hidup sangat berkecukupan bersama istri keduanya, Gloria dan anak anak tirinya, Manny, dari bisnis-bisnis yang ia dirikan. Jay adalah sosok bapak yang kadang tampak seperti jerk yang tidak neko-neko, tidak keras dalam mendidik anak-anaknya but anyhow, tetap layak membuat ia disegani orang-orang disekelilingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya boleh bangga kalau punya Ibu yang fisiknya luar biasa sensual seperti Gloria. Asli dari Kolumbia, jelas banget kalau wanita satu ini saklek nuansa Latin-nya, mulai dari fisik, aksen, dan pola pikir yang masih konvensional jika menyangkut kultur. Awalnya, saya melihat Gloria ini sosok yang annoying dan berisik banget, terutama cara ngomongnya. Terus bertahan sebagai penikmat setia, saya terbiasa dengan adanya Gloria yang demikian hingga bisa "dapet" feel dari sisi dalam seorang Gloria. Dia sosok penyayang keluarga yang nggak segan melakukan cara seannoying apapun untuk ngebela keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manny Delgado-Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bocah laki-laki yang sedikit tambun ini nggak seperti bocah pada umumnya. Sok tua, adalah karakter yang pas buat Manny. Bocah mana lagi yang bisa ngomongin solusi hidup dan curhat empat mata dengan orang dewasa kecuali Manny? Bocah mana lagi yang hobinya bikin kopi sendiri sampe kebiasaan nyeruput kopinya yang kaya orang tua kalau bukan Manny? Sebenarnya dibalik segala kesok-tua-annya, Manny tetaplah bocah polos yang takut sama hantu bahkan kupu-kupu, dan yang pasti juga sayang banget sama sang Ibu, Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfg5v0dRUOI/TurgOYDqyeI/AAAAAAAABSw/osICEmq-rFo/s1600/The-Dunphy-Family-modern-family-8304124-480-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfg5v0dRUOI/TurgOYDqyeI/AAAAAAAABSw/osICEmq-rFo/s320/The-Dunphy-Family-modern-family-8304124-480-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686604017089300962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Ki-Ka:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haley, Phil, Alex, Luke, Claire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Dunphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire adalah anak kandung Jay dan Deedee, istri dari pernikahan pertama Jay. Sama seperti Ibu pada umumnya, bawel dan mudah frustasi itulah sosok Claire. Di Modern Family, tidak ada yang terasa berat. Segala sifat dari tiap karakter tetap memberikan kompleksitas tanpa nuansa pelik khas drama. Sifat bawel dan protektif Claire ini nggak lepas dari unsur konyolnya yang suka nyinyir dan cenderung menampilkan muka sok kalem padahal siap meledak kapan saja kalau sudah panik. Sepakat bahwa Claire adalah sosok Ibu dan Istri yang telaten dan perhatian untuk Phil, suaminya, dan ketiga putra-putrinya, Haley, Alex, dan Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phil Dunphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami dari Claire ini adalah salah satu karakter yang paling konyol (dan paling saya suka) di Modern Family. Figur ayah yang nggak lelah mencoba menempatkan diri jadi ayah gaul nan asik buat anak-anaknya. Karena tingkahnya yang kerap konyol dan pede diluar batas, Claire sebagai istri selalu uring-uringan dibuatnya. Phil juga tampaknya partner pas buat Claire yang serius dan strict karena Phil cenderung fun dan longgar sama anak-anaknya. Satu hal yang sangat ia banggakan adalah kemampuannya di bidang selling/marketing, karena itulah yang ia andalkan dalam pekerjaannya sebagai Sales House Agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haley Dunphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik, fashionable, dan so-teenager pada umumnya. Haley tengah sibuk dengan dunia remajanya oleh karena itu ia sering berlaku acuh dan terlihat sembrono. Dibanding kedua adiknya, Haley yang paling sering ribut sama si Ibu, Claire, yang masalahnya nggak jauh dari urusan izin, nilai di sekolah, dan pacar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Dunphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah gadis menginjak fase remaja berusia 13tahun yang sebenarnya sangat menarik jauh dari yang ia pikir. Segala yang ada pada Alex adalah cermin kebalikan dari sang kakak, Haley. Alex anak yang sangat cerdas dan cenderung sulit bergaul. She is a cute geek, though. Sebagai anak tengah yang suka mencari perhatian, Alex sering bersikap menyebalkan baik kepada Haley atau Luke dengan mengadukan tingkah mereka kepada sang Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke Dunphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si laki-laki bungsu yang lucu dan polos. Dalam skala 1-6, tingkah laku Luke bisa terlihat menggemaskan dan menggelikan bagi siapa saja. Namun dalam skala 7-10 rasa gemas bisa berubah jadi rasa frustasi dan refleks membuat kita menepuk jidat melihatnya. Sedikit banyak, Luke lebih mirip kepada sang Ayah dibanding Ibu. Oleh karena itu mereka memiliki kesamaan sifat konyol dan cuek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ViYwSPwkqM/Turg5kSpGHI/AAAAAAAABTA/LQmABkdvevc/s1600/header_148883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ViYwSPwkqM/Turg5kSpGHI/AAAAAAAABTA/LQmABkdvevc/s320/header_148883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686604759107704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ki-Ka: Cam, Lily, Mitchell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitchell Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell adalah anak kandung Jay yang juga adik kandung Claire. Ia berprofesi sebagai seorang pengacara. Mitchell tinggal bersama partnernya, lelaki bernama Cameron, dan anak angkatnya, Lily. Banyak sekali karakter Mitchell yang menjadi nuansa bumbu di Modern Family. Sebagai seorang gay, Mitchell could look so manly but really light in hand. Ia juga sosok yang cuek, naif, dan sangat selektif dalam melakukan sesuatu. Konflik dan debatnya yang tak berkesudahan dengan Cam adalah warna-warni tersendiri dalam Modern Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron Tucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big man with big heart. Cameron adalah figur penyayang dan sangat sensitif. Sifatnya yang sangat sensitif ini membawanya dalam keadaan cepat gusar dan cepat tersentuh. Keduanya membuat Cam, sapaan akrab Cameron, terlibat dalam berbagai macam masalah yang ada-ada aja, hingga berujung pada uring-uringan dari Mitchell. Cam is a real clown in Modern Family. Ia tidak melakukan aksi lawak apapun, namun segala gestur dan ocehannya selalu berhasil mengundang tawa para penonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily Tucker-Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily adalah anak angkat Cameron dan Mitchell yang merupakan keturunan asli Vietnam. Lily ini sangat menggemaskan dan cenderung bayi yang tidak rewel. Mitchell dan Cam memutuskan mengadopsinya sebagai anak saat sedang melakukan trip ke Vietnam. Jay, ayah Mitchell pada awalnya sempat shock dengan keputusan putranya. Namun akibat dorongan dari seluruh keluarga, Jay dapat berbesar hati menerima keberadaan Lily sebagai anggota keluarga besarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, berikut tersebut sejumlah nama dalam serial Modern Family beserta ulasan singkatnya. Walaupun kini tengah dalam produksi season 3, tidak terlambat bagi kamu yang ingin mencari tayangan ringan namun sarat pesan bermakna seperti Modern Family. Silahkan merasakan berada di antara keluarga yang besar, multikultur, tradisional-modern, seperti Modern Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCN9CgZ37eE/TuriJ0SydYI/AAAAAAAABTY/pzA6jnJmWKI/s1600/modern-family-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCN9CgZ37eE/TuriJ0SydYI/AAAAAAAABTY/pzA6jnJmWKI/s320/modern-family-cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606137792820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Family is family… Whether it’s the one you start  out with, the one that you end up with, or the family that you gain  along the way.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                                                                                                    &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 1px; padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px;" valign="top"&gt;                                         —                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;                                         &lt;em&gt;Gloria Pritchett&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Modern Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2311471127408076459?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2311471127408076459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2311471127408076459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2311471127408076459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2311471127408076459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/12/warming-entertaining-and-tickling-show.html' title='Warming, Entertaining, and Tickling in one package: Modern Family'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlwHcFdoxCk/TurgMdgu72I/AAAAAAAABSE/YDy040J6GnU/s72-c/tumblr_lw0xasZnQe1r83vtzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8089412755707163086</id><published>2011-08-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:39:55.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan 2011</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;It's day twenty eight of Ramadhan which means two days to go to Ied Fitri Day. Who's not gonna be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is always be a pleasant thing, rite? I might not His people who remarkably loyal, but not the one who doesn't keep a faith to either. The thing I realize, Ramadhan is always being such a bliss, either it's a suggestion or self intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could say that ramadhan this year is probably the most convenient one I've had ever since I've grown up become a teenager slash adult. No certain responsibility, less activities, holiday saves me well. I spend mostly time at home, killing time by downloading files &amp;amp; watching movie, have some guys spending nite at terrace, and going out to meet some people at some breakfasting occassions. I love the last one! Nothing could be more fun than meet up with some people you miss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-co5Sgg5CmSc/TloKb0xKccI/AAAAAAAABRE/ZyUaNz1YT7E/s1600/IMG_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-co5Sgg5CmSc/TloKb0xKccI/AAAAAAAABRE/ZyUaNz1YT7E/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645836555999932866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highschool Fwends @ Pondok Laras, Klp Dua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLCjQ7lMtLM/TloLxrcmSeI/AAAAAAAABRk/6i7G8ZkUTlk/s1600/307216_1912970349761_1406977242_31681526_5656586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLCjQ7lMtLM/TloLxrcmSeI/AAAAAAAABRk/6i7G8ZkUTlk/s320/307216_1912970349761_1406977242_31681526_5656586_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645838030966508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior High Fwends @ Warung Tekko, La Codefin Kemang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VulSXm2nXLo/TloKcLsQ2VI/AAAAAAAABRM/sxQkfQVtqq4/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VulSXm2nXLo/TloKcLsQ2VI/AAAAAAAABRM/sxQkfQVtqq4/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645836562153396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girls, @ Mang Kabayan, Margonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG5e_MLvQ4k/TloKcSxBe-I/AAAAAAAABRU/0A5YREhGi1k/s1600/296324_2121772936257_1603847430_32092972_3982113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG5e_MLvQ4k/TloKcSxBe-I/AAAAAAAABRU/0A5YREhGi1k/s320/296324_2121772936257_1603847430_32092972_3982113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645836564052409314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasastra @ Ngeumong Cafe, Jatinangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my favorite picts. I'm too lazy to upload the rest =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss  Social Two and I was looking fwd from the guys to hear any plan, but too  bad plan didn't go well :( Too bad we didn't have a chance to meet up. Next year guys, noted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jakarta feels somewhat roomy recently. That traffic jam routinity at least pretty reduced even just for several days. It is something that magically, amazingly, rarely happens in Jakarta. People starts going out of town, back to their hometown. My family is never do "mudik" tradition, so this town is all we have in Ramadhan. Anyway, Ramadhan will end soon. Takbiran is going to happen tomorrow night, and I can't wait any longer for that. The name of Him echoing in any places you stand, the sound of bedug, and the flickering glare of firecrackers are spotted everywhere. Well, they say "God is Great, no God but Allah." As we become close to the end I well might just gonna say: So long Ramadhan, I hope I could see you again next year.. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Ied Fitri everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8089412755707163086?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8089412755707163086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8089412755707163086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8089412755707163086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8089412755707163086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-2011.html' title='Ramadhan 2011'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-co5Sgg5CmSc/TloKb0xKccI/AAAAAAAABRE/ZyUaNz1YT7E/s72-c/IMG_4243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3747436927691257906</id><published>2011-07-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:41:19.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Outseas Summer Holiday: Spore 2011</title><content type='html'>Last June I went to Singapore with Rara, Ica, Jumi &amp;amp; one of Rara's college mate, Widya. Well, photos may speak better than words, so, here they are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S2ZJMuagvQ/TjWMyUsLLvI/AAAAAAAABOM/KOaPQJbEErY/s1600/263818_2151085906826_1536741253_32294111_7582999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S2ZJMuagvQ/TjWMyUsLLvI/AAAAAAAABOM/KOaPQJbEErY/s320/263818_2151085906826_1536741253_32294111_7582999_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635565304899383026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt;. Hit our first morning in Singapore and went straight to the hotel which located at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boon Keng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;:  All about malls to malls. Orchard Road is one district which have a few malls stand adjacent each other. Just fyi, we came there when those malls happened to have Singapore Great Sale and all the clothes were just terribly tempting... Errr, money talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--r5Z8PEHoaM/TjWXwU8phKI/AAAAAAAABPE/SIn7MOTHb7o/s1600/282288_2256941782071_1204159780_2781278_2997720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--r5Z8PEHoaM/TjWXwU8phKI/AAAAAAAABPE/SIn7MOTHb7o/s320/282288_2256941782071_1204159780_2781278_2997720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635577365236647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbLqdETtnnQ/TjWBKtPmRHI/AAAAAAAABMs/PPZmYZ2EpFg/s1600/264856_2256933341860_1204159780_2781247_2791959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbLqdETtnnQ/TjWBKtPmRHI/AAAAAAAABMs/PPZmYZ2EpFg/s320/264856_2256933341860_1204159780_2781247_2791959_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635552529667736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ion Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jfkIgMOYv4/TjWD9KUSttI/AAAAAAAABNc/fCUTuZ8BJDk/s1600/265066_1806723774822_1441767478_31443417_178758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jfkIgMOYv4/TjWD9KUSttI/AAAAAAAABNc/fCUTuZ8BJDk/s320/265066_1806723774822_1441767478_31443417_178758_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635555595488769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken straight cross to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tang Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also stopped by to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;313@somerset, Lucky Plaza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takashimaya Dept. Store&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Far East Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Universal Studio Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. Yayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPvfo8q5Zag/TjWT6WOGc7I/AAAAAAAABOc/TBbtn50nORw/s1600/267552_2256961662568_1204159780_2781347_2242163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPvfo8q5Zag/TjWT6WOGc7I/AAAAAAAABOc/TBbtn50nORw/s320/267552_2256961662568_1204159780_2781347_2242163_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573139330462642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USS placed at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/span&gt;, so we hit the Sentosa broadwalk first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSgDU_PfBec/TjWWyalsOSI/AAAAAAAABO0/7Qe7GXtJ2eA/s1600/284661_2256970822797_1204159780_2781371_4753112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSgDU_PfBec/TjWWyalsOSI/AAAAAAAABO0/7Qe7GXtJ2eA/s320/284661_2256970822797_1204159780_2781371_4753112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635576301599078690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeUtpa3UFA0/TjWD8mXUOlI/AAAAAAAABNM/f50FVc9dhrs/s1600/271060_2256984583141_1204159780_2781415_1625896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeUtpa3UFA0/TjWD8mXUOlI/AAAAAAAABNM/f50FVc9dhrs/s320/271060_2256984583141_1204159780_2781415_1625896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635555585837775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zge17gKHCDE/TjWXwUDQnGI/AAAAAAAABO8/o90rdv9dclk/s1600/270564_2152756188582_1536741253_32297030_864631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zge17gKHCDE/TjWXwUDQnGI/AAAAAAAABO8/o90rdv9dclk/s320/270564_2152756188582_1536741253_32297030_864631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635577364995939426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite one :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-szaHhLWke9E/TjWJ7HqLGGI/AAAAAAAABOE/5k6cY1wz49Y/s1600/262369_2152758828648_1536741253_32297037_7463926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-szaHhLWke9E/TjWJ7HqLGGI/AAAAAAAABOE/5k6cY1wz49Y/s320/262369_2152758828648_1536741253_32297037_7463926_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635562157485267042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_8BS0S02E/TjWbPom-qmI/AAAAAAAABPk/fR0PKnEPOPY/s1600/268933_2152758428638_1536741253_32297036_6134818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_8BS0S02E/TjWbPom-qmI/AAAAAAAABPk/fR0PKnEPOPY/s320/268933_2152758428638_1536741253_32297036_6134818_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635581201625295458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EORPuQnR4WY/TjWbPhgbNdI/AAAAAAAABPc/jimsYhjXqoQ/s1600/264727_2152767028853_1536741253_32297059_1543911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EORPuQnR4WY/TjWbPhgbNdI/AAAAAAAABPc/jimsYhjXqoQ/s320/264727_2152767028853_1536741253_32297059_1543911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635581199718757842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBu1B5hK_b4/TjWbPc_WAgI/AAAAAAAABPU/MMsiW6Irm38/s1600/261674_2152764468789_1536741253_32297052_6839353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBu1B5hK_b4/TjWbPc_WAgI/AAAAAAAABPU/MMsiW6Irm38/s320/261674_2152764468789_1536741253_32297052_6839353_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635581198506263042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvfUaAQGQ4o/TjWWx_h0DQI/AAAAAAAABOk/TRY03BqxONg/s1600/262160_2152764748796_1536741253_32297053_5083774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvfUaAQGQ4o/TjWWx_h0DQI/AAAAAAAABOk/TRY03BqxONg/s320/262160_2152764748796_1536741253_32297053_5083774_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635576294335057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VivoCity&lt;/span&gt;, a mall placed above MRT Station where we go to Sentosa Island. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VivoCity &lt;/span&gt;is the largest mall in Singapore, no wonder I like this mall.. but I guess Orchard District is still the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;: Dissecting heart of the city! (But somehow we always took time to stop by at Mall because many malls in Singapore located right above the MRT Station, so we couldn't just resist it without drop in.. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcmrOv3YSk/TjWdsYKM-XI/AAAAAAAABPs/rylCrWR85O8/s1600/269485_1806770655994_1441767478_31443563_1692035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJcmrOv3YSk/TjWdsYKM-XI/AAAAAAAABPs/rylCrWR85O8/s320/269485_1806770655994_1441767478_31443563_1692035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635583894449092978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFBL0QeNy4k/TjWBK8E5h0I/AAAAAAAABM8/OKfrgCHWSZg/s1600/284220_2257017543965_1204159780_2781503_4447493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFBL0QeNy4k/TjWBK8E5h0I/AAAAAAAABM8/OKfrgCHWSZg/s320/284220_2257017543965_1204159780_2781503_4447493_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635552533649393474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taket accross to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina Bay Sands&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merlion Park&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CJ4U4Yjvdg/TjWdsogvwhI/AAAAAAAABP0/xDodWQ4tatI/s1600/263779_2238084836613_1382787364_32675947_5235413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CJ4U4Yjvdg/TjWdsogvwhI/AAAAAAAABP0/xDodWQ4tatI/s320/263779_2238084836613_1382787364_32675947_5235413_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635583898838614546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merlion Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4QkWUAZ7OM/TjWlXR5YGDI/AAAAAAAABQs/v6U-X9ZEPgc/s1600/268165_2257003143605_1204159780_2781456_3439846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4QkWUAZ7OM/TjWlXR5YGDI/AAAAAAAABQs/v6U-X9ZEPgc/s320/268165_2257003143605_1204159780_2781456_3439846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592328083675186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqOxSKvwCDo/TjWgDWb7ENI/AAAAAAAABQU/XysFusKk4Tk/s1600/268465_2256999023502_1204159780_2781444_304770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqOxSKvwCDo/TjWgDWb7ENI/AAAAAAAABQU/XysFusKk4Tk/s320/268465_2256999023502_1204159780_2781444_304770_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635586488146792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPSMZ0YG6cA/TjWgDCuKJbI/AAAAAAAABQM/a7cUB1-XLMc/s1600/284790_2257012583841_1204159780_2781487_6538059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPSMZ0YG6cA/TjWgDCuKJbI/AAAAAAAABQM/a7cUB1-XLMc/s320/284790_2257012583841_1204159780_2781487_6538059_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635586482854569394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esplanade Building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajPOcNjTc10/TjWgDNx3ZuI/AAAAAAAABQE/fXO1268fp98/s1600/264700_2257010543790_1204159780_2781480_2346468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajPOcNjTc10/TjWgDNx3ZuI/AAAAAAAABQE/fXO1268fp98/s320/264700_2257010543790_1204159780_2781480_2346468_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635586485822908130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esplanade Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1L9CBOYYf4/TjWhiQr4Z-I/AAAAAAAABQk/h_PEYKKIMBk/s1600/270780_2257025544165_1204159780_2781524_2228239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1L9CBOYYf4/TjWhiQr4Z-I/AAAAAAAABQk/h_PEYKKIMBk/s320/270780_2257025544165_1204159780_2781524_2228239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635588118690686946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Fullerton Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQSeF8BtEoE/TjWhSER2NiI/AAAAAAAABQc/oVJzdFGq_so/s1600/263885_2257050224782_1204159780_2781595_3711230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQSeF8BtEoE/TjWhSER2NiI/AAAAAAAABQc/oVJzdFGq_so/s320/263885_2257050224782_1204159780_2781595_3711230_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635587840482358818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45MYwX4Mt6U/TjWJ60wEIAI/AAAAAAAABN0/ixTcLcvd4uM/s1600/264299_2152777389112_1536741253_32297088_6510987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45MYwX4Mt6U/TjWJ60wEIAI/AAAAAAAABN0/ixTcLcvd4uM/s320/264299_2152777389112_1536741253_32297088_6510987_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635562152409702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Clarke Quay, &lt;/span&gt;dinner spot with various restaurants side from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore River&lt;/span&gt;. This place was dashing and simply romantic. I'd love to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;: Last stop at shopping district!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we didn't take a lot of pics there because all of us was too busy spend our last day to shop. My feet were deaaaad!  I also got fever that day and it was quite bothering my last day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-go498KU87jQ/TjWD8YsMYqI/AAAAAAAABNE/qpDSZrG1q_M/s1600/267694_2238185439128_1382787364_32676379_1956094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-go498KU87jQ/TjWD8YsMYqI/AAAAAAAABNE/qpDSZrG1q_M/s320/267694_2238185439128_1382787364_32676379_1956094_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635555582167245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djabo5qFAXQ/TjWJ7O36jTI/AAAAAAAABN8/A16DZXO20eA/s1600/269620_2238192199297_1382787364_32676390_2980328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djabo5qFAXQ/TjWJ7O36jTI/AAAAAAAABN8/A16DZXO20eA/s320/269620_2238192199297_1382787364_32676390_2980328_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635562159421951282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;, heaven of Souvenirs and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Other places were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugis Junction, Bugis Village, &lt;/span&gt;and back to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;. Shop a lot of stuffs there! But so sad we couldn't make it to Little India, Haji Lane, and some other places because seemed like times up for us.. it was nearly evening and we have to make sure we won't be late to Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeVRgRkmqBs/TjWlXhIy9LI/AAAAAAAABQ0/paHD_4p2qdE/s1600/267693_2238195639383_1382787364_32676400_304437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeVRgRkmqBs/TjWlXhIy9LI/AAAAAAAABQ0/paHD_4p2qdE/s320/267693_2238195639383_1382787364_32676400_304437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592332174881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt;. Finally met a plate of rice again, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrap!! Thank you Spore, and thank you guys for those jolly times!! Hope I could have the next trip soon :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3747436927691257906?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3747436927691257906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3747436927691257906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3747436927691257906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3747436927691257906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/07/spore-2011.html' title='First Outseas Summer Holiday: Spore 2011'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S2ZJMuagvQ/TjWMyUsLLvI/AAAAAAAABOM/KOaPQJbEErY/s72-c/263818_2151085906826_1536741253_32294111_7582999_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3209684243794815493</id><published>2011-07-26T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:50:17.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Update, Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKuv03J9s60/Tja141dG8WI/AAAAAAAABQ8/jD6yrbTJ-0g/s1600/tumblr_lmys52CfV01qzfjmqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKuv03J9s60/Tja141dG8WI/AAAAAAAABQ8/jD6yrbTJ-0g/s320/tumblr_lmys52CfV01qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635891971727225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so tough keeping myself a promise to write things out regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what this blog have been missing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second semester was just so-so. It's merely passed, remembering the seldomness I talk about that here.&lt;br /&gt;-Some marks in certain subjects disappoint me. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;-I have been doing Semester Pendek class due to revise my score. Ugh, what a great holiday's obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday Gemini Girl! :) I got four surprises from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you so much for Ayu &amp;amp; Rara for the strawberry cheesecake in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-To Dea, Manda, &amp;amp; Ike, y'know.. I still could not believe you guys just cherished my day :'), -Violeta: Monic, Amanda, Bocil, Henni, Helsa, Fimel, Prilly, Arab, thank you loads guys!&lt;br /&gt;-To Dhea for a little surprise with crumb of cupcake and bday candle on a Magnum for me, nothing could be more silly and lovely in common as I got from you, thank u!&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy bday girl! All ended with a word Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self insecurities about Academic Issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have mentioned either in implicit or expressive way that I have a problem dealing with my current life rite now. Everything's just seemed not enough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not as easy as fills what empty and scratch what itch.&lt;/span&gt; Some situations just don't get me satisfy enough.&lt;br /&gt;Here what I had been doing few weeks back then: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in the middle of move from it or deal with it.&lt;/span&gt; I decided trying to move from my faculty by taking SNMPTN test again this year, but in the other side, I had to keep my lecture stuffs stay good considering if I couldn't pass the SNMPTN test. I'd tried my best to keep them both balance. That was the damn thing which was really irritated me. I was being an half-ass minded person who couldn't take a risk and too cautious in taking step. I wish I could either choose to give a damn or not to give a damn at all between each of them. But a wish is solely a wish. At the end, I failed in SNMPTN test. I failed become an Communication Student which was currently my latest hope. On the other side my academic score this semester got worse, and apparently that is the only situation I have to deal ahead. Yep, I guess it's all wrap. I can't be more any wise than today. It definitely made me terribly sad, but I either couldn't leave myself stay underpressed anyhow, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapooh Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Spore last June with Rara, Jumi, Ica and a friend of Rara, Widya. That was my first time being there, and it was so exciting! WoHoo, gonna share it all out l8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3209684243794815493?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3209684243794815493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3209684243794815493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3209684243794815493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3209684243794815493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-zombies.html' title='Update, Update!'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKuv03J9s60/Tja141dG8WI/AAAAAAAABQ8/jD6yrbTJ-0g/s72-c/tumblr_lmys52CfV01qzfjmqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1963729426551365277</id><published>2011-04-03T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:52:24.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college essay'/><title type='text'>Family and Marriage</title><content type='html'>Love is the thing which is unmentioned in explicit way, but the well-known point of whole marriage. What is it like to be if we do not keep that feeling to ourself? Marriage happens cause of love and also survive cause of the same thing. Since I have not married yet, the only figure I could evidently know about marriage thing is my parents. I was born after my parents had been married for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time flies and I am grown up, I know that we can not choose who is going to be our family. It is like something that had been designed to each of us as our destiny. I am now having parents and a little sister in a family. Besides the marriage of my parents as a foundation of family, each member of family should also giving contribution such as communicating and supporting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real life, every partner deal with various problems of relationship in a family. In family we will face the things such as conflict, pro and contradiction, and another controversy. It is all actually the common things. It depends on how we could keep the things in the right track. Thus, some problems are might be well-handed, but some others are beyond control. If there comes this case when things become totally wrong and already out of control, then it usually leads to a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce itself, means the partner is already agree to live in separate path each other. In my perception, I believe when it eventually comes to a decision “divorce”, the partner must have already tried to fix things as good as they can in a family.  However, it might be bad and leave severe sorrow to children. In some cases it also offer psychological disorder such as traumatic. The stability of family must have been influenced a lot by that occurance.  So, what is still left in a family after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and family is the thing that completing each other. Back in my perception, when family is mentioned, I tend to define it as a relation of inner feeling. As long as the family keep doing their role; communicating and supporting even after the failure of marriage, there would not be any other good thing than maintain it. The family, however, could not lost its true chemistry. That is to always loving and caring no matter how the condition and the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;CC: An Assignment for Essay Writing. An attempt to write under the terms and rules of good writing. Since I think the lecture emphasize to manage the concept first, I decide to not explore the topic further, so that writing project above is still lack of good materials and intellectual descriptive. Feel free to comment! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1963729426551365277?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1963729426551365277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1963729426551365277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1963729426551365277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1963729426551365277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-and-marriage.html' title='Family and Marriage'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-9185705490856304158</id><published>2011-03-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:56:12.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They said: "Fight for the glory of photography!"</title><content type='html'>"I don't expect much. Hope I could find my happiness in them.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajA-yp4Zbx4/TY3TjAwmY4I/AAAAAAAABLo/nDqA2VrV6Po/s1600/189611_1556329562321_1657689705_1198856_1930674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajA-yp4Zbx4/TY3TjAwmY4I/AAAAAAAABLo/nDqA2VrV6Po/s320/189611_1556329562321_1657689705_1198856_1930674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588355311089378178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRokWdlqtr0/TY3TjaofZmI/AAAAAAAABLw/QYcoGT7VFjQ/s1600/190642_1556290441343_1657689705_1198790_4838384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRokWdlqtr0/TY3TjaofZmI/AAAAAAAABLw/QYcoGT7VFjQ/s320/190642_1556290441343_1657689705_1198790_4838384_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588355318034687586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 03/19/11 | Venue: Villa Cimoko, Bandung, Jawa Barat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-9185705490856304158?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9185705490856304158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=9185705490856304158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9185705490856304158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9185705490856304158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-said-fight-for-glory-of.html' title='They said: &quot;Fight for the glory of photography!&quot;'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajA-yp4Zbx4/TY3TjAwmY4I/AAAAAAAABLo/nDqA2VrV6Po/s72-c/189611_1556329562321_1657689705_1198856_1930674_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3719691054994706161</id><published>2011-03-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:39:42.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that would remind you of your Dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've spent most of time with movies, lately. Nganggur dikit, nonton dvd. Lagi ngga nganggur pun, di nganggur-nganggurin buat nonton dvd. Satu-satunya cara sendirian dan ngga bosen ya ini, nonton film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betewe, ada yg udah nonton kedua film dibawah ini?&lt;br /&gt;These two are really eyes-watering-movie. Suerrrr. Mata gue kaya keran bocor pas nonton ini.  Eh, tapi belum tentu sih orang lain bakal ngalamin hal yg serupa. But if you guys really love your Dad; Father; Bapak; Ayah; whatever you named it, pasti film ini bakalan nyentuh hati banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WM6osrmehDM/TYybOBlNdrI/AAAAAAAABLg/K_OHntEVSFQ/s1600/everybodys_fine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WM6osrmehDM/TYybOBlNdrI/AAAAAAAABLg/K_OHntEVSFQ/s320/everybodys_fine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588011902904923826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody's Fine (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur aja pas ngeliat covernya, gue rada ga tertarik, soalnya keliatan standar banget. Gue sempet ambil dvd ini dari etalase dan liat2 sinopsis singkatnya, ga lama setelah itu gue taro lagi. Kebetulan, di deket gue ada dua orang dan gue ga sengaja denger pembicaraan mereka yang kurang lebih seperti ini: Eh lo udah nonton everybody's fine belom? Gilaa, sedih banget.. Gue nangis loh. Dan ditanggapi oleh temennya: Oh ya? Yg mana sih filmnya..? Dan setelah ngedenger itu, ga banyak mikir langsung gue ambil dan bayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jadi?---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya tentang seorang laki-laki tua (yg juga seorang ayah) yang baru aja menghadapi kepergian istrinya yg meninggal karena sakit. Beliau tinggal dirumah sendirian karena keempat anak-anaknya semua udah cukup umur dan menjalani hidup masing-masing di tempat yg berbeda. Si ayah ini, pengen banget seluruh anggota keluarganya ngumpul, oleh karena itu dia calling semua anak-anaknya untuk dateng. Awalnya, semua anak-anaknya sepakat untuk berkumpul pada hari yg ditentukan, namun sedihnya saat sang ayah udah prepare everything bgt, ya makanan, beres2 rumah, dll, anak2nya ngebatalin janji di menit2 terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meeeen, pas scene itu lo harus liat figur tua seorang bapak yg kecewa saat menerima telfon dari anak-anaknya yg ngasih kabar bahwa ga ada satupun dari mereka yg bisa dateng buat kumpul. Alesannya sih semua pada sibuk!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Pada dasarnya, mereka semua adalah satu keluarga yg saling menyayangi dan saling menjaga. Itu semua ga terlepas dari peran besar seorang ayah dalam mendidik anak-anaknya. Tapi ya itu, ternyata kesempurnaan tidak selalu terlihat seperti aslinya. Jadi, apakah anak2 tersebut benar-benar sibuk sampai ga bisa ngunjungin sang ayah atau mereka punya alesan lain? Daripada gue ngetik pake urat karena terlalu semangat cerita, lebih baik ditonton sendiri deh ya (buat yg belum nonton), dan jgn lupa siapin tissue. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b67KqrWbCEI/TYybN-Z1MLI/AAAAAAAABLY/11j_gK8SjTU/s1600/The%2BLast%2BSong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b67KqrWbCEI/TYybN-Z1MLI/AAAAAAAABLY/11j_gK8SjTU/s320/The%2BLast%2BSong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588011902051889330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Song (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewek-cewek biasanya udah nge-checklist film ini dalam daftar movie-done watching mereka. Gue sendiri termasuk telat nonton film ini, mengingat film ini lumayan banyak dibicarain orang. Basically, this love is about romance. Ya jelas atuh dari covernya juga udah tau. Tapi setelah ditonton, film ini punya unsur lain yg diangkat, yaitu kompleksitas keluarga. Figur yang paling ditonjolkan sih lagi lagi seorang Ayah. Ronnie (Miley Cyrus) dan adiknya, diantar oleh Ibunya untuk tinggal sama ayahnya selama liburan summer. Semenjak kejadian perceraian mereka, si Ronnie jadi sensi berat sama bokapnya. Dia juga jadi anak yg bandel dan cuek banget. Tapi salutnya, si ayah sabar banget ngadepin ketusnya Ronnie, nyolotnya Ronnie, dan semua sikap dinginnya dia. Gue sendiri pas nonton aja ikut emosi karna mikir gimana jadinya kalo bokap gue yg punya anak kaya gitu, muahaha #terbawaperasaan. Pada akhirnya toh Ronnie akan melihat sendiri, seorang ayah tetaplah seorang ayah. Perannya yang gagal sebagai suami belum tentu sama dengan perannya sebagai ayah. Jujur aja gue ngga begitu concern sama romance-nya karena udah ketebak banget, so gue lebih tersita perhatiannya dengan cerita si ayah ini. Nonton deh, nonton, ini juga ngga kalah sedih sama Everybody's Fine lho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else have any movie suggestion to watch? Glad to have some more of reccomendations... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3719691054994706161?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3719691054994706161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3719691054994706161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3719691054994706161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3719691054994706161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-that-would-remind-you-of-your.html' title='Something that would remind you of your Dad.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WM6osrmehDM/TYybOBlNdrI/AAAAAAAABLg/K_OHntEVSFQ/s72-c/everybodys_fine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-598529167022649495</id><published>2011-01-19T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:51:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost From Mirtsy Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;My Personality :&lt;br /&gt;* I’m loud&lt;br /&gt;* I’m obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;* I’m sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;* I’m cocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I cry easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a bad temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* For the most part, I don’t like people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;* I have more enemies than friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve smoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve smoked weed&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I drink coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I clean my room daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appearance :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I wear makeup (*not everyday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wear a piece of jewelry at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I wear contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;  * I wear glasses (*not everyday)&lt;br /&gt;* I have/had braces&lt;br /&gt;* I change my hair color often&lt;br /&gt;* I straighten my hair often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have piercings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;* I have small feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m in a relationship now&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’m single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m crushing&lt;br /&gt; * I’m in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’m always scared of being hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An ex has physically abused me, at least once&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  * I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve been in love more than two times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;* I believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships :&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * I have at least ten friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can trust at least five people with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences :&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve been on a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Someone close to me has died&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve taken a taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve taken a city bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve taken a school bus&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve gone bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve made a speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in some sort of club (*school club?)    * I’ve won an award&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in a physical fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I listen to R&amp;amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I listen to country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I listen to pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I listen to techno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I listen to rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate the radio&lt;br /&gt;* I buy CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television :&lt;br /&gt;* I spend at least six hours a day watching TV&lt;br /&gt;* I watch soap operas daily (*before)&lt;br /&gt;* I’m in love with Days of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked The OC&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve seen and liked Americas Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked Popular&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked 24&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked CSI&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked Everwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I get along with both of my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* My biological parents are still together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I have at least one brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I have at least one sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have at least one step brother/sister&lt;br /&gt;* I have at least one half brother/sister&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been kicked out of my house&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I’ve made my parents cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve lied to my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * I’ve lied to my parents about where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t live with my parents&lt;br /&gt;* Parents are screwed up and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair :&lt;br /&gt;    * I’ve been brown&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had streaks   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve cut my hair in the past year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve dyed my hair in the past year&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been blonde&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been red&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been light brown&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been medium brown&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been blue/green&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;* I’ve gotten my hair thinned&lt;br /&gt;* I use conditioner&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve used Silk Therapy&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve used hot oil treatments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve curled my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve straightened my hair&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve ironed my hair&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve braided my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve yelled at a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve been suspended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had an in-school suspension&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been sent to the principals office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve walked out of class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve skipped an entire day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class    * I’ve failed a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve failed Art&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve failed PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve failed Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I’ve failed Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve failed another class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* A teacher has called my parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-598529167022649495?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/598529167022649495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=598529167022649495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/598529167022649495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/598529167022649495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2011/01/repost-from-mirtsy-belle.html' title='Repost From Mirtsy Belle'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2895413459839518825</id><published>2010-11-12T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:04:18.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, how you made all the beautiful voices? P.s: Why didn't you gave it to me? =P</title><content type='html'>Just like mostly woman in general, we prefer kinds of easy listening song, a bit jazzy, funk, soul, and pop---based on my girl friends &amp;amp; other girls around me. If you think you are one of that kind, you might like this video. Or... among of you might already knew this? Isn't it lovely, Hoo? :-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSQgy8hE8wI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSQgy8hE8wI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCb4S2IqTEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCb4S2IqTEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-l8OqlPDgQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-l8OqlPDgQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2895413459839518825?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2895413459839518825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2895413459839518825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2895413459839518825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2895413459839518825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-god-how-you-made-all-beautiful.html' title='Dear God, how you made all the beautiful voices? P.s: Why didn&apos;t you gave it to me? =P'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4497432435363512654</id><published>2010-11-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:16:18.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all these time..</title><content type='html'>Well.. I am between the weird exciteness and yearning about something now. In this case, about type this post, to back in blog again. Kindly say hello, anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's november already, and december will be upcoming soon. I can't stand how day went so fast each day, knowing that I've wasted so much time unproductively back then. Ah, ya! The midterm week has just over, and I'm soooo curious about my score.  I know this is not highschool, the score are not posted on the wall like my school (I miss mob into the hectic atmosphere like when people try to find out they own score, it was amusing yet annoying at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo..&lt;br /&gt;That just a piece of my early journey in this town. Have I told you that Jatinangor is pretty much nice? Even more it's fun &amp;amp; fancy, practically. It doesn't mean that the voice of sigh which was resounding yesterday is already fade. I am still jet lag in here.. The meaning of fun in my statement, is about the place. Once again, the place. I love the circumstance, foodstall spread around everywhere. I could have martabak in right hand came along with grilled banana in other side. I know it's awfully fattening, but hard to resist though. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jet lag, I guess it's also refer to shock culture. The Sundanese people are nice, I gladly honor for anyone who willing to teach me Sundanese, by the way. Tehehehehe. I started to abridge my Jakarta accent at certain time, you know, that "lo-gue" thing which is sooooo common in Jakarta, some people are just not fit with that. It's all about behave, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I go out with some common people in here, mostly of them are boys (I forget how to make friends with ladies at the first time; sigh). That's one of the biggest aspect of my jet lag syndrome. I used to be between a bunch of girls... The way we interract, share, recognize ourself well each other, those are thing I can't find here. Its freakinly scotch myself, if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I give you one gold ticket to sneak out into my dorm room for a while. Kinda interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfca_pflI/AAAAAAAABJM/sChct9X6KmQ/s1600/DSC05279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfca_pflI/AAAAAAAABJM/sChct9X6KmQ/s320/DSC05279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538406583646125650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Teddy &amp;amp; Mr Turts; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its jarwo, actually. &lt;/span&gt;The gifts whose given by my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfdMwftLI/AAAAAAAABJc/tQkK8A4CuBU/s1600/DSC05289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfdMwftLI/AAAAAAAABJc/tQkK8A4CuBU/s320/DSC05289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538406597004342450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Holy Bible. SSHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxg_RWG_nI/AAAAAAAABJs/TOBfQjyw_s8/s1600/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxg_RWG_nI/AAAAAAAABJs/TOBfQjyw_s8/s320/DSC05282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538408281863028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxg_rIiWfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/3C8rKfHcXZk/s1600/DSC05290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxg_rIiWfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/3C8rKfHcXZk/s320/DSC05290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538408288785422834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr.. I think I grown up and realizing that we (re: women) need to use that thing, inevitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfcCQpWII/AAAAAAAABJE/uYRkWkDsZOc/s1600/DSC05268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfcCQpWII/AAAAAAAABJE/uYRkWkDsZOc/s320/DSC05268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538406577006532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfdWBeEII/AAAAAAAABJk/Qly4rm_ZYFs/s1600/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfdWBeEII/AAAAAAAABJk/Qly4rm_ZYFs/s320/DSC05276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538406599491457154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentences clearly elucidate. Hooh.. I just spontaneously become emo whenever deal things refer to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxl1ks6spI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EwrGuY3l-vM/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 660px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxl1ks6spI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EwrGuY3l-vM/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538413612818412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles/Cranberries/J.Mraz/Albert Posis/B. Mcknight/McFly. Lotta love, they rock my days.&lt;br /&gt;So, see you when I see you? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4497432435363512654?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4497432435363512654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4497432435363512654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4497432435363512654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4497432435363512654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-all-these-time.html' title='After all these time..'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TNxfca_pflI/AAAAAAAABJM/sChct9X6KmQ/s72-c/DSC05279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-935387199179050808</id><published>2010-10-31T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:03:07.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check the bold lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;small class="date"&gt;      &lt;/small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt  something really good before, so I have to take the bad with the good.  So I guess what I’m feeling is like a ‘beautiful sadness.’”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(“Satu-satunya alasan aku bisa sesedih ini adalah jika aku  merasakan sesuatu yang begitu baik sebelumnya, jadi aku harus  membandingkan yang buruk dengan yang baik. Jadi kurasa apa yang  kurasakan ini seperti ‘kesedihan yang indah.’”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Butters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dari &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;South Park&lt;/strong&gt; episode #714&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalimat sederhana di atas diucapkan tokoh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Butters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dari  South Park saat dia patah hati. Kata-kata ini mengajari Mond, bahwa  setiap kali kita bersedih, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kita sedih karena kita pernah benar-benar  bahagia sebelumnya.&lt;/span&gt; Kita sedih saat kehilangan karena kita pernah  memiliki. Kita sedih saat kalah karena kita pernah merasakan kemenangan.  Kita sedih saat kesepian karena kita pernah ditemani seseorang.  Kesedihan macam itulah yang merupakan kesedihan sejati, kesedihan yang  eksis karena pernah ada kebahagiaan sebelumnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesedihan semacam itulah  yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;harusnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; membuat kita bersyukur dan nggak bersedih lama-lama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, sejujurnya ini copy-paste. Because I'd never got the true explanation of what thing that have been exist in my mind before. Ketahuilah bahwa ini tidak mudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-935387199179050808?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/935387199179050808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=935387199179050808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/935387199179050808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/935387199179050808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/10/check-bold-lines.html' title='Check the bold lines.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5818490384388964663</id><published>2010-09-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:04:48.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishy washy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by all the post i've ever written, is there someone realize that i am a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inconsistent&lt;/span&gt; person? i have tendency to follow whatever idea is dominant in my head, without seriously consider how it's going to be later. and the application of that bad habit is,  i am the most hard decision maker. i aint need a long time to take something, instead i take something too fast than i should. and eventually, i always trapped with my own choice &amp;amp; hitted by a total confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i screwed up much things, easily. from each aspects of my life. gosh, i even nearly deserve to get more damned things rather than all of this goodness. one thing barely happened, my relationship has officially ended. it seems like just yesterday, i told myself i was in love. remember i wrote that i got butterflies inside my stomach? but it all now flies up. as you could see two months later, things changed my mind so fast. i don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another case is about twitter. o-o-o... this sensational website is never going to be out of date. i had deleted my twitter account, check this &lt;a href="http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-goodbye.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, you'll find the reason. but not long after that, i made a new one. its because i couldn't resist its temptation! then after back into twitterland &amp;amp; be in the same atmosphere (with some new refreshment by new people), i get back my old feeling. seeing too many people's random thought &amp;amp; social issues vex me a lot. maybe practically i just need a space to livemy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is what im going to spill out. this thing, which i've been constantly whining about.. is my college life. i know, i know. i remember it well, how myself was dying by university entrancement, until snmptn announcement saved my life at the last minute. months ago, i convinced myself, the only one my target is unpad. i was one percent assuredness, yes i did. but i never think that my life there would be so hard. everything feels so uncomfortable since i knew this circumstance is uber hectic! all i keep thinking is find a way how to get my life back here, at my real home :( include.. maybe taking university test again next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know anybody is going to advice me with their each way of words but just only one point: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;, before time force you to appreciate what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" gaaaaah, i'm sick. how long someone need a time to could be fine at a new place? a month? two? three? years?? ages???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond all these complain above, i am full awareness, i need to shake off myself from this complexity. choose one of them, fitting yourself well and be grateful, or loose one situation to chase another desire. or you will always be under this vagueness. my most fearness is... its a total peculiar thought actually, but frankly, i am so afraid i'll lose His bless because of my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maka nikmat Tuhan mana yang kamu dustakan?"&lt;/span&gt; (qs ar-rahman 55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my silence is my loudest cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8089929658742312519-5818490384388964663?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5818490384388964663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5818490384388964663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5818490384388964663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5818490384388964663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/09/wishy-washy.html' title='wishy washy.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-432138120634356052</id><published>2010-09-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:53:16.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, gini ya jadi anak kuliah.</title><content type='html'>Baiklah readers, kalian tau kalau saya nulis postingan baru tandanya saya lagi pulang ke Jakarta. Hiks, abis belum dibeliin laptop + koneksi internetnya sama Papa. Jadi satu2nya penghubung sama dunia maya cuma lewat hp. Kata2 dan paragraf berikutnya akan berisi curhatan saya yg panjaaaaaang banget. Jadi, bersabarlah jika ingin membaca :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu kemarin gue kuliah perdana loh.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini jadwal kuliah semester ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHibS77gYI/AAAAAAAABHs/sJNf_v3DwUA/s1600/Capture13_6_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHibS77gYI/AAAAAAAABHs/sJNf_v3DwUA/s320/Capture13_6_51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512936377445745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue harus. akan. mulai. terbiasa. dengan bahasa inggris setiap harinya.&lt;br /&gt;Cinlau kw berapa bisa kali niCh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneran deh, gue sick banget sama masa transisi ini. Ya namanya juga lagi adaptasi, masih belom enjoy gitu. Kayanya gue perlu org deh, utk menulis gede2 di jidat gue "STOP WHINING". Abis, gimana ga ngeluh coba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA.&lt;br /&gt;1. Lo cuma tau bahwa hidup lo akan dihabiskan pukul stgh 7 pagi smp jam 2 disekolah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pake seragam. Ga perlu repot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelas lo disitu2 aja. Nyamper temen ke kelas laen gampang.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jajan tinggal ngesot ke kantin.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kalo ngantuk tinggal ngelindur di meja. Karena mejanya kayu, dan gede!&lt;br /&gt;6. Teman SMA, ga tergantikan. -tsah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;1. Jadwal lo absurd. Kdg ada kelas pagi, kdg siang. Liat deh jadwal gue yg hari kamis? Masuk satu kelas jam setengah 3 sampe setengah 5. Kentang ngga tuh?&lt;br /&gt;2. Bajunya bebas. Asik sih bisa gaya. Tapi mesti ganti2 baju juga kali ya..&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelas lo pindah2, dan gedungnya gede banget.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jajan jauh.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ga bisa ngaso2. Kan meja anak kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;6. Temen kuliah? Ya asik sih, tp ga akan bnr2 kaya temen SMA, because we all are on our way becoming an adult. Semua jd lebih individualis. Mentingin target. Apa2 ya urus sendiri. Mungkin gue bisa lah dpt sahabat 1-2 org disini.. Tp jgn harap lo bakalan punya habitat seperti di SMA, dgn temen2 yg merakyat dan kekeluargaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm apalagi ya.. Sebenernya banyak banget yg ngeganggu pikiran. Pengen rasanya semua2 ditulis di blog, tapi kan ga bisa gitu ya. Ada beberapa yg mau ngga mau, you have to keep it by yourself. Pokoknya beberapa pekan ini gue merasa miss happiness banget deh. Gue bener2 kesepian disana. Ada lah beberapa kenalan baru, tapi gue tuh orangnya bener2 cocok2an kalo temenan. Sama anak kelasan gue juga belum cocok. Ngga bermaksud sombong, tapi karena kelas gue itu lulusan SNMPTN, jadi anak2nya bnr2 dari macam2 daerah, karakternya sebenernya setipe. Secara garis besarnya, mereka itu jaiman, becandanya halus, kalem, alim, dan pastinja... Pintar. Berhubung selama di 38 gue terbiasa dgn ceng2an yg menguji mental dan terbiasa dgn bahasa preman, jadi ya gue ngerasa sedikit kaku. Kalo lo terbiasa di Jakarta dan mau ngerasain adaptasi yg bener2, go, try blend with my class! Keluar2 langsung aku-kamu seharian. Hahahaha. Tapi perbedaan itu indah kan... :) Sok bijak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a call.&lt;br /&gt;Me: bla bla bla bla bla~ (cerita)&lt;br /&gt;X: Ngomong apa sih? Cepet banget ngomongnya ky orang sunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percaya ngga percaya logat gue mulai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agak sunda.&lt;/span&gt; Barudak nangor euy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi nih, bagi para drama korea lovers coba diliat barang yg satu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHy59k_yWI/AAAAAAAABH8/_FkLgRHdkoE/s1600/IMG00342-20100903-0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHy59k_yWI/AAAAAAAABH8/_FkLgRHdkoE/s320/IMG00342-20100903-0607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512954496474401122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya Cha Moo Jin. Asli korea, baru tinggal 9 bulan di Indonesia. Ngomongnya lucuuuu banget. Dan dia belajar Sastra Jepang di Unpad. Btw dia suka lagunya Vierra yg Rasa Ini. Ancang2 pemirsa dahsyat nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHy6DqGCYI/AAAAAAAABIE/FHvayvIOTao/s1600/IMG00547-20100903-0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHy6DqGCYI/AAAAAAAABIE/FHvayvIOTao/s320/IMG00547-20100903-0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512954498106395010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini foto setelah bikin atribut ospek buat tgl 25. Ini kelompok saya, kelompok 6 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jadi begitulah curhatan saya kali ini.. Oya fyi, Puasa di nangor itu makmur banget! Makanannya segudang. Gue seneng sih udah di Jakarta. Tapi belum apa2 udah kangen jajanan sana lagi. Hihihi. Semogaaaa aja timbangan masih bersahabat sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menjalani minggu akhir ramadhan... ^^&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/8089929658742312519-432138120634356052?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/432138120634356052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=432138120634356052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/432138120634356052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/432138120634356052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-gini-ya-jadi-anak-kuliah.html' title='Oh, gini ya jadi anak kuliah.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TIHibS77gYI/AAAAAAAABHs/sJNf_v3DwUA/s72-c/Capture13_6_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4593263936593498783</id><published>2010-08-24T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:01:11.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>a week feels like a century.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there, humans!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. I'm enjoying my days off in Jakarta. I've just spent a week for University Orientation/OSPEK. Less fun. Lots fatigue. Its all about new face.. New atmosphere.. New life. And im far from excited. Because everybody is stranger!! I hate to be in the middle some unfamiliar crowd who forced me to adapt myself soon :( But its unavoidable, no matter what, i have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those period, i've met a lot of new friends. Lucky me there are a few friends (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i could say that&lt;/span&gt;) who spent most of the time with me. Actually they are my old friend from Jakarta, we've been a "just so know each other friends" when we were in Jakarta, but since we knew ourself are in the same town due to college things, we gathered there, unexpectable. And the others named &lt;span&gt;Uma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span&gt;Diandra&lt;/span&gt;, they are my new friend who also came from Jakarta. call me lame bcs i've only made friends with people from the same hometown with me... but easy guys, times will lead me to step farther 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to tell you this, but ospek is not yet finish *big sigh*. Last week just only as "opening ceremony". The real one is still waiting to catch us next month, straight after idul fitri holiday. Nah, lets breathe, welcome to the real jungle. Another rules, another yells, another energy wasted. Give me some power God, at least sprinkle myself with positive energy!! Huh-hah-huh-hah! *ganbatte mode on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture was taken. Sad to know that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, beyond all those stories, i want to show you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/THOtEXidPGI/AAAAAAAABHc/u2-_Gmy930g/s1600/Untitled-2dn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/THOtEXidPGI/AAAAAAAABHc/u2-_Gmy930g/s320/Untitled-2dn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508937059753868386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, its called "iseng2". I just collected my old photos with &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mayzurawr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@mayzurawr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. For additional reason, I miss her soooooo muchhh =(  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4593263936593498783?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4593263936593498783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4593263936593498783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4593263936593498783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4593263936593498783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-feels-like-century_24.html' title='a week feels like a century.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/THOtEXidPGI/AAAAAAAABHc/u2-_Gmy930g/s72-c/Untitled-2dn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5549964274186180219</id><published>2010-08-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:50:35.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>----///</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jerks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more probably hurt except when you see someone not see you as you see him/her. i give up with theories, quotes, statements, life needs realization. whatever... stop teaching me, people. you don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23TLS" title="#TLS" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-5549964274186180219?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5549964274186180219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5549964274186180219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5549964274186180219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5549964274186180219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='----///'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6016090221748019205</id><published>2010-08-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:59:51.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess l'm pretty excited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello dearie!&lt;br /&gt;Back at you, who always take a sit &amp;amp; time to read my post. You guys are my only entertain thing who made me think there's still someone out there who pay attention of my life. Hhoho,  sounds repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its already H-4 guys. I'll be leaving Jakarta this Friday. Whoop, i'll make sure everything is well prepared. I've just made a list about the things i should bring to my new dorm room. Ah ya, i haven't told you yet about that. About my new dorm room. One thing which always stand out in my head is, it placed in an area who had some spooky issues. Erghhhhh. for God's sake, i hate anything spooky or horror or anything similar, and it keeps haunting my mind like hell. But lets see later, wish me luck that everything will be just fine. Emm well,   i guess the room is nice. It may called exaggerate... the furniture explain it well, i mean its too lux for me. but the most cool benefit is its located across my campus. aha! lets be spoiled kid, dude. Involving all those facilities, it made the cost become very expensive. No need to mention how, but i think its beyond reasonable. Actually i already have a plan to find another place with cheaper cost, yeah prolly for the next year, so i just need to stay there for one year. Talk about my plan later. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent these lately days by stay tune on HBO and Starmovies. I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119345/"&gt;I Know What You Did Last Summer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0125439/"&gt;Notting Hill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0963794/"&gt;The Ruins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0814331/"&gt;Spring Breakdown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094137/"&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://www.21cineplex.com/serigala-terakhir,movie,2172.htm"&gt;Serigala Terakhir&lt;/a&gt;, the last one was being watched when the Boys were coming to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another else, i keep contact with my "garbage can" Egip, lots of story to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TGAwX3-tV4I/AAAAAAAABHE/hwBnbnoBPwE/s1600/Capture23_41_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TGAwX3-tV4I/AAAAAAAABHE/hwBnbnoBPwE/s320/Capture23_41_39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503451931368839042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TGAwXkpocFI/AAAAAAAABG8/N-bUvnhRNPs/s1600/Capture23_40_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TGAwXkpocFI/AAAAAAAABG8/N-bUvnhRNPs/s320/Capture23_40_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503451926180163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Bayu anyway, but i guess he was too busy with his ospek thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, I rarely keep in touch with my boyf... But still my inbox is full with him. I meet my new college friends on Facebook. Thx God its twentieth century. I never thought i will make friends with so many people from the various origin. I hope Unpad would give me much amazing experience and story, same as how highschool taught me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.. that's all my unnecessary life's update. I'll tell you more things soon. Stay around! :)&lt;br /&gt;Love. Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6016090221748019205?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6016090221748019205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6016090221748019205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6016090221748019205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6016090221748019205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-lm-pretty-excited.html' title='I guess l&apos;m pretty excited.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TGAwX3-tV4I/AAAAAAAABHE/hwBnbnoBPwE/s72-c/Capture23_41_39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6790892691420358570</id><published>2010-07-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:41:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God (finally) answered my pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Pray as tough as everything depended on God, work as tough as everything depended on you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rara&lt;/span&gt; said "Jgn lupa sujud syukur Nya, God loves you...:-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TECP3W-T-sI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1Ao_awUrL0/s1600/untitledssss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TECP3W-T-sI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1Ao_awUrL0/s320/untitledssss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494549726614518466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;S1 Sastra Inggris - Universitas Padjadjaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm crazily amazingly totally terribly HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, track record perjuangan saya mulai dari sini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ujian Mandiri &lt;span&gt;UGM&lt;/span&gt; - Failed&lt;br /&gt;Ujian Mandiri &lt;span&gt;UNPAD&lt;/span&gt; - Failed (mampus lo nolak gue sih, keterima jg kan akhirnya!! ;P)&lt;br /&gt;Ujian Mandiri &lt;span&gt;UI&lt;/span&gt; - Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;jian&lt;span&gt; M&lt;/span&gt;asuk &lt;span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ersama - Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eleksi &lt;span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;asional &lt;span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erguruan&lt;span&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;inggi &lt;span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;egeri - Success.&lt;br /&gt;Lo bisa bayangin ga, berapa kali Allah menjatuhkan gua.. Membangunkan gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas &lt;span&gt;SNMPTN&lt;/span&gt;, jurusan yg gue pilih:&lt;br /&gt;1. Universitas Indonesia - Psikologi (FYI, ini bangkunya cuma 20 yg daftar hampir seribu)&lt;br /&gt;2. Universitas Padjajaran - Sastra Inggris (69 bangku dari 800-an pendaftar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pasti lo bingung kan kenapa gue milih Psikologi? Ya namanya juga ABG labil, maklumin aja kalo cita2 berubah mulu. Enggak deng, sebenernya karna banyak pertimbangan. Komunikasi UI tuh super duper triple lebih berat. Pendaftarnya banyak banget, sampe 1000 lebih... Bangkunya lagi2 cuma 20, bisa nggak napas gua. Makanya saya memutuskan banting stir ke Psikologi, eh masih ngga dapet juga... Tapi Allah Maha Adil, dia tau banget gue sempet kepengen Unpad waktu Ujian Mandiri sampe setengah idup. Terjawab deh sudah... Ini jawaban doa paling indah yg pernah gue dapet :') Gue bakal berusaha untuk total dalam bidang apapun yg gue tekunin. Prinsipnya cuma satu: &lt;span&gt;TOTALITAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, Allah Maha Adil. Jgn pernah capek berdoa, memohon, dan berusaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia tau, dia liat, dia dengar, dan dia ngga pernah tidur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Goodbye &lt;span&gt;Indonesia Banking School&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;amp; Sorry Mom i cant keep your dream to see me being a worker at Bank Indonesia :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6790892691420358570?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6790892691420358570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6790892691420358570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6790892691420358570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6790892691420358570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-finally-answered-my-pray.html' title='God (finally) answered my pray.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TECP3W-T-sI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1Ao_awUrL0/s72-c/untitledssss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1077917880450478113</id><published>2010-07-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:48:13.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this goodbye?</title><content type='html'>What is your first idea when you see the title? No, no, i'm not going anywhere. I'm steadfastly stay here. That question automatically asked when i was going to deactivated my twitter account. And finally i've already done it. So say goodbye to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/vanyaviranda"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@vanyaviranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the reasons behind:&lt;br /&gt;this is what i called a real climax of this disgust feeling. some people's talk just made me get cranky easily. most of them do humiliate, sarcastic action, act wisely as if they really are, and it all often feels so offensive. i'm not the real wisely twitter user, but i think i'd been speak properly all this time. not using any dirty words neither harsh words. yeah maybe most of my tweet speak about my feeling, sometimes looks like a drama queen, and also i've ever used it to tease someone so hardly, one time. -- but i guess i'd never gone to harm somebody deliberately anymore after that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oiya, hopefully after i deleted my twitter account, i'll get something better. perhaps, being someone who doesnt know anything (random) is better, because you dont need to take part inside it, and lucky you if you dont need to know something that probably could hurt you. pretend to dont know anything is much better, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... au revoir fussy yet entertaining yet hilarious world named twitter; i'll be missing you. missing someplace to share. if i change my mind someday, maybe i'll back to hit you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1077917880450478113?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1077917880450478113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1077917880450478113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1077917880450478113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1077917880450478113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-goodbye.html' title='Is this goodbye?'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8740825347809602364</id><published>2010-07-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:00:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and random things around.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Seems like i just wrote my last post yesterday, but apparently, i dont have enough self-capacity to keep all the things only in my head. Lets spill anything here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First case. Im in love. Is it important? Nobody even needs to know. Well kay, i just try to make an intro. Now i'm still enjoying my holiday. This might be the longest and suckest holiday ever. Actually i dont really enjoy it. Not accepted yet in any public university makes my life's been so gloomy. Despite &lt;a href="http://www.ibs.ac.id/ibs15/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IBS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;already being mine, it still doesn't make me happy. But what else i need to do except keep trying to be sincere, regulating my own respiratory system -- quite irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that major problem of mine, i keep doing everything fine. I rarely do outdoor activities -- which is really needed, honestly. I almost stay at home everyday, but luckily my boyfriend often come to accompany me. Sometimes some of boys were join.. they are my only one entertain-thing in this super boring holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmm.. How about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Cup 2010&lt;/span&gt; Euphoria? Ehkekekekek, i miss it anyway. Maybe i'm one of hundred million biliion gazillion people outthere who's not into the thing called football. But since my boyfriend suggest me to support &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt; with a silly way as if here were being asked, so i was with Argentina! Unfortunately they lost the match, Germany beat 'em! But dont worry, i'm with Spain for the next match, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; vs. Germany, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; out as the winner =)) They are going to play at Final Match with Netherland, certainly i keep going with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;. Poor you my bunny, he's with Germany ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, intermezzo intermezzzo, give me space please..&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce my best buddy's band, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/soulitaireband"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.myspace.com/soulitaireband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;I'M SUGGEST YOU WITH ALL MY HEART TO CLICK THAT LINK ABOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. BECAUSE MY BESTFRIEND NAMED FADHIL HAMIDY IS THE MALE VOCALIST OF THAT BAND. IF YOU GUYS PROBABLY ASK WHO THE HELL HE IS. HE IS EX STUDENT OF 38 SHS 2010 AND DEFINITELY WILL BE YOUR NEW HEARTHROB. GO LISTEN THEM. ALL CAPSLOCK MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YELLING WITH MEGA SPEAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;1. I missed A LOT episodes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;. Makes me all being so left out.&lt;br /&gt;2. I missed drawing, my papers of sketch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8740825347809602364?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8740825347809602364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8740825347809602364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8740825347809602364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8740825347809602364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-and-random-things-around.html' title='Random and random things around.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8442982372049564193</id><published>2010-07-09T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T04:29:15.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck in my throat; i keep silent so.</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone here is one of my followers on twitter? If it's yes, then maybe you would know what my recent feeling is. Some of them known that I'm (maybe) really into a crazy little thing called love. To be short, in love. Based on my two latest post, I told you that I'm now in a relationship with a guy, who used to be my bestfriend. Undeniably, I'm happy. I'm just happy. I miss hugging someone like this time. I miss having butterflies in my stomach like anytime we were together. But, nothing's perfect. Not every bird is join to sing with us. Not every flower is blossom for us. There's always a thorn in a rose, and we can't make it all into a perfect form of life like we wants. Well, I talk about, I lost some of them who used to support me. I lost some of my supporters, a kind of brother, and a kind of sister. Life is all about making a choice, making a mistake, and taking a responbility. I know I had decided something, which succesfully made me looks so heartless. But I'm sure this is 100percent fairness. This is my right. Thank you for anyone who express their mind. For anyone who agree or disagree with my decision. For anyone who feels being harmed by me. For anyone who lost their respect to me. But feeling is still feeling. Noone ever expect they want to love somebody, or not to love somebody. Who's ever want to choose to love my bestfriend who also being my ex-boyfriend's bestfriend? Maybe I've broken someone's heart out there, but I still deserve my happiness too. I guess I don't need to build defence anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8442982372049564193?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8442982372049564193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8442982372049564193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8442982372049564193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8442982372049564193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuck-in-my-throat-i-keep-silent-so.html' title='stuck in my throat; i keep silent so.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8857506687162081295</id><published>2010-06-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:34:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, presenting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkuSUuyzOI/AAAAAAAABGc/Qrh8SzpL0tY/s1600/tumblr_l48avfKKwz1qcqt3qo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkuSUuyzOI/AAAAAAAABGc/Qrh8SzpL0tY/s320/tumblr_l48avfKKwz1qcqt3qo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968513265159394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also happens between bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt94bjBrI/AAAAAAAABF8/4v8m5SuUyts/s1600/22141_1318277525924_1500332160_841831_635693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt94bjBrI/AAAAAAAABF8/4v8m5SuUyts/s320/22141_1318277525924_1500332160_841831_635693_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968162070857394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt-cWsATI/AAAAAAAABGE/2NnFzGvDvrE/s1600/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt-cWsATI/AAAAAAAABGE/2NnFzGvDvrE/s320/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968171714150706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt9oWOs_I/AAAAAAAABF0/TdGN6QwRs40/s1600/104305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt9oWOs_I/AAAAAAAABF0/TdGN6QwRs40/s320/104305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968157753586674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he is my.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt_90lZpI/AAAAAAAABGU/gcbCCBsBYXI/s1600/37411_1489468045580_1500332160_1225506_7777649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt_90lZpI/AAAAAAAABGU/gcbCCBsBYXI/s320/37411_1489468045580_1500332160_1225506_7777649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968197877786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is my boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could still have them in a common.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say something like this to the rest one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt_XkzuPI/AAAAAAAABGM/5bBNXtqKKoA/s1600/tumblr_l4qvjbxnu61qb8ndwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkt_XkzuPI/AAAAAAAABGM/5bBNXtqKKoA/s320/tumblr_l4qvjbxnu61qb8ndwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968187611068658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing would change. I wish everything would stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jason Mraz and Ms. Colbie Caillat sing a very happening song named Lucky for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I wish i were as lucky as that song could say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8857506687162081295?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8857506687162081295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8857506687162081295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8857506687162081295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8857506687162081295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-presenting.html' title='Well, presenting..'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCkuSUuyzOI/AAAAAAAABGc/Qrh8SzpL0tY/s72-c/tumblr_l48avfKKwz1qcqt3qo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4666877726340725404</id><published>2010-06-27T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:27:30.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Saras' Bday Bash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvGaRy77I/AAAAAAAABFE/MxTBiRAj8u0/s1600/35883_410335193531_785578531_4292611_1509631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvGaRy77I/AAAAAAAABFE/MxTBiRAj8u0/s320/35883_410335193531_785578531_4292611_1509631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487406458153922482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my chairmate.&lt;br /&gt;My playmates.&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she just throwed her birthday bash at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bondies Cafe&lt;/span&gt; on last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd June&lt;/span&gt;. Just three days apart from mine. Unfortunately she is Cancer when i am Gemini. But we have a lot of favorite things in common.. Sometimes we have a same mindset and point of view for certain things. Despite from all those complex description, i do love her much than she ever thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczLLHv9QI/AAAAAAAABFc/kwraQRKJpwo/s1600/26707_410603028531_785578531_4298740_4847840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczLLHv9QI/AAAAAAAABFc/kwraQRKJpwo/s320/26707_410603028531_785578531_4298740_4847840_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487410938031109378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczKVXi3DI/AAAAAAAABFM/rAFDdVJdhcI/s1600/37216_410598543531_785578531_4298647_4365428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczKVXi3DI/AAAAAAAABFM/rAFDdVJdhcI/s320/37216_410598543531_785578531_4298647_4365428_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487410923601845298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvFnsmXlI/AAAAAAAABE0/tfg8_MW19uk/s1600/37248_1518666645654_1204159780_1501448_7487909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvFnsmXlI/AAAAAAAABE0/tfg8_MW19uk/s320/37248_1518666645654_1204159780_1501448_7487909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487406444576136786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvEhMSOiI/AAAAAAAABEk/1czrvoszcBU/s1600/35802_1518717606928_1204159780_1501615_4157117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvEhMSOiI/AAAAAAAABEk/1czrvoszcBU/s320/35802_1518717606928_1204159780_1501615_4157117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487406425650117154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvGPVsSjI/AAAAAAAABE8/Qv2GsBxTzgA/s1600/30470_410331643531_785578531_4292464_3433200_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvGPVsSjI/AAAAAAAABE8/Qv2GsBxTzgA/s320/30470_410331643531_785578531_4292464_3433200_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487406455217474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcz1vHtPxI/AAAAAAAABFk/hkwOyJNAMaI/s1600/36879_1518713926836_1204159780_1501600_2664590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcz1vHtPxI/AAAAAAAABFk/hkwOyJNAMaI/s320/36879_1518713926836_1204159780_1501600_2664590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487411669249113874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her small present. A pair of earring &amp;amp; necklace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczK4fBjbI/AAAAAAAABFU/AQRyudOxCS0/s1600/30463_410334028531_785578531_4292582_5403168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCczK4fBjbI/AAAAAAAABFU/AQRyudOxCS0/s320/30463_410334028531_785578531_4292582_5403168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487410933028457906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my birthday greeting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCc0lwL4YWI/AAAAAAAABFs/iJELqs16zOs/s1600/Untitled-1+copsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCc0lwL4YWI/AAAAAAAABFs/iJELqs16zOs/s320/Untitled-1+copsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487412494168777058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Dullie. Your party was awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;I wish you nothing, but may Allah always give you the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4666877726340725404?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4666877726340725404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4666877726340725404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4666877726340725404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4666877726340725404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/06/saras-bday-bash.html' title='Saras&apos; Bday Bash.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCcvGaRy77I/AAAAAAAABFE/MxTBiRAj8u0/s72-c/35883_410335193531_785578531_4292611_1509631_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5911676366957684722</id><published>2010-06-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:36:05.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady-on-the-way-to-be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfwuJEuI/AAAAAAAABDk/YfPf02g_QIg/s1600/34048_1515048955214_1204159780_1492134_928672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfwuJEuI/AAAAAAAABDk/YfPf02g_QIg/s320/34048_1515048955214_1204159780_1492134_928672_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486481104884536034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can only be young once. But you can always be immature.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dave Barry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"You are the dancing queen. Young and sweet, only seventeen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Abba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfLxmYFI/AAAAAAAABDU/qwDk9bRskQc/s1600/34048_1515050115243_1204159780_1492141_4978477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfLxmYFI/AAAAAAAABDU/qwDk9bRskQc/s320/34048_1515050115243_1204159780_1492141_4978477_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486481094966927442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear life.. I graduated from Highschool at 16years old, it might be younger than anybody around me at the same grade. I got those super amazing experience at this age. But now im not longer that-sixteen-tears-old-girl anymore. Yes people, i'm finally turned seventeen! No special excitement, i build my pray, i build my dreams. I grow up, and i'm feeling so thankful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here were the people whom I gave the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlgpOO2mI/AAAAAAAABD0/KWe3-xo1JpY/s1600/34048_1515050475252_1204159780_1492143_5006125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 407px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlgpOO2mI/AAAAAAAABD0/KWe3-xo1JpY/s320/34048_1515050475252_1204159780_1492143_5006125_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486481120051518050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlgWuhzTI/AAAAAAAABDs/UJGY8c35Cq0/s1600/34048_1515050715258_1204159780_1492144_7332230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlgWuhzTI/AAAAAAAABDs/UJGY8c35Cq0/s320/34048_1515050715258_1204159780_1492144_7332230_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486481115086703922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there were Rara, Ayu, Saras, Dika, Bayu, &amp;amp; Egif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPmX06bh1I/AAAAAAAABD8/V0dI6sEFBz8/s1600/34048_1515052355299_1204159780_1492154_5388777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPmX06bh1I/AAAAAAAABD8/V0dI6sEFBz8/s320/34048_1515052355299_1204159780_1492154_5388777_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486482068082493266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coolest bestfie. Fyi they're a couple. Me was the one behind that =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfvHvFVI/AAAAAAAABDc/bHN1ALQ1YTY/s1600/34048_1515043435076_1204159780_1492091_6731839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfvHvFVI/AAAAAAAABDc/bHN1ALQ1YTY/s320/34048_1515043435076_1204159780_1492091_6731839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486481104455013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE ATTANDENCE, GUYS. THAT SEVENTEEN NITE COULDNT BE PERFECT AT LAST NITE WITHOUT YOU ALL! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-5911676366957684722?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5911676366957684722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5911676366957684722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5911676366957684722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5911676366957684722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/06/lady-on-way-to-be.html' title='Lady-on-the-way-to-be.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TCPlfwuJEuI/AAAAAAAABDk/YfPf02g_QIg/s72-c/34048_1515048955214_1204159780_1492134_928672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6403262726708921465</id><published>2010-06-18T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:04:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT COMPLAIN.</title><content type='html'>I've been being stroke out by this line. And yes I've been doing that all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wonders,&lt;br /&gt;why am i fat?&lt;br /&gt;why am i still single?&lt;br /&gt;why dont i get it?&lt;br /&gt;why dont he love me?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to do this?&lt;br /&gt;why does it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then finally they will ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should me?&lt;br /&gt;anytime they got something bad. something unsatisfactory. something hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they get any pleasure. their goals. everything stay in a right track. everything goods.&lt;br /&gt;why dont they ask, why should me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After review my old posts since the very first time, i found so many things i've been whined. anytime. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not really-that-anytime&lt;/span&gt;, but i mean, it almost anytime. Contemplating about anything ever happened in my life, i guess it makes me think why i easily get sad, like everything always meant to be wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always thank God for just a big deal without also thank him of every single thing i got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and  in this period of life, i've just had a failureness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my religion, it teaches us to always do anything sincerely. I mean.. Yeah it's right, literally. The hardest feeling i've ever strived for. Either more than so-last-year broken heart or another bad luck incident. I've been doing anything as good as i can, i get rid of anything that could be an obstacle, i work regularly, i stay focus, i wasted most of the time for do this.  But you will get nothing if there's still something you dont do. Be sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i walk, here i think, here i cry. I'm not an obsessive person at all. But i never want something so bad like this before. I've been tired for keep endeavor for this thing, if only every single parts of my body could speak, they will not only just speak but scream. Scream like going to loose off any smothering things who lived inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is such a very complex creature ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps yelling everything at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;It told me to stop hoping/ It told me not.&lt;br /&gt;It told me to start accepting/ It told me to keep struggling.&lt;br /&gt;It told me to think positively/ But reality always slapped.&lt;br /&gt;It told me to stop believing/ Yes i start do it.&lt;br /&gt;It told me"God has the other plans"/ It told me "God not loves you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe those thoughts keep haunting my mind like everyday?&lt;br /&gt;How come i dont complain? Sometimes i think He is not fair, do i deserve this? Every hard work should be paid off with success. But why it doesnt happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"God has three answers for his prayer: Yes, No, or not this time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i learn to stop this mind from popping any negative speculation. Zip this mouth for damning anything. It wont help me to get any better. If it wont come to me, then it would never be mine. Be sincere, and God will lead you to his way :) Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6403262726708921465?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6403262726708921465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6403262726708921465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6403262726708921465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6403262726708921465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-not-complain.html' title='DO NOT COMPLAIN.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8534764221102860209</id><published>2010-06-12T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:26:57.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Graduation.</title><content type='html'>Here comes the day... Graduation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Day when every senior year student officially graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/38-graduation-2009.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one year ago? I have no idea how it through so fast, yesterday was finally my turn!! Exactly on June, 5th 2010. Anyway, here are some photos. Everybody looked so excited! The woman looked fascinating with traditional dress called Kebaya when the guy looked so gorgeous with suit. Wouldn't find another sweet moment as this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZXiEvCI/AAAAAAAABBY/y-bNkB47n7k/s320/32067_1501935987398_1204159780_1454612_7329480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481808070625770530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be framed, soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZN_sc8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9mgdGb-e1LI/s1600/32067_1501924827119_1204159780_1454563_3479485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZN_sc8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9mgdGb-e1LI/s320/32067_1501924827119_1204159780_1454563_3479485_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481808068065653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved MPK Squad :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLaU0qBvI/AAAAAAAABBo/Bo_f2O1je-Y/s1600/28368_406126378531_785578531_4180984_7906361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLaU0qBvI/AAAAAAAABBo/Bo_f2O1je-Y/s320/28368_406126378531_785578531_4180984_7906361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481808087078274802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNVz5HdfpI/AAAAAAAABBw/3C3ADsT9GE4/s1600/32067_1501923027074_1204159780_1454552_8252764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNVz5HdfpI/AAAAAAAABBw/3C3ADsT9GE4/s320/32067_1501923027074_1204159780_1454552_8252764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481819521433829010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNV0C_wcgI/AAAAAAAABB4/quGRDgmqaAk/s1600/32067_1501935267380_1204159780_1454610_422785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNV0C_wcgI/AAAAAAAABB4/quGRDgmqaAk/s320/32067_1501935267380_1204159780_1454610_422785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481819524085871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLYvrZ1JI/AAAAAAAABBI/WTK44DNKjhw/s1600/32067_1501944227604_1204159780_1454653_475724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 427px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLYvrZ1JI/AAAAAAAABBI/WTK44DNKjhw/s320/32067_1501944227604_1204159780_1454653_475724_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481808059927483538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZ7N8qiI/AAAAAAAABBg/1bCqRTkqE-o/s1600/30101_1486024115565_1382787364_31306296_2083842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZ7N8qiI/AAAAAAAABBg/1bCqRTkqE-o/s320/30101_1486024115565_1382787364_31306296_2083842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481808080205031970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Post your message!"&lt;/span&gt;-session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt;: Terimakasih untuk semua waktu, tenaga, pikiran yg udah lo luangkan untuk gue. (Bla bla bla gue lupa karena sebenernya kertasnya hilang :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rara&lt;/span&gt;: Terimakasih fost udah mau jadi temen saya. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saras&lt;/span&gt;: Thankyou for the years.. And for everything we've shared. Love, S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fadhil&lt;/span&gt;: Keep on the right track! I miss you my sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumi&lt;/span&gt;: I'll be missing you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egif&lt;/span&gt;: Makasih juga ya udah mau jadi temen gue.. Maaf kalo gue suka ngeselin hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dini&lt;/span&gt;: I love you guys! Ga ada kata yg bisa gambarin lo semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nindy&lt;/span&gt;: Anyaa jangan lost contact sama gue ya, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;: Ternyata keinginan yg menggebu2 itu ngga baik ya? (Unexplained, readers. Sorry :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;: Jujur kali sama perasaan lo! Gue cukup tau aja ga ada temen sejati, cuma ada kepentingan sejati! F. (Hallo Mr/Ms. Unknown, do i know you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the message i've sent =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bayu&lt;/span&gt;: Semoga lo selalu jadi Bayu yg hebat yg selalu gue kenal. Sukses sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dika&lt;/span&gt;: Good luck prince.. see you again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egif&lt;/span&gt;: Makasih ya buat waktu yg lo luangin utk nemenin gue disaat gue lagi labil, sedih, ngeselin, banyak maunya.. Jangan menyerah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rara&lt;/span&gt;: Someone who knows there is something wrong even there's a biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt;: I love you Ay! Thanks for being the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taslim&lt;/span&gt;: Makasih udah jadi sahabat yang selalu sabar buat gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nindy&lt;/span&gt;: Gue sangat menyayangkan terlalu sedikitnya waktu yang pernah kita punya. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saras&lt;/span&gt;: (Saya lupa pesannya apa, yg jelas saya nulis Best Chairmate as the regard :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cry when i wrote those messages.. Especially for those three special persons. Thanks God i was alone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye SMA 38, thanks for the amazing memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa dinding kelas, ngga akan ada lagi cerita indah didalamnya. Sampai jumpa lorong-lorong sekolah, ngga akan ada lagi derap-derap kebisingan disana. Sampai jumpa papan tulis, terimakasih atas segala ilmu yg sempat tertulis untuk kami. Sampai jumpa lapangan sekolah, suatu saat aku pasti akan ingat rasanya berlari bebas disana. Sampai jumpa pos satpam dan kantin sekolah, ngga akan ada lagi yang mendudukimu tanpa sejuta kisah disana. Sampai jumpa 38!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8534764221102860209?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8534764221102860209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8534764221102860209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8534764221102860209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8534764221102860209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/TBNLZXiEvCI/AAAAAAAABBY/y-bNkB47n7k/s72-c/32067_1501935987398_1204159780_1454612_7329480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4205011254972619712</id><published>2010-05-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:21:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Patience gets its limit."</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to be a friend like you want.&lt;br /&gt;The thing i only know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, i accept you unconditionally as a friend. That's all. Wait, how long we've been a friend? Did i be friend with an invisible essence called "wind" after all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I seemed so melancholy, i don't care you would laugh by the time you find this post, i don't care you would think that i am so naive, i don't care if you think this is not important, i don't care if you never count on me, i don't care if you pretend like nothing happened, i don't care anything, oh yes I LIE. I JUST FED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't really understand you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gue tau temen itu ngga bisa selalu ada, tapi bukan berarti selalu ngga ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of you ever say hello? Ever asked whats up? I love you both, just the way you are..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin lo baru bisa ngerti kalo udah ngerasain rasanya bener2 sayang sama sahabat kaya gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak pernah kita pikirkan ujung perjalanan ini, tak usah kita pikirkan ujung perjalanan ini.. Dan tak usah kita pikirkan akhir perjalanan ini" (Sahabat Sejati - SO7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4205011254972619712?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4205011254972619712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4205011254972619712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4205011254972619712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4205011254972619712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience-gets-its-limit.html' title='&quot;Patience gets its limit.&quot;'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3768707201347480432</id><published>2010-05-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:12:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will know who your real bestfriend when you're down.</title><content type='html'>Feel familiar with that statement? But have you ever felt that way? I guess its my turn right now. My latest posts obviously reflect that im not in a good condition. I confessed pretty little much things.. This and that. When i feel that glory belongs to me, i feel like i have everything. I have amazing people around me. But when i'm weak, i guess they're gone, then if its a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; reality&lt;/span&gt;, what shall i expect anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, now i could judge who my real bestfriend are. First, thanks to people who still support me even the littlest one, i really2 appreciate it. But where are the people that i expect could do more than just ask "whats up"? You know, i dont need some kind a friend who could be so over-care only when i am in broken heart. I dont really give a fuck about love matters. As i grow up, i know which things better to handle with yourself are. We are not teenager anymore.. Problem grows up, we eat new shits everyday. Family, friendship, life, health, money, carrier, college, passion and so on. Told me about PATIENCE? So whats the point of you are being my friend if you're NOT here when i need? Sounds egoist, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. HAVING A GUY AS A BESTFRIEND IS THE REAL BULLSHIT EVER EXISTED.&lt;br /&gt;Case 1. At the end i fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Case 2. At the end He falls at me.&lt;br /&gt;Case 3. He dont really care at me--i expect a wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;Love always ruins this peaceful for many times.&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya. There is no one, a normal man and normal woman, in a close relationship, claimed themselves as a pair of bestfriend, without have a special chemistry between them. Ever felt, or now feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement is been stuck in here. In my mind. Since few hours ago. How did i say that? Yap, now i realize after a long time i make friends with boys, various kind of them, and i proudly pronounce that they are the real bittersweetness in life. Once i feel safe and sound with them, forever i will save them in my heart. If i do care with you, thats the way i am. "Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship -- never." The million times i had moments, the million times it all failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna run through the halls of my high school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna scream at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top of my lungs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Such Thing - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3768707201347480432?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3768707201347480432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3768707201347480432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3768707201347480432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3768707201347480432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-will-know-who-your-real-bestfriend.html' title='You will know who your real bestfriend when you&apos;re down.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4727729008533836819</id><published>2010-05-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:46:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no good trying to keep up friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME BACK THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-in.html"&gt;http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-in.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4727729008533836819?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4727729008533836819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4727729008533836819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4727729008533836819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4727729008533836819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-no-good-trying-to-keep-up.html' title='It&apos;s no good trying to keep up friendships. It&apos;s painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-7177771616273673231</id><published>2010-05-23T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:04:14.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self isolation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_mksMl2ffI/AAAAAAAABAY/nd6OneivrRg/s1600/4242597415_a57d942bd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_mksMl2ffI/AAAAAAAABAY/nd6OneivrRg/s320/4242597415_a57d942bd0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474587901246733810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Hi. A week left goes to June. Feelin' excited? Oh you're kidding.. I lost my appetite, i lost my smile, i lost my cheerfulness, and i always sleepless. I didnt meet many people, i hide myself from my friends, i rarely update my twitter, i close my eyes from the-hectic-facebook-thingy, Its all because my passion is in full power/or i just feel so down because of this failure, eh? Talkin about my passion, yeah, its now on high level. Heat on the top, read as; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on fire!&lt;/span&gt; Yap, i currently spent my days study so hard. I pinned up some papers on my room wall, written about summary of some subjects. I try many ways to make my learning-process easier, failure slapped me fiercely on my cheek, and it feels like there still a hand-shape printed there. So i said to myself to keep struggle.. Keep it up. So i put one statement in my head: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not stop till you get what you want.&lt;/span&gt; I go to my course for having extra class everyday, i study in the middle of the night and always go to sleep after dawn, i root up any exercise books, yeah, as i said, do-not-stop, do-not-give-up. Well, out of realize-two days ago i got fever, but i didnt really give a damn about it. I still forced myself to do this and that.. Studying till drop. And then, now, 'it' really dropped. My body is finally drop. I was accidentally awaken up, and couldn't hold myself anymore. Then you know what? I got measles. Measles. What the hell. I'd never been know this disease before. Yeah, since my mom was infected first about one month ago, and now it just infected me. In last fuckin friday morning, H-1 Umb. I dont know what to say... I cry silently. I ask God why, why He could be so heartless to give me this? Is it His pay of all my hardwork? I dont know, i dont know. I just can shed my tears. But i decided to still take the test, and i've just passed it yesterday. In my pray I always ask God, "please give me strength for any result that will happen later, either it success or fail (again)." For me, the hardest thing after all, is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt; at Him. I ask him to make myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;, resignedly. No hoping much, no dreaming much, this is what Islam called 'tawakkal'. And maybe He sent this disaster as the answer of my pray. He's probably wanna teach me how to surrender.. If a quote says "We do the best, let God do the rest", nah, maybe i should learn about that, and stop moaning. This is hard for me, readers, sorry to give you those cheesy words. Now i'm typing this with relax, maybe tonight i will cry again, oh maybe wont. Its nine o'clock and i dont get my medicines yet, will have a glass of mineral water and four kind of pills. Get well really soon, Jelly ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-7177771616273673231?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7177771616273673231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=7177771616273673231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7177771616273673231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7177771616273673231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/self-isolation.html' title='self isolation.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_mksMl2ffI/AAAAAAAABAY/nd6OneivrRg/s72-c/4242597415_a57d942bd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6144490538765139664</id><published>2010-05-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:36:16.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we ever known each other?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_HQy1OFrjI/AAAAAAAABAA/kghUMTLE_BQ/s1600/tumblr_l2c57gMA0j1qanfjbo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_HQy1OFrjI/AAAAAAAABAA/kghUMTLE_BQ/s320/tumblr_l2c57gMA0j1qanfjbo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472384593930071602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how you go from,&lt;br /&gt;being strangers&lt;br /&gt;to being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to being lovers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-on-the-way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to being strangers again&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times flown, clock's still ticking, leaves has fallen, tears has dropped, clouds never seemed so dark, tone never sounded so ironic, roses never smelled so fragranceless, people never seemed walk so fast. Everything just happened like in 1second after i just did one step faster than yours, i turned my head back, and saw you like 123452634962367 steps behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6144490538765139664?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6144490538765139664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6144490538765139664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6144490538765139664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6144490538765139664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-we-ever-known-each-other.html' title='Do we ever known each other?'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S_HQy1OFrjI/AAAAAAAABAA/kghUMTLE_BQ/s72-c/tumblr_l2c57gMA0j1qanfjbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3679687712173102771</id><published>2010-05-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:37:30.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>When failure greets you for one, two, three or its gonna be more often and often.. what will you do? lock yourself in a room and cry silently, damn God for causing this hard thing, lost your latest passion to keep working, or do another pathetic things? Well, when you dont see sunshine as it used to brighten up your days, its actually God wants you to bright yourself with your own shine. When sunshine started look so dazzling, and you've got yourself forget to say Thanks, till He decided to turn off it lights and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how far a man could be fully proud at himself? I should ask myself for it. And how could i let myself miss those precious oppurtunities? Yeah, regret been always comes late. Now i am on my lowest point of myself.. in case its not slumped or excruciated, but about i see myself from the bottom side. Look what i've done, what i've got, what i've said, and what i've made. I miss the day when there is a real peaceful in my heart and far from this nearly give up thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people around you are expeting a lot of things that you could say it against your ability... And you found noone could help even for being a listener so you decided to talk with your teddy bear and ask, 'Why oh why?'. Its actually you need your own-time for yourself, when advices are no longer useful, you should ask God for the best way that could help you solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they expect from me? A happy couple exist-alive? A great college and major? What else? I have no idea what i am feeling right now, one thing that i realize that i lost my confidence and i starts feeling like i'm around this uncomfort zone. I have to emphasize myself that i need time to alone. No more thing i really want except my parents dreams rite now, and i've been distracted myself for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3679687712173102771?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3679687712173102771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3679687712173102771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3679687712173102771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3679687712173102771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_15.html' title='...'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1676391453375421232</id><published>2010-05-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:14:48.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dianna Agron</title><content type='html'>Please welcome, my amazing role model, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dianna Agron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtflhxvPI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZWwlbBqDSzg/s1600/dianna-agron-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtflhxvPI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZWwlbBqDSzg/s320/dianna-agron-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467419968300760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born April 30, 1986. She is Jewish, and as everyone-best-known, she is an American actress from Glee series and play her role as Quinn Fabray. Since i being sooo addicted to this series, my first favorite actor/actress here is her, following by Matthew Morrison ;p She seems like another all-american-sweetheart with goldie hair, but i think she's adorable. When first i saw her,  i found her appearance is similar like Mandy Moore or either way Jessica Alba. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtgEAVoII/AAAAAAAAA-4/4mQeYgxN1io/s1600/large_image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtgEAVoII/AAAAAAAAA-4/4mQeYgxN1io/s320/large_image-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467419976482005122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtgdAcKPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VXez-baSCUI/s1600/Glee%2BCheerleaders%2BExclusive%2BPerformance%2BFox%2B3hmFqrjTXEQl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtgdAcKPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VXez-baSCUI/s320/Glee%2BCheerleaders%2BExclusive%2BPerformance%2BFox%2B3hmFqrjTXEQl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467419983193319666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel sent from heaven, lol xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AuDoWDFKI/AAAAAAAAA_g/nTDGIde0vls/s1600/Dianna-Agron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AuDoWDFKI/AAAAAAAAA_g/nTDGIde0vls/s320/Dianna-Agron2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420587532162210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-A4BDPG66I/AAAAAAAAA_w/B2OtJb4KZJM/s1600/agronquinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-A4BDPG66I/AAAAAAAAA_w/B2OtJb4KZJM/s320/agronquinn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467431538327481250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-Atg81Hr5I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/G1Q8-BAQ86Y/s1600/001.jpg.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 543px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-Atg81Hr5I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/G1Q8-BAQ86Y/s320/001.jpg.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467419991735775122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her style. She's dressing nicely, most of her outfit is about plain colours such as white and black, in some certain events she wears some kind of pattern-dress or tops, but still, far from pastel choice. Well this is what i see as preppy and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AuDcD1UuI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Wz8m8xl3iM0/s1600/dianna_agron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AuDcD1UuI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Wz8m8xl3iM0/s320/dianna_agron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420584234537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OUR QUINN FABRAY!!! Gosh, how i love see her wearing this cheerios uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-A4Tlc56rI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hMcnCbR0Y9U/s1600/dddddds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-A4Tlc56rI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hMcnCbR0Y9U/s320/dddddds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467431856749800114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a birthday greeting to her Twitter account :D&lt;br /&gt;Check out her Tumblr, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" href="http://felldowntherabbithole.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://felldowntherabbithole.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About her upcoming projects, we will she her at some coming soon movies, there are The Romantics, the Hunters, and Bold Native. Super-duper cant wait to see those!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1676391453375421232?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1676391453375421232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1676391453375421232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1676391453375421232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1676391453375421232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/05/dianna-agron.html' title='Dianna Agron'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S-AtflhxvPI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZWwlbBqDSzg/s72-c/dianna-agron-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2899417911682120076</id><published>2010-04-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:42:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does woman like from a man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9Z4JrJOSsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c5JIUkYNHYA/s1600/yingyangsp2as1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9Z4JrJOSsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c5JIUkYNHYA/s320/yingyangsp2as1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464687305456241346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man's shadow (Yin &amp;amp; Yang).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:small;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;brown hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;black hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | blonde hair | red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | short | same height as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. ear piercings | eyebrow piercings | snake bites | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no piercings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. tattoos | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | idgaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. skater | punk | player | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;indie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | cowboy | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;musician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | prep | jock | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. shy | outgoing | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. mellow | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. blue eyes | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | green eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. wears tight jeans | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wears normal jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | wears baggy jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | vans | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | skate shoes | other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. listens to: metal | rap | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;indie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic rock&lt;/span&gt; | country | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. compliments too much | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;compliments when necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;jokes around all the tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; | jokes when necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. sensitive | hides emotion | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;acts tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. hobbies: computer | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | skating | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drawing&lt;/span&gt; | fishing | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;loves to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | loves to be held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. tons of muscles | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | chubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt; | dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. cusses a lot | never cusses | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;moderatly cusses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | only cusses around friends | who even gives a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 11px;font-family:'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wavy hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | curly hair | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;straight hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; | long hair | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;longish hair&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;short hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;//Feel free to repost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2899417911682120076?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2899417911682120076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2899417911682120076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2899417911682120076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2899417911682120076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-does-woman-like-from-man.html' title='What does woman like from a man..'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9Z4JrJOSsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c5JIUkYNHYA/s72-c/yingyangsp2as1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4484414978104282038</id><published>2010-04-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:52:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSED!</title><content type='html'>Maybe this is an end of the road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9XEBswrw2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/KFZNd0hmazM/s1600/untitleddf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9XEBswrw2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/KFZNd0hmazM/s320/untitleddf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464489256358232930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye-Bye Highschool, we will always be forever young ever after! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4484414978104282038?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4484414978104282038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4484414978104282038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4484414978104282038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4484414978104282038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/passed.html' title='PASSED!'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S9XEBswrw2I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/KFZNd0hmazM/s72-c/untitleddf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4358585766672637004</id><published>2010-04-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:33:13.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The leaves has fallen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, i've got something from &lt;a href="http://firnamaulia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firna's blog&lt;/a&gt;, whatever its called as a-cheesy-article-about-so-stupid-love-facts or anything fits it better than my last statement... At first, I was reading it quickly through sentence by sentence, word by word, but more farther i keep paying attention, more realize i about how true it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Orang yang mencintai kamu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak pernah bisa memberikan alasan kenapa ia mencintai kamu&lt;/span&gt;, yang ia tahu dimatanya hanya ada kamu satu²nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menerima kamu apa adanya&lt;/span&gt;, dimatanya kamu selalu yang tercantik/tertampan walaupun mungkin kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah berlebihan atau kamu merasa kegemukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Orang yang mencintai kamu selau ingin tau tentang apa saja yang kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, ia ingin tau kegiatan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;4. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan mengirimkan sms seperti “selamat pagi”&lt;br /&gt;“selamat hari minggu” “selamat tidur”, walaupun kamu tidak membalas pesannya.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kalau kamu berulang tahun dan kamu tidak mengundangnya setidaknya ia akan telpon untuk mengucapkan selamat atau mengirim sms.&lt;br /&gt;6. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang ia lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah lupa setiap detailnya, karena saat itu adalah sesuatu yang berharga untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;7. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu mengingat tiap kata2 yang kamu ucapkan bahkan mungkin kata2 yang kamu sendiri lupa pernah mengatakannya.&lt;br /&gt;8. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan belajar menyukai lagu-lagu kesukaanmu, bahkan mungkin meminjam CD/kaset kamu,karena ia ingin tau kesukaanmu, kesukaanmu kesukaannya juga.&lt;br /&gt;9. Kalau terakhir kali ketemu, kamu sedang sakit flu, terkilir, atau sakit gigi, beberapa hari kemudian ia akan mengirim sms atau menelponmu dan menanyakan keadaanmu.. karena ia mengkhawatirkanmu.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kalau kamu bilang akan menghadapi ujian ia akan menanyakan kapan ujian itu dan saat harinya tiba ia akan mengirimkan sms “good luck” atau menelponmu untuk menyemangati kamu.&lt;br /&gt;11. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan memberikan suatu barang miliknya yang mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu yang biasa, tapi itu ialah suatu barang yang istimewa buat dia.&lt;br /&gt;12. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan terdiam sesaat,saat sedang berbicara ditelpon dengan kamu, sehingga kamu menjadi binggung saat itu dia merasa sangat gugup karena kamu telah mengguncang dunianya.&lt;br /&gt;13. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin berada didekatmu dan ingin menghabiskan hari2nya denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;14. Jika suatu saat kamu harus pindah ke kota lain untuk waktu yang lain ia akan memberikan nasehat supaya kamu waspada dengan lingkungan yang bisa membawa pengaruh buruk bagimu.&lt;br /&gt;15. Orang yang mencintai kamu bertindak lebih seperti saudara daripada seperti seorang kekasih.&lt;br /&gt;16. Orang yang mencintai kamu sering melakukan hal2 yang konyol spt menelponmu 100x dalam sehari, atau membangunkanmu ditengah malam karena ia mengirim sms atau menelponmu. karena saat itu ia sedang memikirkan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;17. Orang yang mencintai kamu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kadang merindukanmu dan melakukan hal2 yang membuat kamu jengkel&lt;/span&gt; atau gila, saat kamu bilang tindakannya membuatmu terganggu ia akan minta maaf dan tak kan melakukannya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;18. Jika kamu memintanya untuk mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan mengajarimu dengan sabar walaupun kamu mungkin orang yang terbodoh di dunia!&lt;br /&gt;19. Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya maka namamu akan menghiasi sbgn besar “INBOX”nya.Ya ia masih menyimpan pesan dari kamu walaupun pesan itu sudah kamu kirim sejak berbulan2 bahkan bertahun2 yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;20. Dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jika kamu menghindarinya atau memberi reaksi penolakan, ia akan menyadarinya dan menghilang dari kehidupanmu&lt;/span&gt; walaupun hal itu membunuh hatinya. Karena yang ia inginkan hanyalah kebahagiaanmu.&lt;br /&gt;21. Jika suatu saat kamu merindukannya dan ingin memberinya kesempatan ia akan ada disana menunggumu karena ia tak pernah mencari orang lain. Ya…………ia selalu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; menunggumu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Errr.. I've just marked few numbers in my mind, when mostly all of them had actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt; to me. I dont have any idea for number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1, 6, 8, 13, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 19,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's officially his private mind. And number 2, never feel as i always looks pretty anytime for him-because i know im not, and for number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 12, 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are often spontaneusly and surprisingly happen! \^_^/. Streak out number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i've ever got something more special than just a birthday greeting at my birthday. A-self creation-song and was sung at one highschool event, in front of many people as the audience. What could i say? A-ma-zing. Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;, if a braid-bracelet and a handmade-tee are A SIMPLE THING but means SPECIAL, then im going to mark number 11! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;17&lt;/span&gt; is so validly, definitely, absolutely DAMN TRUE! I dont know whats been going in his mind, he keeps treating me like a roller coaster, just freakinly goes up and down. Nothing to doubt for number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;18&lt;/span&gt;, he always looks fascinatingly talented for me.. HEGH what the heck ive said? Wait... Do i write this emotionally? I could even see like there's an emoticon in every statement that i wrote. Well, anyway, here we come at this two last numbers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;20&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. I may sound exaggerate, how do those sentences could clearly define the reality? I mean, it was really happened. After some late days we had been looked so awkward each other, some emotional messages, some unpleasure meeting, some random weird moments, constantly happened for a lot times.. Before he's really gone, now. EHE, do i look like wanna cry now? Not yet till i catch the number 21, did i just throw away the chance? did i just dump you anyway?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~overheard : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You - Glee Cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4358585766672637004?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4358585766672637004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4358585766672637004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4358585766672637004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4358585766672637004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/leaves-has-fallen.html' title='The leaves has fallen...'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-240107047897324511</id><published>2010-04-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:33:05.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Under Bestfiend's Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nU-M9_FvI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EbdhOKllnrU/s1600/5376_1133369047529_1026375080_30347636_3146840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nU-M9_FvI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EbdhOKllnrU/s320/5376_1133369047529_1026375080_30347636_3146840_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130188261627634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Allah The Most Gracious and Merciful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="saya mohon, katakan padanya saya sangat merindukannya, buatlah ia sehat dalam sakitnya, bantulah ia dalam kesusahan, buatlah dia bahagia apabila dia sedih, tunjukkanlah jalan apabila dia bingung, lindungi dia dalam keadaan apapun, dimanapun,"&gt;I beg you, for our sister, our bestfriend, Nadhira Nurani.&lt;br /&gt;give herself health in her sick,&lt;br /&gt;help herself in distress,&lt;br /&gt;heal all her pain,&lt;br /&gt;make her happy when she's sad,&lt;br /&gt;make her strong when she's weak,&lt;br /&gt;show her the right way when she's confused,&lt;br /&gt;protect herself under any circumstances, anywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="ingatkanlah dia bahwa dia selalu punya orang yang sangat menyayanginya dan selalu mendoakan untuknya"&gt;remind her that she always had people who loved her sincerely and always pray for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let her back to us, as soon as possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ya Allah yang Maha Pengasih dan Maha Penyayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aku mohon padamu, untuk saudara kami, sahabat kami, Nadhira Nurani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sehatkanlah ia dalam sakitnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bantulah ia dalam kesusahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hilangkan segala rasa sakitnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bahagiakanlah ia saat sedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kuatkanlah ia saat lemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tunjukkanlah jalan yang lurus saat ia bingung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lindungi ia dalam keadaan apapun, dimanapun, kapanpun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ingatkanlah ia bahwa dia selalu punya orang-orang yang menyayanginya dengan tulus dan selalu berdoa untuknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Izinkan ia segera kembali ke kami, secepat mungkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nU-4E-3XI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ogsc5chepmE/s1600/n1586294587_106752_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nU-4E-3XI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ogsc5chepmE/s320/n1586294587_106752_1318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130199833697650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nVBaY7wLI/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwPSR64ieW4/s1600/4572_1149392903914_1500332160_378747_1249939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nVBaY7wLI/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwPSR64ieW4/s320/4572_1149392903914_1500332160_378747_1249939_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130243403923634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nVCENh4eI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/aRpiynYVZTA/s1600/4512_1145473845940_1500332160_367922_555892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nVCENh4eI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/aRpiynYVZTA/s320/4512_1145473845940_1500332160_367922_555892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130254630380002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Dhira, gue kangen. Kita semua kangen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-240107047897324511?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/240107047897324511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=240107047897324511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/240107047897324511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/240107047897324511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-bestfiends-shadow.html' title='Under Bestfiend&apos;s Shadow'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S8nU-M9_FvI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EbdhOKllnrU/s72-c/5376_1133369047529_1026375080_30347636_3146840_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-7165060982052669403</id><published>2010-04-03T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:50:29.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>Nametag/ID Card buat Panitia Buku Tahunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7b0oCU0zcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aNTKtHEW5pU/s1600/NAMETAG1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7b0oCU0zcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aNTKtHEW5pU/s320/NAMETAG1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455816967262096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Nametag. By : Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7b0obLhXlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1hWAVdDt-Zc/s1600/19162_253796328531_785578531_3168958_6444210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7b0obLhXlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1hWAVdDt-Zc/s320/19162_253796328531_785578531_3168958_6444210_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455816973933960786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : &lt;a href="http://ayu-saraswati.blogspot.com"&gt;Saras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-7165060982052669403?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7165060982052669403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=7165060982052669403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7165060982052669403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7165060982052669403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7b0oCU0zcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/aNTKtHEW5pU/s72-c/NAMETAG1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8200063030517119166</id><published>2010-04-02T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:33:05.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Missing Puzzle?</title><content type='html'>Halo halo.&lt;br /&gt;Skrg gue lagi gamau curhat. Ngga janji sih, siapa tau pas tengah2 posting malah kebablasan curhat. Tapi setidaknya gue sudah berniat baik dgn gamau berbagi kesedihan.. hihi. Cuma mau nyeritain apa yg terjadi selama 3bulan terakhir ini. Mind to see? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Januari&lt;/span&gt; dipenuhi sama kegiatan buku taunan, maklum lagi sibuk2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdjU3axNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yARAIMRK-sk/s1600/25565_1096879238346_1717562066_186352_3021925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdjU3axNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yARAIMRK-sk/s320/25565_1096879238346_1717562066_186352_3021925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455580491339711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan diawali dgn photo-session buku tahunan buat kelas gue, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XII IPS 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. walaupun dgn segala keribetan dan planning yg terus berubah2, finally rencananya fixed di Kota Tua. right, another-so-common place. tapi hasilnya.. not bad, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdkrOJkjI/AAAAAAAAA24/OkWR8yhNnzc/s1600/DSC01828h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdkrOJkjI/AAAAAAAAA24/OkWR8yhNnzc/s320/DSC01828h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455580514520502834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my vewwy-vewwy-favowite-#1 &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Ydj3CkNMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Y9Xd9ocJ06g/s1600/16831_291807207500_772957500_4724277_2933968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Ydj3CkNMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Y9Xd9ocJ06g/s320/16831_291807207500_772957500_4724277_2933968_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455580500513273026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekskul photo-session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdkJ3JWyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wWbtrKzIF54/s1600/20560_1340208791682_1425044179_30948063_8067348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdkJ3JWyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wWbtrKzIF54/s320/20560_1340208791682_1425044179_30948063_8067348_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455580505565649698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is... please welcome, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selebihnya hari2 gue dihabiskan disekolah, belajar-belajar-belajar-main-main-main-main-main-main. Lho, banyakkan mainnya? Emang deh, semakin deket sama ujian, semakin banyak godaan. Dan waktu semakin ga terasa cepetnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yff2h-ZPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/AI_haZeXSGg/s1600/19273_319854983531_785578531_3403962_5670582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yff2h-ZPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/AI_haZeXSGg/s320/19273_319854983531_785578531_3403962_5670582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455582630680356082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Februari&lt;/span&gt;.. things around are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yu1E1A_vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Y3N4YE5LzpI/s1600/25370_335686333531_785578531_3455198_5933845_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yu1E1A_vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Y3N4YE5LzpI/s320/25370_335686333531_785578531_3455198_5933845_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455599487969984242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara's (late) Celebration Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yu1TPoD9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/4CKxrEt9L90/s1600/25370_335496038531_785578531_3454340_5962286_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Yu1TPoD9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/4CKxrEt9L90/s320/25370_335496038531_785578531_3454340_5962286_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455599491839692754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple gift, made by me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, i'm about the 65% idea contributor of this sweet thing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; as we all hv known, bulan keramat, karena ada UAN.&lt;br /&gt;Bulan ini, bulan dimana banyak bgt yg ulang taun. And mostly of them are my closest people. Ada taslim, ayu, bayu, sama ari. Sayangnya, mungkin maret ini ngga seindah taun lalu. Banyak hal yg berubah. Tapi bersyukur ajalah atas sekecil apapun kebahagiaan *cie*. Salah satunya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YyamSg7SI/AAAAAAAAA34/zUS7_hXoyOk/s1600/DSC02490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YyamSg7SI/AAAAAAAAA34/zUS7_hXoyOk/s320/DSC02490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455603431142124834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 Maret 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bayu Ramdan. Most annoying bff on the earth. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YyaaPIVKI/AAAAAAAAA3w/l8QoZO8EfuM/s1600/DSC02452dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YyaaPIVKI/AAAAAAAAA3w/l8QoZO8EfuM/s320/DSC02452dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455603427906704546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is his sweet princess named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bnYXJHNzI/AAAAAAAAA54/KPLNG04s7Tk/s1600/13296_368648454398_698839398_3438342_7680553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bnYXJHNzI/AAAAAAAAA54/KPLNG04s7Tk/s320/13296_368648454398_698839398_3438342_7680553_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455802404321048370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perayaan Maulid Nabi di Sekolah. Stop looking at my friends, i know they're gorgeous ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bnS-sBuQI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Nku3BhZx4BY/s1600/23775_1376276655866_1500332160_965581_454240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bnS-sBuQI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Nku3BhZx4BY/s320/23775_1376276655866_1500332160_965581_454240_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455802311857256706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak-Peak foto panitia BT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Y2_z5xGUI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/UhxcISLyxOM/s1600/IMG00898-20100310-1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7Y2_z5xGUI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/UhxcISLyxOM/s320/IMG00898-20100310-1758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455608468498094402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 Maret 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Ayu, my sweetie dancing girl! ~unfortunately without Fost there :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan buat yg ulang taun tanggal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 Maret&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Ulang Taun ya. Semoga suka kadonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, anyway&lt;/span&gt;. Waktu emang ngga bisa di-stop, mau ngga mau dan siap ngga siap, dateng juga tanggal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 Maret 2010&lt;/span&gt;. Sebenernya, setiap inget Uan, gue jadi trauma karena inget insiden waktu Smp. Tapi kan tadi gue udah janji mau ngga curhat ya? hihi. Tentang Uan-nya sendiri, sebenernya bobot soalnya standar. Tapi yg diluar dugaan malah ekonomi. Seriously i was so doubt about that one. Tapi mau gimana, semua udah terjadi dan skrg tinggal berdoa. For all those efforts that we had done, lets say Alhamdulillah.. May Allah gives what the best for us ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Meet you again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;April&lt;/span&gt;! Jadi anak kelas 3 Sma emang ngga bisa santai. Ibaratnya baru napas dikit udah dicekek lagi. Ya bayangin aja, baru juga kipas kipas abis Uan, eh harus ngadepin Simak lagi. Yap, Simak taun ini bakal diadain tanggal 11 April 2010. Mau liat daftar pendaftaran gue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bqV26n_DI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Agh_L1wlPM0/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7bqV26n_DI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Agh_L1wlPM0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455805659845491762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zoom* What else i could say? Just wish me a best luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8200063030517119166?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8200063030517119166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8200063030517119166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8200063030517119166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8200063030517119166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/04/halo-halo.html' title='Missing Puzzle?'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S7YdjU3axNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yARAIMRK-sk/s72-c/25565_1096879238346_1717562066_186352_3021925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-952288585365195055</id><published>2010-01-21T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:08:54.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so in..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxf1shDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5ni3q_RzlXU/s1600-h/22141_1318277525924_1500332160_841831_635693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxf1shDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5ni3q_RzlXU/s320/22141_1318277525924_1500332160_841831_635693_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203450853098546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxlrMogI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/51tpK6qjOw0/s1600-h/22141_1318271605776_1500332160_841792_2637161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxlrMogI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/51tpK6qjOw0/s320/22141_1318271605776_1500332160_841792_2637161_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203452419678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxAmJc-I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y8q8MWAp-1k/s1600-h/22141_1318277365920_1500332160_841830_1433314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxAmJc-I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y8q8MWAp-1k/s320/22141_1318277365920_1500332160_841830_1433314_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203442466386914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnyAAq0zI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xPghmtXymFw/s1600-h/22141_1318276005886_1500332160_841823_6806456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnyAAq0zI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xPghmtXymFw/s320/22141_1318276005886_1500332160_841823_6806456_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203459489059634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnwv5btiI/AAAAAAAAA14/DJs8BgJsDQM/s1600-h/22141_1318272885808_1500332160_841805_612788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnwv5btiI/AAAAAAAAA14/DJs8BgJsDQM/s320/22141_1318272885808_1500332160_841805_612788_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203437983872546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last sentence of my pray, I ask Him to always keep them fine.&lt;br /&gt;For any happiness and success.&lt;br /&gt;And beg for another longer, and longer more time.&lt;br /&gt;So that I could always keep them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-952288585365195055?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/952288585365195055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=952288585365195055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/952288585365195055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/952288585365195055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-in.html' title='I&apos;m so in..'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S1hnxf1shDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5ni3q_RzlXU/s72-c/22141_1318277525924_1500332160_841831_635693_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-101326235476820841</id><published>2010-01-09T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:00:16.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAST N.Y.E!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAzv2RQdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/huAEvD6qrkc/s1600-h/22361_1332315306987_1204159780_1012248_3877532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAzv2RQdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/huAEvD6qrkc/s320/22361_1332315306987_1204159780_1012248_3877532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424657008929358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : Dec 31st - Jan 01st 2010&lt;br /&gt;Location : egif's crib&lt;br /&gt;Description : Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAzYh3eZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/D_LA3vJ4UXs/s1600-h/22361_1332296346513_1204159780_1012164_2396224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; 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height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAdubCPAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yvH2vHYaOio/s320/22361_1332278626070_1204159780_1012122_745377_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656630589570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAc_wvEzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YbX1A7cOCHs/s1600-h/22361_1332342467666_1204159780_1012362_5551118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAc_wvEzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YbX1A7cOCHs/s320/22361_1332342467666_1204159780_1012362_5551118_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424656618064122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-101326235476820841?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/101326235476820841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=101326235476820841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/101326235476820841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/101326235476820841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2010/01/blast-nye.html' title='BLAST N.Y.E!~'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/S0hAzv2RQdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/huAEvD6qrkc/s72-c/22361_1332315306987_1204159780_1012248_3877532_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6873056159714051606</id><published>2009-12-05T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:56:30.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon (2009)</title><content type='html'>So.. Hey people, have you watched New Moon? I guess mostly of you were already watched it! I've watched it for two times then maybe there will be the three, four, five and next times :p Just feeling so addictive with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Twilight Saga : New Moon (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Director                  : Chris Weitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this story still about Bella and Edward's controversial relationship. We know that Bella is a purely human meanwhile Edward is a vampire with his destiny of "immortality". Bella always wants to be a part of it, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt; being a vampire like Edward, but Edward reluctantly have to refuse his desire to change Bella into a vampire.. He just simply wants Bella to get a normal life as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes starts with Bella's 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsZ3mH7X3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2UWAuIcZiNs/s1600-h/NewMoon19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsZ3mH7X3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2UWAuIcZiNs/s320/NewMoon19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411947820133080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is such a... Nightmare for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's birthday at Cullen's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_zTKuKII/AAAAAAAAAxA/TiGXe_Q5fdg/s1600-h/NM-015_DF-07557_gallery_primary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_zTKuKII/AAAAAAAAAxA/TiGXe_Q5fdg/s320/NM-015_DF-07557_gallery_primary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411919159022725250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident at Cullen Family's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB-z08AMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kLMXEhPS62s/s1600-h/bella-swan-bleeding-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB-z08AMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kLMXEhPS62s/s320/bella-swan-bleeding-new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411921555791544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Knowing that be in the vampire family could threaten your safetiness..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_yNAqxrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7MBgAp5I3kw/s1600-h/00026207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_yNAqxrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7MBgAp5I3kw/s320/00026207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411919140190078642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As long as you're a human. See that, Jasper's passionate to drink Bella's blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that Edward always been in such a turmoil. He always supposed that Bella deserve another better life rather than live with him, as a Vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_yvj_v_I/AAAAAAAAAww/1u3hwD1cIDc/s1600-h/new-moon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_yvj_v_I/AAAAAAAAAww/1u3hwD1cIDc/s320/new-moon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411919149465059314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to go away, from her. This is a "break up scene", guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you promise something for me?" Don't do anything stupid and reckless. And I promise one thing to you. We will never meet again" - Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edward is escaping to leave Bella, there will be a part when Bella looks obviously frustate.. She always give a vacant stare to anyone and becomes a pathetic loner. She broke her promise, that apparently she often do anything reckless just to make sure that Edward still keep with her anytime she were in danger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob comes as a pain-healer at Bella's days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxssB1qraiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OAaUyGfJNrY/s1600-h/TwilightNewMoonJacobBellaMirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxssB1qraiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OAaUyGfJNrY/s320/TwilightNewMoonJacobBellaMirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411967787313359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Bella trapped in a contoversial relationship, that she walks together with a Werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoDkNTugI/AAAAAAAAAyI/KcPvYafoVm0/s1600-h/The_NEW_MOON_werewolf__Jacob__by_SPFX_JuNkY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoDkNTugI/AAAAAAAAAyI/KcPvYafoVm0/s320/The_NEW_MOON_werewolf__Jacob__by_SPFX_JuNkY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411963418939996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_x9oJVGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VD_giVGanSQ/s1600-h/Jake-and-Bella-New-Moon-scene-twilight-series-7156020-560-312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_x9oJVGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VD_giVGanSQ/s320/Jake-and-Bella-New-Moon-scene-twilight-series-7156020-560-312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411919136060691554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's ever leave for a while, such a same reason with Edward, he doesn't wants Bella to  get hurt if she be with him. It's too dangerous for Bella, knowing that Jacob could transform himself anytime if he is in a high anger, then becomes a werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxssCDEtzXI/AAAAAAAAAyg/2_phBVQ2aR0/s1600-h/new-moon_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxssCDEtzXI/AAAAAAAAAyg/2_phBVQ2aR0/s320/new-moon_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411967790912228722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob saves Bella from her reckless action, when Victoria tried to killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxsue9mA7II/AAAAAAAAAyo/81DV2rWZOCc/s1600-h/bella-and-jacob-la-push-beach-scene-in-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxsue9mA7II/AAAAAAAAAyo/81DV2rWZOCc/s320/bella-and-jacob-la-push-beach-scene-in-new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411970486680743042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward &amp;amp; Bella finally meet again at Volturi, when Edward tried to show himself under the sunlight, so that he could be killed by Aro, the Volturi "leader".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoCtsu9HI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KD-5BsKrHrM/s1600-h/rp+ks+kiss+13+may09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoCtsu9HI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KD-5BsKrHrM/s320/rp+ks+kiss+13+may09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411963404307854450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volturi is a place where the "Excecutor" live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_y1CLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_Lik190GtsM/s1600-h/twilight_new_moon_michaelsheen_jamiecampbelbower_cameronbright-500x332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sxr_y1CLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_Lik190GtsM/s320/twilight_new_moon_michaelsheen_jamiecampbelbower_cameronbright-500x332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411919150933829522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the only vampire that could kill anyone, any soul they wants. Includes, vampire.&lt;br /&gt;They are Aro, Caius, Felix, and Demetri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jane, hey meet Dakota Fanning here! She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB-foqdwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/83vMwFwyxN4/s1600-h/1510_newmoon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB-foqdwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/83vMwFwyxN4/s320/1510_newmoon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411921550371354370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could give a pain feeling, that's her special ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you all who haven't watched this movie, I won't tell you about anything happen at this scene. It would be a pretty strain scene :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's vision : She is seeing that someday Bella eventually becomes a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoCau_toI/AAAAAAAAAxw/rcyi9y77hUs/s1600-h/new_moon_edward_bella_running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsoCau_toI/AAAAAAAAAxw/rcyi9y77hUs/s320/new_moon_edward_bella_running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411963399217067650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella between two choices. Two hazardous souls, both of them loves Bella deeply, and as long as they can protect Bella.. They would do anything. Isn't it a sweet part? Yet cheesy? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB_UWUidI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qYKjxsTxNfk/s1600-h/new_moon_10_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsB_UWUidI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qYKjxsTxNfk/s320/new_moon_10_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411921564521499090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, we catch the last part.. Feels curious what's finally happen? Then go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;For who you all that not into a romance kinds, it might be so creepy but not for me! I love this movie sooooo muchhh :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6873056159714051606?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6873056159714051606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6873056159714051606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6873056159714051606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6873056159714051606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-2009.html' title='New Moon (2009)'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SxsZ3mH7X3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2UWAuIcZiNs/s72-c/NewMoon19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2895487828739545743</id><published>2009-11-27T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:02:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>Euphoria of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; Movie (2009). Yeah, everybody's been waiting for this, since the first one released, rite?! Who doesn't miss the smells of blood and vampire's cold skin? EdwardCullen spotted first in my mind when this line mentioned :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_ij9ql5XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JCAQmT-z_ys/s1600/new-moon-official-poster6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 418px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_ij9ql5XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JCAQmT-z_ys/s320/new-moon-official-poster6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408790784971761010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiere Night.. Starring the Actors and Actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e0exsKQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1dztxcTs0ZE/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e0exsKQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1dztxcTs0ZE/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408786670691297538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_ezgxTMTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/H9iXC6ZInPk/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_ezgxTMTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/H9iXC6ZInPk/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408786654046662962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e0BB9e-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/5JTQIQLb8Ac/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e0BB9e-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/5JTQIQLb8Ac/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408786662706478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;. He just definitely not having any dark impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;.. You're an owner of coolest beard ever! lol. You wearing a cool suit.. It fits you well. Choose to not wearing a tie is gone you wild.&lt;br /&gt;and, Ms. Swan a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Stewart&lt;/span&gt;? So sorry was it nothing better than a lichen green? Well, it's olive green chiffon pleated Valentino dress anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e1JR2RLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/b_JkIiqP40I/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e1JR2RLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/b_JkIiqP40I/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408786682100466866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e04nmnsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/m6bAwoK2Vl8/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_e04nmnsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/m6bAwoK2Vl8/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408786677628313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_gR-AKVcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zf9OeX9f6DI/s1600/new-moon-nyc-premiere-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_gR-AKVcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zf9OeX9f6DI/s320/new-moon-nyc-premiere-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408788276801328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley Greene, &lt;/span&gt;is it ruffle dress or what? It's D&amp;amp;G black and cream butterfly appliqué dress. I love it but it would match better with another stunning shoes. Still choose the dark choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki Reed&lt;/span&gt;  in a gold satin D&amp;amp;G dress. It looks too simple, you can make it more attractive with another laces accessories on your hair.&lt;br /&gt;and last.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, you're safe! But it's a little too neat.. Bored, dude lol :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you got fellas! Happy Watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2895487828739545743?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2895487828739545743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2895487828739545743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2895487828739545743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2895487828739545743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sw_ij9ql5XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JCAQmT-z_ys/s72-c/new-moon-official-poster6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6063144617804631975</id><published>2009-11-24T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:28:13.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Posters</title><content type='html'>Poster buat tagihan pelajaran TIK (Komputer).&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to any comments or critics :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Swu72YKeOKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ho-Z2BCDXXg/s1600/dfsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 402px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Swu72YKeOKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ho-Z2BCDXXg/s320/dfsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407622320462117026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6063144617804631975?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6063144617804631975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6063144617804631975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6063144617804631975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6063144617804631975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/posters.html' title='Posters'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Swu72YKeOKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ho-Z2BCDXXg/s72-c/dfsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-7007359972179287581</id><published>2009-11-17T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:20:32.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder, Faster, Stronger</title><content type='html'>Hello universe.&lt;br /&gt;Time goes so fast, rite? Howdy, howdyyy. I have some real disordered things that haven't been solved yet. I'm trying to not complain, then I found out that is the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are fulfilled by some school stuffs. I've been dying in studying, being a Senior grader is such a real pain in the ass. All of us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the proud senior grader&lt;/span&gt;, are trying to fit ourself. The goals of us are teasingly flying on our head. Waiting to reach at the right time. Each grades have their own challenge, so has the senior high student. We have a various kind of exam as a challange, like UAN, SIMAK, SNMPTN, and another university selection test. Those needs maximal preparation meanwhile if I take look at myself, i've got nothing but a lack of self confidence and skills. It's hard when you haven't found what you really have to do for your life, Or if you have found it, but at the same time, you found so many hesitate things that could block your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing: When you need to put something in your highest priority, but another things keep haunting you, whatever it's your lovelife, your family, your friendship, your life, it's about anything that could make you so desperate and it's all really bothering your mind, no matter how simple people see it from their way, but only we ARE, that could really feel how it is. We need a motivation, we need vitamins. Everybody does. But why seems those bad things keep staying at our life? We really wish we could ignore it, but so far we just getting tired of trying to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply that we're not alone. Everybody could feel the same way like we are. We couldn't pretend like we never needs any supports from people. Nothing could make me stronger than just a little whisper of support. So what would you do if you feel that no one supports you? Still couldn't moved anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review-ing what the things we've done. Might influence your life in the present and future. Is it fair if we are the one who got dissapointed but at the end we also the one who blamed by the world? It's quite frustating but that's the point.. Actually we just don't need to wasting time by thinking about unworthy things, but this is life. Heart and head tells lie. We are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in these last 3 months, i have to get struggle harder to reach my goal. As simply as everybody, we wants to make our parents proud. We wants to get a good score. And we wants to get our dream university. I am the Social student, who've been abandoned what the things i should have done. Straight to the facts, i'm so terribly weak in Math, i just couldn't fix any numbers of math test. I am so dull-head of geography and sociology cause i've never been seriously get into it. I am literally blind of economy, especially accounting. I am a little poorly in two subjects of languange; english and indonesian. I have to repeat all those subjects in 3 years since i was a first grade. Ya, ya, ya, there's never get enough to describe it.. Just do it, anya. Do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-7007359972179287581?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7007359972179287581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=7007359972179287581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7007359972179287581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7007359972179287581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/harder-faster-stronger.html' title='Harder, Faster, Stronger'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1481357615990914101</id><published>2009-11-08T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:24:37.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvaFiSGrQrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W_5nTsEb1W0/s1600-h/U%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvaFiSGrQrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W_5nTsEb1W0/s320/U%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401651627099374258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;You are turning 18 now.&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy, like really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we bring happiness enough for you, and may God follow us with his bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jumi.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1481357615990914101?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1481357615990914101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1481357615990914101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1481357615990914101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1481357615990914101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvaFiSGrQrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/W_5nTsEb1W0/s72-c/U%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5210350669676372676</id><published>2009-11-06T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:12:34.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter of Happiness</title><content type='html'>1. Peaceful at home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad comes back to the town.&lt;br /&gt;3. Highschool Memories.&lt;br /&gt;4. I make someone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;5. Knowing that someone loves me on my back.&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone likes my creation.&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;8. Everlasting boy-friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone strokes my head.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hugging.&lt;br /&gt;12. Mix-matching old outfit.&lt;br /&gt;13. Found any single fun facts.&lt;br /&gt;14. Trusted by someone for something.&lt;br /&gt;15. Good hair day.&lt;br /&gt;16. Joking and Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;17. Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;18. Chillin with friends at night.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Knowing that I'm being cared of someone.&lt;br /&gt;20. Knowing that I'm being protected by someone.&lt;br /&gt;21. Passed the test succesfully.&lt;br /&gt;22. Rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;23. Hot chocolate and novels.&lt;br /&gt;24. Imagining something pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;25. Reaching the so-long-time goal.&lt;br /&gt;26. Praying to God while sincerely crying.&lt;br /&gt;27. Drawing.&lt;br /&gt;28. Got new packs of color marker/color pencil/crayon.&lt;br /&gt;29. Designing something.&lt;br /&gt;30. Doing determined thing then found that it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;31. My friends' room. Chatterbox.&lt;br /&gt;32. Sleeping after done of something tiring.&lt;br /&gt;33. Texting with crushes.&lt;br /&gt;34. Smile to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;35. Shopping, Shopping, Woman's needs.&lt;br /&gt;36. Found a lyric of favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;37. Doing Trip / Journey.&lt;br /&gt;38. Mom's supporting.&lt;br /&gt;39. Someone drive for me to the food stops.&lt;br /&gt;40. Feeling confidence.&lt;br /&gt;41. Learn something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;42. "Last minutes help" by someone.&lt;br /&gt;43. Seeing my Boyfriend sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;44. Learning "english tenses". hey, it's cool&lt;br /&gt;45. Watching a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;46. Adoring &amp;amp; Being Adored.&lt;br /&gt;47. Togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;48. Graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;49. Idul Fitri / Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;50. Grateful of all the things i have in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-5210350669676372676?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5210350669676372676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5210350669676372676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5210350669676372676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5210350669676372676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/shelter-of-happiness.html' title='Shelter of Happiness'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4097901160651629279</id><published>2009-11-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:28:13.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Hand Writing, Amateur Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvTrBJnMT0I/AAAAAAAAAug/F0nWAwT81rA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 608px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvTrBJnMT0I/AAAAAAAAAug/F0nWAwT81rA/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401200258116767554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i made when my pen &amp;amp; pencil met the file paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip about that blogspot url. it was mine before changed into vanyaviranda.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4097901160651629279?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4097901160651629279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4097901160651629279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4097901160651629279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4097901160651629279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/hand-writing-amateur-creature.html' title='Hand Writing, Amateur Creature'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SvTrBJnMT0I/AAAAAAAAAug/F0nWAwT81rA/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2100988552098459700</id><published>2009-10-30T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:22:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can see this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suuq7ww0V-I/AAAAAAAAAts/eYkJxKf2PSk/s1600-h/ist2_4967609-blank-note-to-do-list-post-it+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 426px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suuq7ww0V-I/AAAAAAAAAts/eYkJxKf2PSk/s320/ist2_4967609-blank-note-to-do-list-post-it+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398596522012334050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good. I never pass on Math subject succesfully.&lt;br /&gt;Geography? better to ask my teacher. You'll find out the answer.&lt;br /&gt;And i turned to be so bad on Indonesian, it's not a big deal i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, only 2 students who passed in this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2100988552098459700?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2100988552098459700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2100988552098459700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2100988552098459700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2100988552098459700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-see-this.html' title='You can see this'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suuq7ww0V-I/AAAAAAAAAts/eYkJxKf2PSk/s72-c/ist2_4967609-blank-note-to-do-list-post-it+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1326198679784530343</id><published>2009-10-30T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:28:13.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Sketch, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suukcux25MI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SWF3S-C09_c/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suukcux25MI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SWF3S-C09_c/s320/scan0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398589391834113218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuujwD7QBVI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iz6Cd58r2eU/s1600-h/scan0005g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuujwD7QBVI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iz6Cd58r2eU/s320/scan0005g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398588624416539986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1326198679784530343?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1326198679784530343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1326198679784530343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1326198679784530343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1326198679784530343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/sketch-again.html' title='Sketch, again'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Suukcux25MI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SWF3S-C09_c/s72-c/scan0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-422176083509886054</id><published>2009-10-25T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:17:14.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal : Here comes the bribe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBrtH7QqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/9dlJobc9pno/s1600-h/the-proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 439px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBrtH7QqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/9dlJobc9pno/s320/the-proposal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396440103855538850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue nonton film ini beberapa hari yang lalu. Awalnya gue ngga begitu minat buat nonton film ini soalnya dari posternya, ini film keliatan mature bgt dan pasti drama dewasa yg ngebosenin. Tapi setelah gue nonton... Wah boleh juga! Quite entertaining. Ga jauh2 dari romantis sih, so first of all.. The story began from here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a woman named... Magareth Tate (Sandra Bullock), dia itu eksekutif editor-in-chief di penerbitan buku Colden Books. Dia itu terkenal sebagai bos yg judes, otoriter, ketus dll annoying deh. Sampe2 sangking judes dan tegesnya, dia baru aja mecat salah satu karyawannya karna suatu kesalahan. Someday, dia terancam dideportasi karena perpanjangan visanya ditolak imigrasi Amerika Serikat. Dan kalau misalnya dia bener2 harus dideportasi, yang gantiin posisi dia di perusahaan itu adalah Bob Spaulding (Aasif Mandvi), editor senior yang baru saja dia pecat tadi itu! Syarat supaya dia ga dideportasi, dia harus menikah dengan pria kebangsaan US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBsG3JscI/AAAAAAAAAss/puUxXoCwxoQ/s1600-h/1102467_The_Proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBsG3JscI/AAAAAAAAAss/puUxXoCwxoQ/s320/1102467_The_Proposal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396440110764503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan demi mempertahankan segala yg dia punya sekarang... Dia nekat ngaku bakal married sama sekretarisnya, Andrew Paxton (Ryan Reynolds). Fyi, Andrew itu seorang asisten/sekretaris yang setia bgt sama dia, sampe2 karyawan lain temen2 sekantor Andrew tuh heran kenapa dia bisa tahan bgt sama si bos Margareth. Fyi juga, Andrew tuh sebenernya udah lama ngincer posisinya Margaret, tapi usaha sama prestasi dia selalu terhalang sama si Margaret ini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keputusan Margareth ini udah pasti sepihak dan Andrew juga kaget dan bahkan ga setuju lah. Dia menolak mentah-mentah ide tersebut, tapi Margareth malah mengancam akan memecatnya. Liat deh scene di bawah ini, ini waktu si Andrew ngebales ke"nyolotan" Margaret yg dengan seenaknya bikin pengakuan palsu di kantor imigrasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBssJtL6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/W6wrC2-5OA4/s1600-h/2009_the_proposal_002-500x331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBssJtL6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/W6wrC2-5OA4/s320/2009_the_proposal_002-500x331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396440120774438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew minta beberapa permintaan sbg balesan kepada Margaret, termasuk meminta Margareth “melamarnya” sambil berlutut di pinggir jalan penuh orang lalu-lalang gitu kaya diatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahap selanjutnya untuk melaksanakan perkawinan itu, Andrew ngajak Margaret untuk kenal sama keluarganya di Sitka, Alaska, tempat tinggal Andrew. Di sana, mereka berlibur selama beberapa hari untuk merayakan ulang tahun Gammy (Betty White), nenek Andrew, sekaligus sebagai moment mengumumkan rencana pernikahan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBs9vf2NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Go9WDsws-Eo/s1600-h/the_proposal04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBs9vf2NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Go9WDsws-Eo/s320/the_proposal04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396440125496350930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya. Di Sitka itu sendiri keluarga Paxton (keluarganya Andrew) merupakan keluarga terpandang, punya banyak usaha bisnis dimana-mana. tapi Andrew memutuskan kerja di Perusahaan Penerbitan dan ga mau nerusin bisnis keluarganya. Hal inilah yang sering bikin Andrew sama sang Bokap cekcok terus. Satu-satunya yang menyadari ada kejanggalan dari ini semua cuma beliau. Ia mencari tahu asal-usul Margareth dan membuat rencana pernikahan mereka nyaris berantakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slip moment, - Si cewe judes kaya Margaret aja akhirnya dapet moral value yang udah lama ga dia dapet yaitu kasih sayang dari keluarga Andrew. Dia yang tadinya nekat mau ngelakuin pernikahan kontrak sama Andrew sampe merasa bersalah sendiri gara2 dia diperlakukan begitu baik sama keluarga Andrew. Lucunya dia jadi ga tega buat ngelanjutin niat-nya ini... Apa yang dia lakukan? Buat yang belom nonton, tonton sendiri yaa! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-422176083509886054?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/422176083509886054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=422176083509886054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/422176083509886054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/422176083509886054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/proposal-here-comes-bribe.html' title='The Proposal : Here comes the bribe...'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SuQBrtH7QqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/9dlJobc9pno/s72-c/the-proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-57530137824319451</id><published>2009-10-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:01:48.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts</title><content type='html'>22nd Of September... In 2007.&lt;br /&gt;22nd Of September... In 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbYgcFE-_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/TwNT0i4Jf_k/s1600-h/kkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbYgcFE-_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/TwNT0i4Jf_k/s320/kkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388232056000281586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Feliz Aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Joyeux Anniversaire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Schönes Jubiläum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Aniversare Fericită!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 2nd year Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd of September... In &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbYg5bbnFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VzKOTv-AO2s/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbYg5bbnFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VzKOTv-AO2s/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388232063878667346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love you,&lt;br /&gt;dear &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ayunda Larassati,&lt;br /&gt;Adinda Larassinta,&lt;br /&gt;Atikah Shahab,&lt;br /&gt;Dini Dwiarti,&lt;br /&gt;Dina Hidayat,&lt;br /&gt;Dyah Ayu Saraswati,&lt;br /&gt;Dessy Maharani Utadri,&lt;br /&gt;Ditta Amanda Octaviantie,&lt;br /&gt;Inez Rahmania Riana Putrie,&lt;br /&gt;Mayzura Ghassani,&lt;br /&gt;Muthia Rian Amanda,&lt;br /&gt;Nadhira Nurani,&lt;br /&gt;Pambayun Siam Sari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God always bless us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, more and more,&lt;br /&gt;Vanya Viranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-57530137824319451?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/57530137824319451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=57530137824319451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/57530137824319451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/57530137824319451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/hearts.html' title='Hearts'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbYgcFE-_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/TwNT0i4Jf_k/s72-c/kkkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-7950483686562200049</id><published>2009-10-02T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:33:05.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>drought/summer?</title><content type='html'>Hi juicies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood fyi.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ain't such an important things. But don't you wanna ask me what makes me so happy? Here's the reason.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbFpBBEsWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zjfesvy8TH0/s1600-h/3456771004_fc28b1b9f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbFpBBEsWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zjfesvy8TH0/s320/3456771004_fc28b1b9f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388211312633622882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye drought season. You're such a fuckin oase in my days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First October.&lt;br /&gt;I went hang out to some place with my girls. We were almost completely present, except Muthia, because she wasn't in Jakarta, and Echi because shegot an urgent thing about her family's problem, too bad they both couldn't join us. Yeah, at least I felt so glad to meet Tika there. She gave her time to just meet us. Miss her already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... We were going there for celebrating our late anniversary. Sharing time, that's the point. We've been together for about 2 years :) yeah, fyi, we'd been so fucked up each other for such a pretty long time. We'd been being in rushing for our private-life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;. Some of misscomunications made distance between us. And that was so sucks you know? I wish for every goodness for us. Hopes that sharing time doesn't just in a case of quantity, but also have a quality in it. Do you get what I mean? Gaah, forget it. I just wanna be with you so close with you guys :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing,&lt;br /&gt;I let myself shaking hand with Bayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbFo-VewXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/MP20DR1rsuQ/s1600-h/956152756_9141242b74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbFo-VewXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/MP20DR1rsuQ/s320/956152756_9141242b74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388211311913910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei i miss you boy, don't y know that? I think it's time to me to end this messy thing. I don't wanna expect much from this, let this run naturally. I feel so... Ew. Weird. Funny. Cricky. Ridiculous. Nervous. To do anything with you, Bay. But it's ok then, we're gonna back to wild again, aren't we? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is about my another closed friend. I do miss this time. For about 3 months I'd been so high emotional. Those upset-maker things. Dooh, it's hurt me inside. Glad to could laugh with you so damn honestly, My baby girl bf :] I hope we can repair all the broken things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where's Ari? Hey guardian boy, why are you seems like...escaping yourself? Oh dear, don't ruin this heaven. I know you're lying to me. Saras told me : Garry (a Turkish man, and Intellectual person) said, "In English, you're going to call your 'pacar' a boyfriend/girlfriend. No need for you to use that word, just introducing him/her as your special person. And call your schoolmate, playmate, your common friend, whatever, with that boyfriend/girlfriend words. See how those words used,&lt;br /&gt;"hello, this is Andy. He's my boyfriend. And that is Jake. He's my special person"&lt;br /&gt;Aw, isn't it a simply sweet thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Ari. You are my special person. Gotcha xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-7950483686562200049?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7950483686562200049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=7950483686562200049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7950483686562200049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7950483686562200049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye-oase.html' title='drought/summer?'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SsbFpBBEsWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zjfesvy8TH0/s72-c/3456771004_fc28b1b9f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1479963653505043436</id><published>2009-09-26T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:33:13.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fQj8CpHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-e4RqVliCUo/s1600-h/a41ea3384f91a13389dfa7f275626a13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fQj8CpHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-e4RqVliCUo/s320/a41ea3384f91a13389dfa7f275626a13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385706205022954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt; : Kristen Stewart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the beautiful creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fQJytxnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vs9trPbmj80/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-nylon-march-2009-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fQJytxnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vs9trPbmj80/s320/kristen-stewart-nylon-march-2009-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385706198004516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3exk7OP5I/AAAAAAAAApw/aNr-fdP9CUs/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-for-nylon-mag-march-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3exk7OP5I/AAAAAAAAApw/aNr-fdP9CUs/s320/kristen-stewart-for-nylon-mag-march-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385705672712011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fPwiCUXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/merLJ7XOsGU/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-nylon-march-2009-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 430px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fPwiCUXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/merLJ7XOsGU/s320/kristen-stewart-nylon-march-2009-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385706191223673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot for Nylon Magazine March edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3exFpzj1I/AAAAAAAAApo/EeLaxXJCDqE/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-20090114-484526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 449px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3exFpzj1I/AAAAAAAAApo/EeLaxXJCDqE/s320/kristen-stewart-20090114-484526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385705664317460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot with her partner in movie, Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ewpr6XWI/AAAAAAAAApg/ItmUyutmh44/s1600-h/Kristen+stewart+black+leather+jacket+letterman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 421px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ewpr6XWI/AAAAAAAAApg/ItmUyutmh44/s320/Kristen+stewart+black+leather+jacket+letterman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385705656810102114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ewcpCNcI/AAAAAAAAApY/Zk8nHVkjook/s1600-h/Kristen+Stewart+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ewcpCNcI/AAAAAAAAApY/Zk8nHVkjook/s320/Kristen+Stewart+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385705653308372418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of Style :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ev8AU4XI/AAAAAAAAApQ/8R3ddLhkDfA/s1600-h/Kirsten-Stewart_1414034i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3ev8AU4XI/AAAAAAAAApQ/8R3ddLhkDfA/s320/Kirsten-Stewart_1414034i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385705644547694962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya, Kirsten!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1479963653505043436?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1479963653505043436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1479963653505043436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1479963653505043436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1479963653505043436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/ks.html' title='KS'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sr3fQj8CpHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-e4RqVliCUo/s72-c/a41ea3384f91a13389dfa7f275626a13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2484955835366139379</id><published>2009-09-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:33:05.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>SOTR 2009: See ya next year!</title><content type='html'>Hello Babies!&lt;br /&gt;Things were pretty fun few back days, weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;One awesome thing I had passed was.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOTR Night by SMAN 38 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome it was? Don't ask, it really meant so much for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari, Taslim and few guys invited another persons to make a plan for this event. Yeah, then we also invited delegations from each class, from grade X to grade XII. It was so hard to convince them to join this event. Yeah, but we kept trying! We collected much people as much as i can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is my artworks, my design for the tee and name tag. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlGpJEiuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VwjBm75ZeFk/s1600-h/Untitled-1GF+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlGpJEiuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VwjBm75ZeFk/s320/Untitled-1GF+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382827513179572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlGWau08I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Hl_33QPidr4/s1600-h/NAMETAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlGWau08I/AAAAAAAAAnU/Hl_33QPidr4/s320/NAMETAG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382827508153373634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nametag for Panitia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think? Sorry for standard concept of this design. I did my best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I also have one ridiculous story.&lt;br /&gt;It was embarassing actually.. HU! I was crying at the night. Guess why??? It's all because that fuckin firecrackers were popped out for many times at the night.. Some of the guys flared the fireworks up, and the sounds was so freakin me out. When I was walking into the crowd, someone thrown it into the road.. And then, BOOM!..... I cried immediately. Till my friends helped me to calm myself down again. HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the picts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOvz7gPbkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/G9_uJe_fd0E/s1600-h/8822_1165039538545_1604589416_441875_8112851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOvz7gPbkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/G9_uJe_fd0E/s320/8822_1165039538545_1604589416_441875_8112851_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382839286318984770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOv0BlZWYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/q8I7qlkT3AA/s1600-h/8822_1165040378566_1604589416_441881_7819989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOv0BlZWYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/q8I7qlkT3AA/s320/8822_1165040378566_1604589416_441881_7819989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382839287951219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrZVHVRVpTI/AAAAAAAAAos/A9b4hcRdXbs/s1600-h/8822_1165034898429_1604589416_441852_1296627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrZVHVRVpTI/AAAAAAAAAos/A9b4hcRdXbs/s320/8822_1165034898429_1604589416_441852_1296627_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383583989025318194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrZVHw_5JFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/on8S2-S86dc/s1600-h/8822_1165035778451_1604589416_441855_5593080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrZVHw_5JFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/on8S2-S86dc/s320/8822_1165035778451_1604589416_441855_5593080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383583996468339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where was me?&lt;br /&gt;I was in Hendra's car and going along with him, Jumi, and Dini. Suddenly something happened at the time, yeah, somebody got accident with stranger's car. The convoy had delayed for a while, cause there was a problem with the police.. I didn't know what it was exactly, but everything got messed up started from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOw3bMfoHI/AAAAAAAAAok/C-ZR03Y7Z_I/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOw3bMfoHI/AAAAAAAAAok/C-ZR03Y7Z_I/s320/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382840445877330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I was such. A. Mosquito. Buzzzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOv0vYslcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5sW0qqsQhAI/s1600-h/8523_134336633531_785578531_2404564_4092850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOv0vYslcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5sW0qqsQhAI/s320/8523_134336633531_785578531_2404564_4092850_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382839300245984706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOqd2mhZqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/CaYIBU3HmBM/s1600-h/8822_1165042938630_1604589416_441900_7065689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOqd2mhZqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/CaYIBU3HmBM/s320/8822_1165042938630_1604589416_441900_7065689_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382833409487890082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOqc3GRWNI/AAAAAAAAAns/W0d1sV-AXDs/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOqc3GRWNI/AAAAAAAAAns/W0d1sV-AXDs/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382833392441186514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlHX_hOrI/AAAAAAAAAnk/r0p8jxmSY_g/s1600-h/DSC00924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlHX_hOrI/AAAAAAAAAnk/r0p8jxmSY_g/s320/DSC00924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382827525755976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proudly to say; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PANITIA SOTR 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I should Thank God for the succesful that we all had gained..&lt;br /&gt;We succesfully reached almost 200 person in this event. That was our really2 hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support guys, especially Ari Dini Jumi Fadhil Nia Dhira &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;You made everything feel so easy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2484955835366139379?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2484955835366139379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2484955835366139379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2484955835366139379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2484955835366139379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/sotr-2009-see-ya-next-year.html' title='SOTR 2009: See ya next year!'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SrOlGpJEiuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VwjBm75ZeFk/s72-c/Untitled-1GF+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8086684789301872162</id><published>2009-08-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:00:52.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPpEfnHPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Vaw2oRpIkZ0/s1600-h/n785578531_2223220_6289717+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPpEfnHPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Vaw2oRpIkZ0/s320/n785578531_2223220_6289717+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375204091010424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that i do is out of lovin' you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiVXQysdLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/quC3E9hfL2Q/s1600-h/DSC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiVXQysdLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/quC3E9hfL2Q/s320/DSC00094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375210382143812786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everything that i do is out of lovin' you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la... do do do do do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPokXHobI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WCSnCLVD3Qs/s1600-h/n785578531_1695990_7100059+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPokXHobI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WCSnCLVD3Qs/s320/n785578531_1695990_7100059+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375204082384871858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Stay with me while we grow old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiWGcyJniI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gUJzqr_zodA/s1600-h/n785578531_1164561_9110+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiWGcyJniI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gUJzqr_zodA/s320/n785578531_1164561_9110+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375211192816606754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will live each day in springtime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPpq5w5hI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EzFeos_tEBE/s1600-h/5692_1190116400659_1460831183_527308_7840415_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPpq5w5hI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EzFeos_tEBE/s320/5692_1190116400659_1460831183_527308_7840415_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375204101320664594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"And every day my life is filled with lovin' you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiW-NK13QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/umF6OeW8IYM/s1600-h/n1460831183_194895_2770+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiW-NK13QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/umF6OeW8IYM/s320/n1460831183_194895_2770+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212150697876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through..&lt;br /&gt;And every time that we, oooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'm more in love with you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiQaSeRUYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ouxrxBCrZNI/s1600-h/n785578531_1401557_313292+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiQaSeRUYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ouxrxBCrZNI/s320/n785578531_1401557_313292+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375204936576487810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms,helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to laugh often and love much... to appreciate beauty,&lt;br /&gt;to find the best in others, to give one's self...&lt;br /&gt;this is to have succeeded&lt;/span&gt;♥ &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8086684789301872162?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8086684789301872162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8086684789301872162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8086684789301872162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8086684789301872162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air♥'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SpiPpEfnHPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Vaw2oRpIkZ0/s72-c/n785578531_2223220_6289717+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8806659751357685780</id><published>2009-08-15T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:26:18.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Thousand!</title><content type='html'>Since the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indonesian Goverment&lt;/span&gt; published the new face value of money, yep, this is the new Rp2000,- I already got this fresh-edition of money from my Mom. She exchanged the plenty of money with this value, as value as Rp100.000,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SoazQx19O4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/qacuV7zeyUs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SoazQx19O4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/qacuV7zeyUs/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370176706524822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SoazQVMiL-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/VEk_QICPkqY/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SoazQVMiL-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/VEk_QICPkqY/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370176698834890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my handsome bff, Kiki. With our euphoria of the new Rp2000,-&lt;br /&gt;Are we looks like some kind of villager? Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8806659751357685780?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8806659751357685780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8806659751357685780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8806659751357685780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8806659751357685780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-thousand.html' title='Two Thousand!'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SoazQx19O4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/qacuV7zeyUs/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4275673005539772137</id><published>2009-07-16T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:28:13.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>Just posted some old sketches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8W1IiIgUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/E7xY402Hvq0/s1600-h/scan0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8W1IiIgUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/E7xY402Hvq0/s320/scan0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359027183673704770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8Y77jjmRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ra0Le1bS8AY/s1600-h/scan0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8Y77jjmRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ra0Le1bS8AY/s320/scan0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359029499472353554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your comments to me, its really made my day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4275673005539772137?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4275673005539772137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4275673005539772137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4275673005539772137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4275673005539772137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8W1IiIgUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/E7xY402Hvq0/s72-c/scan0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2116071427368778223</id><published>2009-07-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:29:46.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>P.S I MISS YOU.</title><content type='html'>Current Song: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you (Ost. Friends) - Remembrants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you in the same time, same case, &amp;amp; same thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RE45QAlI/AAAAAAAAAks/GNRjlJw_GDg/s1600-h/n1269529777_30066444_4758262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RE45QAlI/AAAAAAAAAks/GNRjlJw_GDg/s320/n1269529777_30066444_4758262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359020857283838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RFCnt5RI/AAAAAAAAAk0/n9w9N20UuFc/s1600-h/5813_1198957453124_1204159780_599938_6066857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RFCnt5RI/AAAAAAAAAk0/n9w9N20UuFc/s320/5813_1198957453124_1204159780_599938_6066857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359020859894654226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RFfhfn9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/gHLe_NLH-t8/s1600-h/5649_1179011960453_1382787364_30484205_6954354_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RFfhfn9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/gHLe_NLH-t8/s320/5649_1179011960453_1382787364_30484205_6954354_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359020867653181394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2116071427368778223?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2116071427368778223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2116071427368778223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2116071427368778223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2116071427368778223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-what-im-going-to-write-im-not.html' title='P.S I MISS YOU.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sl8RE45QAlI/AAAAAAAAAks/GNRjlJw_GDg/s72-c/n1269529777_30066444_4758262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-9187270009229747568</id><published>2009-07-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:31:22.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>1000 STORIES ABOUT HIGHSCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;et's start this post with take a deeply breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gue bilang begitu?&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya pas mau nulis ini gue mesti narik napas dalem2. Just the same way with another people, i would to share about Highschool life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kembali sekolah. Kembali bangun pagi dan disibukkan sama aktivitas sekolah. Kembali upacara. Kembali belajar. Dan hari ini gue kembali ke sekolah sebagai siswa kelas 12 yang InsyaAllah jadi tahun terakhir gue di SMA. Excited? Curious? Stay cool? Those are all i means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya... baru kemarin gue belajar mati2an buat ngadepin UAN.&lt;br /&gt;Baru kemarin gue ga bisa tidur nungguin nama gue yg ketendang-tendang dalam urutan PSB-Online.&lt;br /&gt;Baru kemarin gue diterima di 38 dan daftar ulang,&lt;br /&gt;sampe akhirnya sekarang gue jadi anak kelas 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;elas 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a great year!&lt;br /&gt;di kelas 10 gue berasa banget nemuin sahabat yang secare dan sebaik mereka, Nindy sama &lt;a href="http://galuhmoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh&lt;/a&gt;. Tapi sayang, terlalu banyak pilihan yang harus ditentuin masing2 dan akhirnya kita pun jalan sendiri2.. No, no, we hadn't got conflict each other. Everyday was a peaceful and joyful for Us&lt;span class="fn"&gt;♥ Semua kembali ke tujuan masing-masing, Nindy dan Galuh ke I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;PA, dan gue di IPS. Terlalu complicated buat dijelaskan, gue punya kehidupan sendiri yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;g gue pilih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kehidupan gue dan orang-orang yang ada di hidup gue itu ada di IPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir kali Nindy ngomong sama gue sekitar 2bulan yg lalu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Sampe saat ini gue belom nemu temen kayak lo lagi Nya. d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i kelas, gue susah buat cerita2 sama orang lain karna ga ada yang bisa bener2 ngerti..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im about to cry rite now. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga lo nemuin sahabat yang selalu sayang sama lo ya ndy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltHOr5_g2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cOHWyhr_2-k/s1600-h/ILY+aaall+%3D%29%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltHOr5_g2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cOHWyhr_2-k/s320/ILY+aaall+%3D%29%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954499317039970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Skip about the pose -_-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetest past of Us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good Luck friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elas 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The greatest ever :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue nggak pernah menyesal &lt;span&gt;menjadi anak IPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"It is hard to convince a High-School student that he will encounte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;r a lot of problems more difficult than those of algebra and geometry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada benernya.&lt;br /&gt;Ngerasa ga sih kadang2 problem di SMA terasa begitu complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Remedial sejarah atau matematika aja ga sebanding sama setresnya putus cinta. It's enough worthed rite?  Bahkan juga masalah Sahabat. Sensitif. Rasanya kalo udah sayang sama sahabat maunya jagain mereka terus. I'm not act too much, but that just what we feel if we do love them so willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltNsJ2dudI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Vo0AeTX61iQ/s1600-h/kkkk+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltNsJ2dudI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Vo0AeTX61iQ/s320/kkkk+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357961602641279442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Part. Best Girls you've ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltNse9KZ2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/z5O6Bp4EG0w/s1600-h/DSC09455+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltNse9KZ2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/z5O6Bp4EG0w/s320/DSC09455+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357961608306517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Guys&lt;span class="fn"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ingga sampe detik ini dimana gue menjadi anak kelas 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltQUTkO0BI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BVMnOh9z7Qo/s1600-h/DSC08080+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltQUTkO0BI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BVMnOh9z7Qo/s320/DSC08080+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357964491467182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan atmosfer yg sama.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan anak2 yang sama :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this post 10years even 30years later,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you wish you could be forever young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-9187270009229747568?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9187270009229747568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=9187270009229747568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9187270009229747568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9187270009229747568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/1000-stories-about-highschool.html' title='1000 STORIES ABOUT HIGHSCHOOL'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SltHOr5_g2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cOHWyhr_2-k/s72-c/ILY+aaall+%3D%29%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4581167730664095573</id><published>2009-07-11T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:31:22.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Tragisnya sebuah Perkiraan</title><content type='html'>Tadi pagi, gue berangkat ke Sekolah buat menghadiri acara Pra-MOS.&lt;br /&gt;Yaa ngasih pengarahan ke adik kelas baru gitu deh. Tapi karena gue merupakan Pengurus MPK dan bukanlah Pengurus OSIS, jadi tugas gue cuma ngawasin jalannya acara. Lumayan lumutan sih, tapi gapapalah, nampang dikit hahaha (canda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jadi mikir, dulu gue pas Mos emang se-cile itu ya? (kecil)&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya iya deh, sekarang aja masih cile -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, acara diawalin sama upacara yg diisi sama sambutan2. Ada sambutan dari ketua Panitia, ketua Osis, sama Kepala Sekolah. celetukan gue bermula dari sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disekolah gue, Kep-Sek gue itu terkenal doyan bgt tampil, alias kalo lagi Pidato "luamaaaaa benjet". Naaah ditengah2 pidatonya itu, dia ngomong gini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jadi sekali lagi ya Nak...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin anak2 akan berpikiran : Wah pidatonya udah mau selesai nih kan udah ada ancang2 kata penutupan.&lt;br /&gt;Terus gue tiba2 ngucap gini ke Hajir,&lt;br /&gt;"Jir, sebentar lagi dia bakal bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nah yg kedua anak2..."&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dan kurang dari 3detik tiba2 dia ngucap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nah, yang kedua....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajir langsung nengok : Anjrit, bener kata lu Nya! (ahaha gue padahal asal ngucap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pidato masih berlangsung.&lt;br /&gt;Dan dengan teganya dia tampil dengan sangat maksimal kayak lagi konser tunggal. Lama banget, sungguh! Sanking lamanya itu pidato, tiba2 gue ngucap gini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pasti bentar lagi ada yg pingsan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dan kurang dari 3 detik, tiba2 kepala gue entah kenapa pengen nengok ke belakang, dan gue ngeliat Sara lagi setengah lari ngedatengin anak Osis dibelakang gue, minta kotak P3K.&lt;br /&gt;Karena, ada yg pingsan saat itu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus setelah acara selesai, gue sama anak-anak pengen makan diluar karena males juga balik jam segitu. Nanggung abis. Dan kita mutusin buat makan di Burger n Grill.&lt;br /&gt;Selama di jalan (baca : angkot), Gue, Cendol, Hajir sama Aji ngobrol dengan hot bgt, karena waktu itu kita lagi ngegosipin adek-adek kelas gue yg Veter. Setelah sekian lama perjalanan, tiba2 gue nyeletuk gini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh liat2 jalan dong, Awas nanti kelewatan lho.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;dan kurang dari 3 detik lagi Cendol berteriak histeris "EEEH KITA EMANG KELEWATAN, itu kan tadi burger n griil-nyaaaa?" Sambil nunjuk papan Banner kunning yang baru saja kita lalui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain : "Bang, bang kiri bang!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;dan alhasil kita kelewatan lumayan jauh.&lt;br /&gt;Hajir : "daritadi deh lu Nya.. omongan lu tuh." ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu sampe di Burger n Grill udah pada ngeluh kepanasan dan pengen duduk di tempat yg ada AC-nya. Terus mbak2nya nganter kita ke ruangan AC, tapiiiiiii sialnya dia bilang gini&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi AC-nya lagi ngga nyala..."&lt;br /&gt;Anak2 : Yaaah, gimana dong?&lt;br /&gt;Gue : ooh yaudah gpp mba, emang AC-nya kenapa? lagi rusak ya?&lt;br /&gt;Mbak2 : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engga kok cuma lagi dibenerin aja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua&amp;amp; Hajir. Diem. Mikir : Dibenerin = lagi rusak kan?&lt;br /&gt;terus Hajir malah ngeledekin Mbaknya,&lt;br /&gt;"tuh Nya.. engga rusak tau ACnya, cuma lagi dibenerin aja"&lt;br /&gt;dengan nada iklan "cuma pake Shampoo kok.."&lt;br /&gt;Mbak2nya nyengir kenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang sepertinya hari ini agak konyol, but it was so Fun soalnya gue udah lama gak kumpul sama mereka. Hihi. Dan Adit sama Wahyu abis itu nyusul, alhasil kita ber-6.&lt;br /&gt;Sangking lamanya kita nongkrong disana, tebak berapa gelas yg telah dihasilkan?&lt;br /&gt;6 orang = hampir 20 Gelas. Nambah melulu minumnya --"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4581167730664095573?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4581167730664095573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4581167730664095573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4581167730664095573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4581167730664095573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/tragisnya-sebuah-perkiraan.html' title='Tragisnya sebuah Perkiraan'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-7505124676255476107</id><published>2009-07-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:33:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Killer</title><content type='html'>What are you doing when you feel bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing seems so catchy to do. I've been spending my time for looking around but then i found nothing. It's about 1.16 AM and i still couldn't sleep. My eyes are keep open and hardly to be close. Bad habit, bat action. It makes me have a pair of thick pocket eyes under my eyes. I looks like an old witch with tousled hair. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've tried to do some of my favorite activities to make fun myself, are you do these too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLiDowrOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JLNPPO3cpD8/s1600-h/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLiDowrOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JLNPPO3cpD8/s320/drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903698988575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing or just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sketching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not a painter, it's just my hobby that i've been doing since i was a child :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLifBoBsI/AAAAAAAAAig/XdsdgxdhhnE/s1600-h/2781284158_4169764fa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLifBoBsI/AAAAAAAAAig/XdsdgxdhhnE/s320/2781284158_4169764fa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903706340624066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody absolutely do this, no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLixDYO1I/AAAAAAAAAio/tND2LURKLhM/s1600-h/on-the-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLixDYO1I/AAAAAAAAAio/tND2LURKLhM/s320/on-the-phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903711179815762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;on the Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, at least it makes me not being alone at all. Call my awake friends, gossiping.. Telling something, share anything. Night is always be a moment where every people could think more clearly, and also wisely :P. I often found myself being someone who could really wise in a middle of nite :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLjD6QTBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-Qf-Pg5w01o/s1600-h/3514146722_9506caa491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLjD6QTBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-Qf-Pg5w01o/s320/3514146722_9506caa491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903716241820690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i also love this. I often forced myself to read anything in order to make my eyes tired. But apparently, it closed itself if the time came out. Hai Miiko!, Harry Potter, Sitta Karina's novel and Magazines are my best effective stuffs to make me feel sleepy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLjSlko-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eOctS4Gu0pI/s1600-h/article-1177011-04CBD36A000005DC-796_468x310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLjSlko-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eOctS4Gu0pI/s320/article-1177011-04CBD36A000005DC-796_468x310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903720181605346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last action is..&lt;br /&gt;Online.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Online.&lt;/span&gt; (Saykoji's style)&lt;br /&gt;So far it always been the opposite of my first purpose, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can make me sleepy soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always make me stayed all nite long.. And it always happened frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it could make my eyes tired and also could to be closed anytime, but instead it makes me forget about the bedtime easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-7505124676255476107?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7505124676255476107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=7505124676255476107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7505124676255476107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/7505124676255476107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-killer.html' title='Time Killer'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SleLiDowrOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JLNPPO3cpD8/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6286313038502542891</id><published>2009-07-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:26:50.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Jogja~</title><content type='html'>Hey People :) hows your holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was a-ma-zing!! I went to Jogjakarta, Central Java, for about 4days with my schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldGx0nUV9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DdNWY9pg2sk/s1600-h/DSC09284+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldGx0nUV9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DdNWY9pg2sk/s320/DSC09284+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356828103531583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldGyOWqBwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dzUQyZI2_Qk/s1600-h/DSC09293+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldGyOWqBwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dzUQyZI2_Qk/s320/DSC09293+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356828110441023234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria of Bus 1. This is the most riot atmosphere i've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody went crazy and made noises such as Member of Zoo -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldH77bgytI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QBLdUDJ9WGk/s1600-h/DSC09335+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldH77bgytI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QBLdUDJ9WGk/s320/DSC09335+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829376671435474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Time~ Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldH7hPd7zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rJrVzO3sl30/s1600-h/DSC09363+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldH7hPd7zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rJrVzO3sl30/s320/DSC09363+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829369641594674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprise cake&lt;/span&gt; for Dhira&lt;a onclick="'ft(" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26051&amp;amp;id=1500332160&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause her late Birthday Ann that should be on June 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldSUSAobmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q_mz6I0al4o/s1600-h/DSC09412+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldSUSAobmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q_mz6I0al4o/s320/DSC09412+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356840790165843554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldSXLQB0FI/AAAAAAAAAhY/giGjpLLwrwo/s1600-h/DSC09415+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldSXLQB0FI/AAAAAAAAAhY/giGjpLLwrwo/s320/DSC09415+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356840839890980946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited Borobudur&lt;/span&gt;, prodly present, My classmates XI Social 2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcYIvDZLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lQ1rSF8_wKo/s1600-h/DSC09449+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcYIvDZLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lQ1rSF8_wKo/s320/DSC09449+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356851851511948466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcXh2hZGI/AAAAAAAAAho/9DRY01ME9Vs/s1600-h/DSC09442+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcXh2hZGI/AAAAAAAAAho/9DRY01ME9Vs/s320/DSC09442+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356851841074291810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcXfdlbtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pK-9vZORpiM/s1600-h/DSC09436+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldcXfdlbtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pK-9vZORpiM/s320/DSC09436+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356851840432828114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited Tawangmangu&lt;/span&gt;, i went down 1000 stairs and also went up.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i wanna remove and grab my calf and just save it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldfFBQ-1VI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qpBvj29md_w/s1600-h/DSC09485+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldfFBQ-1VI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qpBvj29md_w/s320/DSC09485+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356854821624141138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldfFRoWdoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ch4JG6jMm_o/s1600-h/DSC09466+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldfFRoWdoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ch4JG6jMm_o/s320/DSC09466+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356854826017126018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sldh3peRkGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IEWAwPX67Gg/s1600-h/DSC09455+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sldh3peRkGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IEWAwPX67Gg/s320/DSC09455+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857890434027618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Beloved Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="'ft(" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26051&amp;amp;id=1500332160&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;♥ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="'ft(" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26051&amp;amp;id=1500332160&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;♥ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="'ft(" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26051&amp;amp;id=1500332160&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;♥ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still like purely Bestfriends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6286313038502542891?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6286313038502542891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6286313038502542891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6286313038502542891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6286313038502542891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-to-jogja.html' title='Trip to Jogja~'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SldGx0nUV9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DdNWY9pg2sk/s72-c/DSC09284+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-1157992829628403825</id><published>2009-07-08T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:28:38.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-creation.'/><title type='text'>Presently..</title><content type='html'>My first design sketch posting.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am still such an amateur, for who you are that enough notice and interest about this,&lt;br /&gt;please send me your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for your request too, if you want me to sketch with your own request themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlRTQyLAetI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-2lv7-S9Lk/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlRTQyLAetI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-2lv7-S9Lk/s320/scan0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355997404661316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlRUqLY9KJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BS2x5GOEoZs/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 442px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlRUqLY9KJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BS2x5GOEoZs/s320/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355998940439062674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-1157992829628403825?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1157992829628403825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=1157992829628403825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1157992829628403825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/1157992829628403825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/presently.html' title='Presently..'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlRTQyLAetI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-2lv7-S9Lk/s72-c/scan0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5159668895545495148</id><published>2009-07-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:19:51.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Review</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody still remember my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;It's already passed! on last 20 June. And i'm so over late to write down about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, 20th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock. its 12.00 pm, everything seems running normally. Still recieving some greeting messages and few calls from people. Nice, glad to know that they're still remember it, but there was something bothering me. I thought that this bday will be the so being-forgotten day by my beloved people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning, still passionless. My school was made an event called ClassMeeting. Pretty crowded, again, gladly to have see they gave me some greetings and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the sucks part?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't describe it directly, my feelings talk more than my healthy brain. Seemed like i got the bad sign at that day. And that bad feelings was completed by my Super-friends, Rara, Jumi &amp;amp; Ayu, weren't go to school and i didn't find them at all :( I thought that they were being careless about my birthday. And another else, when i really hope about someone that i wish he still remember my birthday, instead he didn't do anything to me. How disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you must read this part carefully!!!&lt;br /&gt;When accoustic session performed, it was time to XI Science 3's perform. That were Ari, Anne, and Bayu singing their choosen songs. So far &lt;a href="http://spicaindigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was singing in a good way, i didn't even know she's love to singing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed so special, 'till Anne did a little speech in front of the audience. She said that they will bring the song for someone who's havin a birthday on that day. It was meeeeee!! Meeeeeeeeh!! And you know what was song is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's with guitar behind  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spicaindigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is the composer of that song. He made that song for me... with &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spicaindigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the vocal. Is that any other gifts could be more precious then? Nothing at all. And public went teasing me crazily, i was over ashamed there, over shocked, over happy, and it closingly by Someone pulled me into stage and made Him gave me Birthday Greeting in front of so many audience there! You can imagine how reddish my face. And the boy who successfully made me day is.. Ari♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at home. Home alone. Where's the people?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, they were going to Jogja for having a vacation. And i just tje only one left behind at home. Not too bad, just feel lonely. No more sister's yelling and mother's grumbling on that day. Then i tried to make some fun for myself, looking for some greetings wall at Facebook till evening came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick.. Tock. Clock tapping.&lt;br /&gt;05.00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Still alone, still wore the faded uniform sticky at my body. And suddenly, heard the footsteps came in. Who's that? I'm looking for figure it out then i found that it were..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sang "Happy Birthday" to me loudly. Cheerly.&lt;br /&gt;I am so friggin surprisely. Sure, it was really shocked me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6rh2ncI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p1hwaepbOD0/s1600-h/5134_1172310832929_1382787364_30459837_3859214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6rh2ncI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p1hwaepbOD0/s320/5134_1172310832929_1382787364_30459837_3859214_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355042648828059074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged me one by one, and they gave me a cutie strawberry cake with 1 and 6 candles shape on it. Ready to blow out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6R8dqYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7IgFjj8-yjU/s1600-h/5134_1172310472920_1382787364_30459828_6539682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6R8dqYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7IgFjj8-yjU/s320/5134_1172310472920_1382787364_30459828_6539682_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355042641960348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flash of camera made me so nervous when i blewed out my candle.&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaa...................................&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday to Me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin about the gift?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, they also gave me a big brown teddy bear, it will always be my bed friend on bedtime :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6M3hL_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5hBWJrssicw/s1600-h/5134_1172310632924_1382787364_30459832_6107894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6M3hL_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5hBWJrssicw/s320/5134_1172310632924_1382787364_30459832_6107894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355042640597430258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snappppp!&lt;br /&gt;Am i already happy? Not yet..... *sigh* feels like things never be enough for me, hehe. Couldn't pretend myself anyomore. There's still not quite enough for me! Can you just guess what was i still waiting for? Yes, the last greeting from the Guys (best boy-friends) will totally complete my day, i had considered that on that day, they're absolutely careless about me. No prob Anya, No prob, i tried to calm down myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Heard people steps again.. Slowly, singing a happy birthday song slowly too. They do that repeatedly till i could hear that by myself, different from first arrival from my Girlfriends. They sang so loudly till the atmosphere went goes wild. hihi. Guess who were coming?&lt;br /&gt;i was over being blue, find out that is my BoyFriends&amp;amp; Ayu coming with a surprise Cake. Again??!? Alhamdulillah :-) And more surprisingly point is, Ari gave me a precious gift that i won't tell it clearly here :P Absolutely, it showed his love and care for me more than anything :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6v21RrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wmgw61tQwmg/s1600-h/5134_1172312792978_1382787364_30459885_5740049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6v21RrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wmgw61tQwmg/s320/5134_1172312792978_1382787364_30459885_5740049_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355042649989793458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-5159668895545495148?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5159668895545495148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5159668895545495148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5159668895545495148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5159668895545495148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-review.html' title='Birthday Review'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SlDu6rh2ncI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p1hwaepbOD0/s72-c/5134_1172310832929_1382787364_30459837_3859214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8741138898544158852</id><published>2009-06-14T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:46:02.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Graduation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ello  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have i told you i take part at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38 Graduation class of 2009&lt;/span&gt;'s event? Now it's all done. I already through the day, and this coorperation for the team (osis-mpk) was running smoothly, thanks guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Agenda Running!&lt;br /&gt;First performance, Opening by Fadhil&amp;amp; friends, from class XI (junior) They were singing Make it Mine by Jason Mraz, poorly me couldn't see them cause my late arrived.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, greetings from chairman(s), headmaster, etc&lt;br /&gt;3rd, Graduation Procession and Achievement Students *ini nih part yang paling bikin merinding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwaHwi7EI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CE3dsRYYLx4/s1600-h/DSC08478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwaHwi7EI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CE3dsRYYLx4/s320/DSC08478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233357889727554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwZsZ2yFI/AAAAAAAAAek/ad-e-vGJ3kQ/s1600-h/DSC08608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwZsZ2yFI/AAAAAAAAAek/ad-e-vGJ3kQ/s320/DSC08608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233350546802770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwZ_8IVYI/AAAAAAAAAes/cORZIcZDSDw/s1600-h/DSC08639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwZ_8IVYI/AAAAAAAAAes/cORZIcZDSDw/s320/DSC08639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233355790833026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XII IPS 2/ 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_ywsUPhSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BkJ-qo2hFzc/s1600-h/DSC08676+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_ywsUPhSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BkJ-qo2hFzc/s320/DSC08676+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758201055773986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yw0_8zoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9tVlhVCKI8k/s1600-h/DSC08674+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yw0_8zoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9tVlhVCKI8k/s320/DSC08674+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758203386580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siswa Berprestasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yang udah dapet Perguruan Tinggi lewat PMDK, Ujian Mandiri, SIMAK UI, brrrrrrrr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*merinding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4rd, the performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yv6pXhlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Zgn0cO4VEZA/s1600-h/DSC08669+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yv6pXhlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Zgn0cO4VEZA/s320/DSC08669+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758187722606162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0uVVSm7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/SH2_TGRXQ0w/s1600-h/DSC08597+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0uVVSm7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/SH2_TGRXQ0w/s320/DSC08597+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345760359549672370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tari Bali by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pambayun Siam Sari (Ayu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUz6ortZkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y_G5gFFb9j0/s1600-h/DSC08528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUz6ortZkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y_G5gFFb9j0/s320/DSC08528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347237215018509890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUbJOAbBUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r7uwXAeKxVQ/s1600-h/DSC08699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUbJOAbBUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r7uwXAeKxVQ/s320/DSC08699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209977764971842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUbJKPnGbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/282h7jNAI9M/s1600-h/DSC08549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUbJKPnGbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/282h7jNAI9M/s320/DSC08549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209976754936242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make it Mine - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fadhil's band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Photo Session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUhXO59zhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-l74emLD2CU/s1600-h/DSC08645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUhXO59zhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-l74emLD2CU/s320/DSC08645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347216815594262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lovey Couple, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka Nadia&amp;amp; Ka Izar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0ucf9xXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HitY4JIR5XE/s1600-h/DSC08665+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0ucf9xXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HitY4JIR5XE/s320/DSC08665+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345760361473492338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ka Ovi &amp;amp; Ka Mantong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_ywJ274DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Ap2zK1mMR0I/s1600-h/DSC08644+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_ywJ274DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Ap2zK1mMR0I/s320/DSC08644+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758191806046258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUhXT3l5EI/AAAAAAAAAec/9E2d1lZ0yno/s1600-h/DSC08568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUhXT3l5EI/AAAAAAAAAec/9E2d1lZ0yno/s320/DSC08568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347216816926483522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Signature Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0t2Qha4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/XdHtNQzjASI/s1600-h/DSC08447+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_0t2Qha4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/XdHtNQzjASI/s320/DSC08447+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345760351208172418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, one of the sweetest session between those sessions in this event is.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it's called best but this session is aimed for express 3 expression, there are giving apologize, expressing love, and dedicated for bestfriend, and those expression are going to be express by 3 kinds of ribbon. White for peaceful, it means giving apologize. Blue for Friendship, and red for Love. Each person willget 3 ribbons and they're should going to give those ribbons to people that they're wants. Eww, what a sweet part in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yvwuCGbI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lyzhNB23hKQ/s1600-h/DSC08725+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si_yvwuCGbI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lyzhNB23hKQ/s320/DSC08725+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345758185057819058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;red ribbon&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish!&lt;br /&gt;That's all short report from me, i'll take my next turn in the next year, it makes me so excited! Still, there's a fear thing on my mind, and also those fussy things about what should i wear, what should i do, and will i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SPECIAL ACHIEVEMENT AND OPPURTUNITY TO UNIVERSITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's all drivin me crazy, i couldn't imagine how it will be take next year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, don't forget prepare yourself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! to the next Graduation!&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/8089929658742312519-8741138898544158852?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8741138898544158852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8741138898544158852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8741138898544158852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8741138898544158852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/38-graduation-2009.html' title='38 Graduation 2009'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SjUwaHwi7EI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CE3dsRYYLx4/s72-c/DSC08478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4628913375587022435</id><published>2009-06-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:28:19.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And last night were ours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;irst of all,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say a happy birthday to my Dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayunda, Adinda, and Muthia&lt;/span&gt;, for their another new chapter of life, for already being 17, for early step goes to maturity, i wish you all for thousand happiness and luckiness :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a total awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1ELmDo-PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/B7GXTfvsUh4/s320/DSC08265s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345003298743711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl(s), Ayunda - Muthia - Adinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EL5-fm5I/AAAAAAAAAck/vyWJVpVadYs/s1600-h/DSC08236s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EL5-fm5I/AAAAAAAAAck/vyWJVpVadYs/s320/DSC08236s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345003304090835858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EMPstJZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YvzU0jdyERg/s1600-h/DSC08315h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EMPstJZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YvzU0jdyERg/s320/DSC08315h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345003309921805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invitations :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, this is my favorite picture,&lt;br /&gt;offcorsely i've retouched it all with color/tone on photoshop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EMUYUxdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AjfqCWMTU0c/s1600-h/DSC08253s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1EMUYUxdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AjfqCWMTU0c/s320/DSC08253s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345003311178499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all,&lt;br /&gt;i must upload more than a hundred photos that ready to be edited first, it's time to extra work -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Young Ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4628913375587022435?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4628913375587022435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4628913375587022435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4628913375587022435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4628913375587022435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-last-night-were-ours.html' title='And last night were ours!'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Si1ELmDo-PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/B7GXTfvsUh4/s72-c/DSC08265s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-5631801272746927671</id><published>2009-06-05T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:49:25.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Activity</title><content type='html'>Welcome June,&lt;br /&gt;One week for UAS, thanks God it's already done. But there still suck thingy slipped between this freedom, i must take the Remedial test for Math subject, not shocked anyway, i'm too much lazy to review it chapter again, and how about another scores? It's not too worst actually, but tragically, this semester is kinda a miracle from most of people in 38, there were just a few people out there that must take a Remedial tests, not usual as few times ago, when every people got mad with their scores and mostly remedial for each subjects.. Well done guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, this head are going to be explode then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another events?&lt;br /&gt;Too much! I didn't online for about one month, it's all because my Mom was decided to disconnected my Internet access temporarily, in order to me and my sister do study hard without do any online thingy during the pra exam- and exam week! haha, you killing me softly without this abandoned "world" of mine mom, but once again, it's already over, let's prepare yourself for Holiday, (and don't forget the class report&lt;oh, who=""&gt;)&lt;/oh,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;oh, who=""&gt;During May to June, there's not much stunning things happened,&lt;br /&gt;i had choosen as one of comittee belong to The Comittee Team of Senior Year Student's Graduation. And i got the PHD section, it means all we should be doing is, making invitation, making nametag, collecting the documentation of every classes, making banner, and taking all documentation things at the day, but what a pity, i see this oppurtunity of teamwork is doing by one side mostly, we knew that this formation of comittee is consisting of MPK and Osis, and me, for sure is a lil bit disappointed that coordination of us were not running optimally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Design for Comittee's Nametag&lt;/oh,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SinjmRAdM6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/hIjYI2-ftdQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SinjmRAdM6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/hIjYI2-ftdQ/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344052679391654818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;oh, who=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/oh,&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sinj_LsErtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/F2JuTht98nU/s1600-h/DS+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sinj_LsErtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/F2JuTht98nU/s320/DS+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344053107460714194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;oh, who=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final is, we will use the first selection.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my work is not too good for using, sorry, but i've tried my best entirely, thanks for appreciate guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day : June, 10th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Place : FIB of University of Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I don't have "kebaya dress" for be wearing there. Errr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/oh,&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-5631801272746927671?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5631801272746927671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=5631801272746927671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5631801272746927671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/5631801272746927671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-activity.html' title='Last Activity'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SinjmRAdM6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/hIjYI2-ftdQ/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6150763769527562974</id><published>2009-06-04T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:38:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; udah lama nggak post!&lt;br /&gt;satu kata, kangen!&lt;br /&gt;long stories? i'll post it later! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6150763769527562974?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6150763769527562974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6150763769527562974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6150763769527562974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6150763769527562974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-2804439447168561201</id><published>2009-04-25T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:33:19.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Self Injured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SfNBk8FWNnI/AAAAAAAAAak/oIc3zrtg6q8/s1600-h/3357654027_4ed2db0ebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SfNBk8FWNnI/AAAAAAAAAak/oIc3zrtg6q8/s320/3357654027_4ed2db0ebe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328674886969079410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not mine.&lt;/span&gt; It's not my scracth. It's not my hand.&lt;br /&gt;But i know how it takes. How it feels. How the reason behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that pict from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brittany-picto-fuck/3357654027/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/brittany-picto-fuck/3357654027/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its quote&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "dont judge me. dont make fun of me. dont think you know everything about me. dont think im depressed. dont think this is a cry for help. dont think this is for attention. dont think. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what was in her/his mind when she/he do that, but i know, she/he won't do that if she/he not in a really frustated and madness. You know, people injured themselves, if they feels give up, they just want to escape themselves from sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, cause i ever did it. And i regretted it so much, evenless to God..&lt;br /&gt;Don't even you dare to hurt yourself, cause you will never get any satisfied, you never get any happiness, you never get any recoverness, you never get any lightness. It just make yourself fallin into the more deep pathetic hole. And the final point is, you will regret it so much. No objections, there's no reason to ever try this sucks thingy like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-2804439447168561201?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2804439447168561201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=2804439447168561201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2804439447168561201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/2804439447168561201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-injured.html' title='Self Injured'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SfNBk8FWNnI/AAAAAAAAAak/oIc3zrtg6q8/s72-c/3357654027_4ed2db0ebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-3213992235685489328</id><published>2009-04-20T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:53:59.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Trip'/><title type='text'>Chasing Day</title><content type='html'>In this post, i would tell you my Best Mate named Ayu Saraswati.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why anytime i'm in emergency time she always be with me, she's probably bring me bad luck i thought.. haha lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, yesterday i asked her to went out, and she was agree. But talking about that day, yes, we must taking extra-lesson at 5 pm on the evening. About 01.30 pm we had gone by Transjakarta, and decided to go to Pim. But, unfortunately.. Both of us were didn't know the right way to go there, eventually, during the journey we were busy to discussed and whispered each other because none of us dare to ask the official informan, hahaha silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the destination, finally we went to Plaza Semanggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1Cd7goDoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mq_Hjnes-WA/s1600-h/2815_75048128531_785578531_1607747_5128732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1Cd7goDoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mq_Hjnes-WA/s320/2815_75048128531_785578531_1607747_5128732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987016207339138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i say...... Pathetic face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CdyxhjqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qiWaA7NgPio/s1600-h/2815_75048463531_785578531_1607759_690056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CdyxhjqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qiWaA7NgPio/s320/2815_75048463531_785578531_1607759_690056_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987013862297250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CdsmfcXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jWoGnjtdLbI/s1600-h/n785578531_1607736_8296789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CdsmfcXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jWoGnjtdLbI/s320/n785578531_1607736_8296789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987012205408626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face of Starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CduKFSJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/S9y8upMmkR4/s1600-h/2815_75049478531_785578531_1607777_3472175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1CduKFSJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/S9y8upMmkR4/s320/2815_75049478531_785578531_1607777_3472175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987012623124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saras "Yuuuuuuuuummm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short trip was really-really heartpace-maker. Fyi, Saras's mom is kinda...uhm how i should tell you, she's kinda distinct about her children and permission problem. Instead, when Saras asked her mom to get permission, she promised would leave just for a moment, but in fact, we were totally late for attend extra-lesson! It should start at 05.00pm but we arrived at 06.30pm~ uhlala, and consequently, Saras's mom was angry with her... maybe with me too, haha ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-3213992235685489328?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3213992235685489328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=3213992235685489328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3213992235685489328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/3213992235685489328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/chasing-day.html' title='Chasing Day'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Se1Cd7goDoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mq_Hjnes-WA/s72-c/2815_75048128531_785578531_1607747_5128732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4069798913117962040</id><published>2009-04-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:15:27.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Trip'/><title type='text'>Fun Friday at Monas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May i call this holiday for vacation please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Friday.&lt;br /&gt;On 7.30 morning, Inez and Ica arrived at my home to make a plan where we would go. Inez asked to visit Galery Kesenian, but unfortunately she didn't know where it takes place absolutely. In the middle of talks, my phone was ringing. I looked at the screen and see who is it. Then i decided to answer.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;Someone, i can't tell you who.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, she's mother from my friend(/read : my ex)&lt;br /&gt;Asking, whether if i know where her son now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The point is, he hadn't came home since last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse i didn't know where he is. I was panic, called few people to asking&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when did you arrive at home last nigh&lt;/span&gt;t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are you with him now&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be so annoying to waking-up some people in the morning when they were still sleeping. After all those dialled calls, i still couldn't find him. I gave up for a while... But, i decided to try once again. The last thing i did, i called someone for the 4th time. Thanks God, it answered. He told me that he's with him right now, and he's still sleeping. I compulsed him to go home at the time. Don't asking why i'm too serious, cause i'm worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that shocking-call and all the preparation, finally we're ready to go. Yep, our final destination is Monas. Taking some photos, here there are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemeFeWYvUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9KBdhe1XKtE/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354245_6466346s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemeFeWYvUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9KBdhe1XKtE/s320/n1382787364_30354245_6466346s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325961851225816386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow in Monas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFXjlVEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dKTWWJ4haWo/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354232_6823341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFXjlVEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dKTWWJ4haWo/s320/n1382787364_30354232_6823341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940958681191490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFY6QmUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DdMoB4-XRvg/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354223_2460449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFY6QmUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DdMoB4-XRvg/s320/n1382787364_30354223_2460449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940959044737346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a day at Monas, the day was so hot and my face became quite reddish cause of it. We decided to find some food, and do you know where do finally we go? Margo City, a city-mall placed in Depok, where Monas placed in the Central Jakarta. Yeah call us crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From monas to margo. Good composition, we catched the nearest Busway shelter, and passed much miles to walk. Exhausted, but overall it's fun!!! When we arrived at Margo and dropped to the toilet, we met Saras and Echi intuitively. They arrived from ITC. Hahaha, what a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sema5NMdxNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XebiGSMnGYg/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354282_6348362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sema5NMdxNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XebiGSMnGYg/s320/n1382787364_30354282_6348362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325958341927486674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sema45gWt-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/uyGmmeVD4ws/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354281_843884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sema45gWt-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/uyGmmeVD4ws/s320/n1382787364_30354281_843884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325958336642201570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFkOYGOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wH4uESfkTu8/s1600-h/n1382787364_30354268_7826209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemLFkOYGOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wH4uESfkTu8/s320/n1382787364_30354268_7826209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940962081904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, it's mine Nezziee! lol :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to post another holiday stories!&lt;br /&gt;See ya! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4069798913117962040?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4069798913117962040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4069798913117962040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4069798913117962040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4069798913117962040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-friday-at-monas.html' title='Fun Friday at Monas'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SemeFeWYvUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9KBdhe1XKtE/s72-c/n1382787364_30354245_6466346s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-8620501363903719148</id><published>2009-04-11T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:45:37.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Teman beta tersayang namanya Muhajir</title><content type='html'>Halo-halo semua.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau berbagi cerita tentang temen gue yang spesiesnya Unknown alias nggak diketahui/ngga jelas, namanya Hajir. Lebih lengkapnya Muhammad Muhajir Saputra, anda bisa mengetahuinya lebih lanjut dengan mengklik &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1668346935#/profile.php?sid=ca5345ad573dcd042f6acf087e6d8a27&amp;amp;id=1001857945&amp;amp;hiq=muhammad%2Cmuhajir%2Csaputra&amp;amp;ref=search"&gt;INI&lt;/a&gt;. Tapi hati-hati mungkin setelah mengklik link tersebut kemungkinan hidup anda akan dibayang-bayangi kesuraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut adalah gambar2 yg berhasil ditangkap kamera pengintai :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQew26dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JSGUViRVpE0/s1600-h/n1210955818_30351552_6949322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQew26dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JSGUViRVpE0/s320/n1210955818_30351552_6949322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323482641594771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mampus lo Candid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQfrBFhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0wJ2bx-deDw/s1600-h/n1460831183_229415_9264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQfrBFhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0wJ2bx-deDw/s320/n1460831183_229415_9264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323482641838708242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, ayat2 cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQaOi5BI/AAAAAAAAAXI/thCtGMV89A8/s1600-h/2340_1080596982742_1460831183_229418_602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQaOi5BI/AAAAAAAAAXI/thCtGMV89A8/s320/2340_1080596982742_1460831183_229418_602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323482640377111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengacaukan Pose Orang (tahap 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQC6XM2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Y601eSuv7XM/s1600-h/DSC06399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQC6XM2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Y601eSuv7XM/s320/DSC06399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323482634118443874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengacaukan Acara Orang (tahap 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia ini adalah orang yang bisa bikin gua ngakak ampe terkencing-kencing dan guling-guling. Gue kenal anak ini dari kelas satu, semenjak gue masuk jadi pengurus MPK. Awalnya gue ga tau ini anak kaya gimana, yg gue inget pas ketemu dia dirapat MPK &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh.....ini anak bukannya yg waktu itu ke kelas gue ya terus disorakkin sama anak2 kelasan gua gara2 mau pinjem penggaris?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk sebuah pertemuan, memori tersebut sama sekali tidak memberi kesan yang baik -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh.&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya gue baru mengetahui kalau dia itu orangnya sangat freak, energik, jayus dan apalah... Hobinya melompat2 seperti kelinci. Kalo maen uber2an ama dia dijamin capek banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren kan gue lg ngumpul di kantin tuh sm anak2.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena terlalu bersemangat ber-canda tawa tiba2 gua cegukan. Cegukan itu menyebalkan bgt ya Tuhan, membuat saya terlihat seperti orang bodoh yg mengeluarkan bunyi 'hik' berkali2. Terus karena cegukan itu tak kunjung hilang, gua memutuskan untuk menyendiri, ngindarin ketawa2 maksudnya. Cabut deh gue dr kantin tanpa tujuan, trs gua liat di depan ipa1 lg ada&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kerumunan para Bencong (Rendi, Adi, Gicung, dan Hajir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kesana aah"&lt;br /&gt;Pas disana gua langsung sok asik "eh pd ngapain lo? Belom balik? Gua cegukan nih hik"&lt;br /&gt;Hajir "yeh? Heahaha" (ketawa khasnya dia)&lt;br /&gt;Terus gua nyuruh Gicung bliin aqua di kantin.&lt;br /&gt;Hbs dapet aqua, pertama gua ngikutin sarannya Rendi.&lt;br /&gt;"minum sambil kepalanya madep kanan Nya"&lt;br /&gt;Gak masuk akal bgt daaah, tp gua malah nurut lg. Bego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian gue bersusah payah minum sambil madep kanan, sementara badan gue simetris ke depan. Masya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;"mana ren ga berhasil!!!!!! hik"&lt;br /&gt;Dan gua muntahin air yg ada di mulut gua. (yuuuuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg lain : wakakakakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajir : Mau sembuh Nya? Nih tiru kata2 gua&lt;br /&gt;Anya : ogah!! diem lu gue mau minum jgn bikin ketawa lg!!&lt;br /&gt;Hajir : yee bener pasti ilang! Ini namanya doa solat jenazah baca smp 3x.&lt;br /&gt;Anya : hah?! ah minggir aja  lu diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mencoba minum sebanyak2nya&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAK BERHASIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajir : tuh kan ga berhasil.. makanya ikutin saran gua..&lt;br /&gt;Anya : (diem, mikir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : ikutin ya, Allahummaghfir lahu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : Allahummaghfrlahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : warhamhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : warhamhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : wa’aafihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : wa'aafihiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : wa'fuanhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : wa'fuanhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : wara wiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : wara wiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hajir : WEH WEH WEH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya : huaaaaaaaaaaa tuhkan ngerjain gueee hik hik &gt;.&lt; onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeXeFs3DWQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8wMMNy5UkRw/s1600-h/dscn1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeXeFs3DWQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8wMMNy5UkRw/s320/dscn1492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324906323958257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nonton YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan you knowww? Gua muntah lagi. Dan ini lebih memalukan. Disaksikan orang-orang. Disaksikan Dito!!! Masalahnya Dito adalah anak kalem dan cerdas yang berpotensi mencap saya cewe menjijikkan dalam waktu 1x24 jam, malu saya maluuuuu -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudahlah, segini aja ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;Males juga nyeritain si Hajir banyak2, pis ya Jir tanpa mengurangi rasa hormat loh.&lt;br /&gt;Muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-8620501363903719148?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8620501363903719148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=8620501363903719148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8620501363903719148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/8620501363903719148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/teman-beta-tersayang-namanya-muhajir.html' title='Teman beta tersayang namanya Muhajir'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SeDPQew26dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JSGUViRVpE0/s72-c/n1210955818_30351552_6949322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6330793171983183512</id><published>2009-04-03T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:47:07.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>Ini baru Kelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kelakuan Sosial Dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini, bener2 minggu yang AMAT JAYA bagi kelas gue. Sekolah? Kayak bukan sekolah. Yang namanya satu hari, bisa cuma 2 guru yang masuk buat ngajar. Menyedihkan. Tapi memancarkan kebahagiaan buat kelas gue hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sepanjang hari itulah ada-adaaaaaaaaaaaaa aja yang dilakuin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya kayak hari rabu kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya anak-anak cewe, bareng Jody, Adi dan Tanto sepakat maen &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak jongkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Badem Cs masih kalem aja di pojokkan dan Ebay cs masih di depan kelas nyanyi2 genjreng2 seolah ga tertarik gitcu deh, pake ngata2in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WOY KAMPUNG-KAMPUNG! VILLAGER!!"&lt;/span&gt; ke anak2 cewenya lagi, tapi permainan tetep berlanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangin aja maen tak jongkok.&lt;br /&gt;Di dalem kelas.&lt;br /&gt;Cewe-cewe.&lt;br /&gt;TOA, RUSUH. Itu&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; pasti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dan tragisnya posisi barisan meja dan kursi udah ngga karuan bentuknya, geser sana- geser sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seruuuuuuuuu banget.&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya lari larian kesana-sini kaya anak ayam lepas, ditambah lagi yang berkali-kali 'jadi' itu si Icha. Otomatis makin ricuh aja kelas gue, as you know ya Icha itu heboh syekaleeeeeeeeee, sebenarnya lebih heboh animo anak-anak cowo sih yang demen banget menindas Icha (sabar ya Cha) jadi kalo giliran Icha yang 'jadi' mereka kesenengan bgt, habis Icha, terus Imas, kemudian gue yang KEDAPETAN Jadi. Bagus banget dah, yang namanya nangkep korban itu susah banget, apalagi gue larinya lelet, weleh weleeeh setelah gue berhasil bergerilya dan nangkep seorang korban, tebak siapa yang jadi korban lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Icha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udahan main, keringetan, capek, tepar di ubin.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masih belum puas main, gimana dong?&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah akhirnya mau main domikado dah tuh. Tau domikado ga lu? Ah SD lu dimana sih?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, jadi nyolot. Sambil mikir kan tuh nama-nama mainan yg booming pas SD disebutin lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, ada yg ngasih ide, main &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sambung lagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aja yuk? Gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Bangun semuakita (anak-anak cewe) nantangin anak cowonya&lt;br /&gt;"Eh cowo-cowoooo maen sambung lagu yoo mau ga?????"&lt;br /&gt;Terus anak-anak cowonya langsung "OKE!"&lt;br /&gt;capcussssssssss let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih posisinya ya, anak2 cewe di depan, anak2 cowo di belakang kelas jadi hadep-hadepan gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu pertama, kata kuncinya "pikir".&lt;br /&gt;Dilempar ke anak cowonya, terus anak cewenya ngitung 1 sampe 10. Ehhhh mereka langsung bales : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dia pikirrrrrrrr, dia yang paling hebat?!"&lt;/span&gt; (lagu Sherina) nah karena itu lagu berhenti di kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hebat"&lt;/span&gt; maka gantian, tim anak-anak cewe yang harus bales lagu yang ada kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hebat"&lt;/span&gt;, terus anak cowo yang ngitung dari 1-10 - dan begitu seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;Langsung aja anak cewenya bales &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kau membuat ku mrasa hebat karnaaaaaaaaaa ketulusan cintamu."&lt;/span&gt; (Hebat - Tangga) Berhenti di kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cinta"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINTA CINTA! BALES DOOOONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung deh anak-anak cowonya berkutat mikir lagu yang ada kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cinta"&lt;/span&gt;, mereka bales : "Cintaku sedalam samuderaaaa...." NAH LOH BALES DAH TUH LAGU YANG ADA KATA SAMUDERANYA! Diam seribu bahasa dah, terus pada itungan ke-10 kita belum ga dapet2 juga yaudah dehhhhh akhirnya skor 1-0 untuk anak cowo! Emang apes, bisa banget dah anak cowo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih banyak lagu-lagu lainnya, panjang banget dah babaknya ini permainan.&lt;br /&gt;Dari satu lagu ke lagu lain, sampe jam pulang sekolah baru pada bubar. Bahkan anak-anak cowo yang tadinya cuma pada ngata2in KAMPUNG akhirnya malah pada gabung ke kubu cowo jadinya bener2 rame tim cewe VS tim cowo hahahahaha seruuuuu banget, tapi ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masa anak cowonya suka curang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka ngasih kita lagu "Kelakuan si kucing garong!" Nah loh, berakhir di kata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garong&lt;/span&gt; mana kita tau lagu yang ada kata "garong"nya????&lt;br /&gt;Saaaaatu, Duuuua, Tiiiiiga..................Sepuluh!!!! YEEEEEE skor 5-4 untuk anak cowo, pada bersorak2 kemenangan dengan suka cita. Eitsssss tapi karena disitu ada Imas selaku wasit pertandingan (ciailaaaah), maka disepakati hanya boleh make kata2 yg pantas dan ada di kamus bahasa Indonesia jadi kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"garong"&lt;/span&gt; ga boleh dipake wkwkwkwkkww,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas mereka (anak-anak cowo) mau melancarkan aksi demo&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOO GA BISA GITU DONG MAS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus gue teriakin aja&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woooooooo wasit ga bisa diganggu gugat tau!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dengan sisa-sisa toa yg masih ada -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana si Jody napsu bgt lagi mau ngalahin anak-anak cewenya, akhirnya kan dia tuh ya yang paling TOA, lagi asik2 main sorak2an tuh..........kemudian ngga ada yang ngundang ngga ada yang ngajak maen eh si Bu Darnel dateng, bubar deh tuh format pertandingan yg telah terbentuk, balik ke meja masing2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubar sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;Hening sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;10 langkah setelah Bu Darnel pergi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LANJUUUUUUUUUUT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;langsung ambil posisi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan begitulah seterusnya kelakuan garong anak-anak IPS 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6330793171983183512?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6330793171983183512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6330793171983183512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6330793171983183512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6330793171983183512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/kelakuan.html' title='Ini baru Kelas'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6045114178566713652</id><published>2009-03-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:25:01.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Trip'/><title type='text'>I swear, I won't forget this day.</title><content type='html'>Day/Date : Wed, March 11th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Location : Monas, Kota Tua&lt;br /&gt;People : Rara Kiki Bayu Ari Egif Fadhil and Me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvaruViFLI/AAAAAAAAASs/uF3WaWPXqEU/s1600-h/DSC02105ass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvaruViFLI/AAAAAAAAASs/uF3WaWPXqEU/s320/DSC02105ass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080630121206962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kegembiraan anak-anak bolos sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvaraBq5sI/AAAAAAAAASk/8PRlPf29Nps/s1600-h/DSC02097asd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvaraBq5sI/AAAAAAAAASk/8PRlPf29Nps/s320/DSC02097asd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080624669189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGEwGl4YI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hAR5pTTT3zc/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGEwGl4YI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hAR5pTTT3zc/s320/DSC02066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316998620021907842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGE3NH0pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/KP4PLseKkuE/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGE3NH0pI/AAAAAAAAAUs/KP4PLseKkuE/s320/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316998621928346258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGETbQC-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/kbmujkAyONM/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGETbQC-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/kbmujkAyONM/s320/DSC02019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316998612323929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvarXjXodI/AAAAAAAAASc/1LSabTrIqyI/s1600-h/DSC02013xc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvarXjXodI/AAAAAAAAASc/1LSabTrIqyI/s320/DSC02013xc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080624005226962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emua berawal dari keterlambatan gue hari itu. Hari senin, upacara, males banget. Ingetnya aja udah males jadi gue tambah males cepet2 sampe sekolah. Yaudah deh akhirnya gue sampe dengan telat, 06.45. Perasaan gue jg biasa2 aja pas sampe -.- Mata gue langsung jelalatan. Nyari orang yg bisa di jb-in alias di join-barengin. Mati gaya banget ga sih kalo sendirian? Alhamdulillah ada Kiki! Langsung aja gue samperin, ga lama setelah itu, munculah orang2 kurang beruntung lainnya, yaitu Egip dan Rara. Emang jodohnye ye, tau2 ngepas banget langganan telat Bayu sama Ari dateng. Jadilah kita sekelompok pelajar kesiangan waktu itu. Suer gue ga nyesel telat, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita punya cerita, kan Bayu sm Ari udah langganan telat tuh, di buku catetan juga udah numpukin pelanggaran, terus kalo sekali lagi masih ngelakuin, katanya sih bakal dapet panggilan org tua. bimbang deh tuh mereka, antara masuk atau pulang aja. berhubung gue sm anak2 temen yg setia kawan dan seiya-sekata, akhirnya kita merundingkan jalan keluar yg amat licik dan culas yaitu : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cabut&lt;/span&gt;. berhubung semua setuju, capcus deh kita dari sekolah. Jalan mengendap2 ke jalan raya, pergi kemana rumput bergoyang ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ya..... sepanjang jalan kita sibuk mikirin mau pergi kemana, intinya anak2 pada kebanyakan cingcong, ada yg usul ke Bogor naik kereta, ke Ancol lah, apa lah, tp gatau kenapa malah jadi ke Kota Tua. Nekat ga tuh? Lo kira lenteng agung-kota tinggal nyebrang ama nyetop angkot?? Tapi karna bawaan udah pengen gila2an, capcus aja deh gausah pake banyak mikir. Lanjut gan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, akhirnya kita nyampe di kota, alhamdulillah loh bapak2 ibu2.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu setelah sampai, kami berlari2an layaknya anak2 laskar pelangi, terus langsung deh jepret foto sana-sini layaknya turis, tp pas lagi asik2nya eh sayang batre dicigam gue habis. Right time bgt... Tp gapapa masih SE W850i gue tercinta yg contrast &amp;amp; brightnessnya bisa dibilang lebay. Foto2nya bisa diliat diatas itu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, kita masuk ke dalem museumnya, bisa dibilang cabut yg bermanfaat nih, skalian belajar sejarah. Gila, udah lama banget ngga jalan2 kaya gini, seru juga ternyata. Namun sayang, karena banyak anak2 sd dan tk yg lg karyawisata, jadi rusuh deh. Nih ya tiap kita lg ngeliat2 sesuatu, kedengeran dah tapak2 kaki kumpul bocah berlari-larian. Apalagi kalo udah ada yg ngomong gni '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EH KESITU AJA YUK&lt;/span&gt;' dengan antusiasnya sambil nunjuk bagian yg lg gua amatin. Kalo kaya gitu Udah deh gue dan temen2 gue langsung cabut, ngeri ah sama anak SD. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau ngga? Ga berapa lama si fadhil nyusul. Sebenarnya sih dia masuk sekolah, trus karna dia tau kita pada cabs, langsung dia izin pura2 sakit dan nyusul kita. Gokil juga Lenteng Agung - Kota diselonin sama dia. Lumayan nambah2in personil, horeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis makan, kita cabut dari Kota, dan tebak kemana tujuan kita selanjutnya sodara2?&lt;br /&gt;Ke Monas. Iyak, Monas, ditengah hari bolong dan matahari lg nampang dengan songongnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betewe. Kalau di kota kita ketemu rombongan anak tk, nah di monas kita ketemu rombongan gerak jalan dan rombongan sekolah2 daerah. Pas lg ngantri tiket masuk ke monumen, kan ada tv tuh di dkt loketnya. Kebetulan banget tu tv lagi nyiarin berita dengan liputan sbb :&lt;br /&gt;'KARENA BOLOS SEKOLAH, SEORANG ANAK MATI TERTABRAK'&lt;br /&gt;ketabrak kereta apa bus gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue &amp;amp; yg lain langsung saling lirik2an sambil nyebut. Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;Plis jangan sampe kita juga kaya gitu. Kita kan bolosnya ngga sengaja. Hixhixhix (cuih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi alhamdullilah gua dan yg lain masih hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi perjalanan dilanjutkan ke monas untuk foto2 (lagi) terus gila2an disana, yaaaaah kapan lagi coba ke monas kaya gini, CIHUY! Gue sama anak2 langsung menuju atasnya, dan disana kita bisa ngeliat pemandangan Jakarta sekeliling Monas. Dan itu kereeeen banget. Super excited. Tiba2 kita berinisiatif bikin pesawat2an yg ditulisin Wish List kita. Kreatif ya? Numpang nulis curhatan di atas Monas -_- Abis itu kita terbangin rame2 dan kita nontonin dengan hepinya. Sumpah gue sendiri juga hepi abis saat itu, dapet banget feelnya disini *nunjuk hati*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScC7rUtsxkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WuRJhl5QUnQ/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScC7rUtsxkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WuRJhl5QUnQ/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314453913266341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan diterbangkan oleh anak ini, namanya Egip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGEfY2RqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yEvoYzG5vHQ/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/ScnGEfY2RqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yEvoYzG5vHQ/s320/DSC02090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316998615535077026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelihatan nggak sih?&lt;br /&gt;Nih gue tulis ulang ya List-nya :&lt;br /&gt;1. Lulus tahun 2010&lt;br /&gt;2. Masuk PTN&lt;br /&gt;3. Diterima di fakultas impian&lt;br /&gt;4. BALIKAN SAMA MANTAN (Tolong ya ini pengharapan sekali bagi yang mencantumkan)&lt;br /&gt;5. Fostabber awet :')&lt;br /&gt;6. Bandku terkenal ahuahahahahaha (Fadhil's Special Request)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ibu dan Ayahku bangga (amin ameeeen)&lt;br /&gt;8. Pak Kepsek cepet turun upssss&lt;br /&gt;9. Jaket bagus dan 2010 KOMPAK&lt;br /&gt;10. Ranking&lt;br /&gt;11. Club Vespa jadi (lagi2 Fadhil)&lt;br /&gt;12. Beli SLR (it's mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Kuliah di luar negeri&lt;br /&gt;14. Dapet beasiswa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah memang cukup muluk, namanya juga kepengenan kan boleh dong.&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, langsung dilipat-lipat dibentuk pesawat2an trus diterbangin deeeeh hehee semoga kesampean deh yaallah amin amiiin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-6045114178566713652?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6045114178566713652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6045114178566713652' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6045114178566713652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6045114178566713652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day.html' title='I swear, I won&apos;t forget this day.'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SbvaruViFLI/AAAAAAAAASs/uF3WaWPXqEU/s72-c/DSC02105ass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-6940286266828924842</id><published>2009-03-03T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:41:09.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rara's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually this is the continuation from my previous post, about LDKR night, remember? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the night, (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 22nd&lt;/span&gt;), exactly on the morning, i  left the event earlier because i was going to make a surprise-wake up-birthday to my bestfriend, Rara. I didnt do that alone, surely. My friends also join with me. We agreed to meet straightly at Rara's house around 05.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 'it' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Rara's room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*knocking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa : Kak bangun! solat subuh!!!!! (padahal udah jam 6 lewat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*no response*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All : Coba lagi coba lagi.. ssssh!&lt;br /&gt;tok tok tokkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa : Kak, disuruh ibu bangun!&lt;br /&gt;Rara : Iya iya, (ttp blm dibuka)&lt;br /&gt;All : Coba lagi coba lagi! ssssh!&lt;br /&gt;tok tok tokkkk&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa : Kak!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rara : Iya iya gue bangun, tenang aja apa, bacot lo!!!&lt;br /&gt;All : Hmmph hmmph hmmpp (nahan ngakak, sampe pengen pipis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krek................" (pintu dibuka)&lt;br /&gt;All : Happy birthday Rara, happy birthday Rara, happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday Rara..!!&lt;br /&gt;Rara : (ngucek mata, nyengir, nutup muka, abis itu nutup pintu kamar lagi)&lt;br /&gt;All : Laaah, knp dikunciin lagi kita???&lt;br /&gt;Rara : tardulu ah bentar2 (rupanya dia mau benerin mukanya dulu yg lecek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sa0YoORPrKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VbTOAQ3sXsk/s1600-h/DSC05975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sa0YoORPrKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VbTOAQ3sXsk/s320/DSC05975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308926615043943586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Shocked Face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sa0ZxOEInoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fdtkcKnYR_0/s1600-h/DSC05977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sa0ZxOEInoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fdtkcKnYR_0/s320/DSC05977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308927869119405698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tadaaaaaaaa, especially for you deh Ra :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those surprise part, we took breakfast together at Rara's house.&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy cause she really happy too, and she was surprised,&lt;br /&gt;Congrats guys we did it yeheeeeeeeeeeeeey! *clapping hands*&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Raraaaaa!&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/8089929658742312519-6940286266828924842?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6940286266828924842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=6940286266828924842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6940286266828924842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/6940286266828924842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/raras-day.html' title='Rara&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/Sa0YoORPrKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VbTOAQ3sXsk/s72-c/DSC05975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-9166803848772197215</id><published>2009-03-02T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:35:14.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Life'/><title type='text'>LDKR Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;I've been abandoned this blog for roughly 2 weeks, since i wrote the last post. Got to tell you a buncccccccch of stories here, so keep reading :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, February 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school, SMA N 38 Jakarta was helding LDKR, its kinda a training activities for delegations from each extra curricular, like Saman, Futsal, Basketball, Photography, Theatre, KIR(Science Club), Rohis, Rohkris, PMR, Talam, Padus, Taekwondo, Silat, Paskibra, Mading, Green School, etc (sorry for not mentioned). And i am registered as one of an organizer for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was great, pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDU9P73SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BFzqK9ArVps/s1600-h/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDU9P73SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BFzqK9ArVps/s320/DSC05796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308551350592462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Training Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavD3p7eAwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QzieQNhAhWU/s1600-h/DSC05762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavD3p7eAwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QzieQNhAhWU/s320/DSC05762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308551946701767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;First Introduction "We are from......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDVGRzRsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6iqbu0Z8luQ/s1600-h/DSC05957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDVGRzRsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6iqbu0Z8luQ/s320/DSC05957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308551353016207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Makrab, Makrab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgaZ6MiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ha_dlaVyGbE/s1600-h/DSC05874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgaZ6MiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ha_dlaVyGbE/s320/DSC05874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553746420740642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last practice before perform their yell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDVLTxVzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VElTkiZMdVo/s1600-h/DSC05914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDVLTxVzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VElTkiZMdVo/s320/DSC05914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308551354366646066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bonfire, Makrab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgHXTazI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aPK-wIQNYmY/s1600-h/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgHXTazI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aPK-wIQNYmY/s320/DSC05867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553741309537074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgRde0SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2vw31ZX7pNk/s1600-h/DSC05864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgRde0SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2vw31ZX7pNk/s320/DSC05864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553744019804450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Committee from MPK, night view at field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgu5w6GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WtohcbUwxFU/s1600-h/DSC05948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavFgu5w6GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WtohcbUwxFU/s320/DSC05948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553751923058786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Accoustic Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i want to add more picture, but less is better, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;ts all based by Ldkr's pubdok,  i hope we'll meet again next year!&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/8089929658742312519-9166803848772197215?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9166803848772197215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=9166803848772197215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9166803848772197215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/9166803848772197215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/ldkr-review.html' title='LDKR Review'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78YIia9jrt0/SavDU9P73SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BFzqK9ArVps/s72-c/DSC05796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089929658742312519.post-4194922324439484791</id><published>2009-02-08T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:37:25.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thoughts'/><title type='text'>For Muthia Rian Amanda</title><content type='html'>It's been one week since Muthia decided to move out from 38 high school.&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange and rush, we just haven't ready yet, maybe never get ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;No last time for gather ourselves, no farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't enough time for saying goodbye each other, everything passed so quick and once again i said, it's too fuckin' fast and sudden for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;We still laughed together at every single day we had.&lt;br /&gt;We still messed up at the conflict and gap we had each other.&lt;br /&gt;We still talked fussily and being crazy about our crush, our exboyfs, teenage love affair.&lt;br /&gt;We still did lots of jocking and mocking and lol-ing, about somebody's strange figure out there.&lt;br /&gt;We still took much photos and uploaded those on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just, just yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;We've just already visited you at hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Worried about yourself, and wished for your recovery.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, several days ago i just posted one story about you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now?&lt;br /&gt;When we granted for your recovered from illness, when we waited for your comin' back at school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just hit us with one shocked news.&lt;br /&gt;"muthia pindah.."&lt;br /&gt;I heard that line for a lots times at that day.&lt;br /&gt;You know uh?&lt;br /&gt;Me and saras had just got early bad-sign along the day.&lt;br /&gt;And our bad-sign is already completely answered.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you really gotta go after we havin' an intensely quick moment for farewelled yourself at unsuitable place, crowded school at day.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little moment to said goodbye and take care all at once..&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you Muthia ;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things i regreted myself about this.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nyesel mut, belum sempet deket sama lo.&lt;br /&gt;Belum bisa ngerasain 'sticked together' kaya lo ke yg lain, bahkan kaya gue ke yg lain juga.&lt;br /&gt;Gue masih blm bisa ngertiin lo, dan maklumin sifat2 lo yg kadang bikin gue naik alis 'kenapa sih ni anak?!'&lt;br /&gt;Jujur mut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we haven't get closer yet.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal rasanya baru kemarin, gue cerita sm Saras&lt;br /&gt;"ras, kok lo deket bgt sm muthia ya? Beda kaya ke yg lain. Gue agak susah deket sama dia, kayaknya dia gni..gni..gni sih, gue bingung ngadepin sifatnya, nanti gue salah di depan dia.."&lt;br /&gt;And you know what Saras said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to be more wise, to be more respect. To be more understanding, and escaping any missunderstanding. Try to looking her deeply, into i find the right space about who are and what are kind she is. Saras told me,  "muthia is a complex figure, looks strange outside but she really needs power to fulfill herself inside. Actually, she needs our guidance, our wise advice to built herself. She's such a caring person, that's why i can stand  confidently beside her, so you should try to get closer with her, just slowly, as you did with Rara or Ayon.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru aja niat ya, dia pergi :'(&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue ngerasa sedih, ya sedihlah,&lt;br /&gt;gue juga masih manusia normal yg merasa kehilangan kalau seseorang yg biasanya dideket kita pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, muthiaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8089929658742312519-4194922324439484791?l=vanyaviranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4194922324439484791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8089929658742312519&amp;postID=4194922324439484791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4194922324439484791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8089929658742312519/posts/default/4194922324439484791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanyaviranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-muthia-rian-amanda.html' title='For Muthia Rian Amanda'/><author><name>Vanya Viranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383416135109121004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
