<?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-6444232157487785334</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:57:52.332+07:00</updated><category term='quote'/><category term='yodito'/><category term='short'/><title type='text'>Those Sweet Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7449725756157986858</id><published>2012-01-16T20:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:08:54.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yodito'/><title type='text'>17x8</title><content type='html'>255 days. Yes, it's been that long since our adrenaline-rushed stolen kiss in the corner of your room that lovely Friday afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;245 days. Yes, it's been that long since I decided to hop on a train, alone, to Jogjakarta, for the first time in my life, just to make my point that I choose you. I want to be with you. I want this. I want us to happen. Against all odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 months and you still make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world for having such a wonderful person like you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 months and I looked back only to realize how amazingly good this relationship has become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 months and counting, to the day when we decide to make this as an official journey to infinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your future in the making ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7449725756157986858?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7449725756157986858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-months-and-you-still-make-me-feel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7449725756157986858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7449725756157986858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-months-and-you-still-make-me-feel.html' title='17x8'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1491892092304050437</id><published>2012-01-16T07:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:53:32.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZLLg29UzS7Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh how I miss singing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Comment, repeat, subscribe, requests! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1491892092304050437?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1491892092304050437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1491892092304050437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1491892092304050437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-know-why.html' title='Don&apos;t Know Why'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ZLLg29UzS7Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1320779941033320229</id><published>2012-01-09T01:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:14:18.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. &lt;b&gt;A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.&lt;/b&gt; You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;Bob Marley&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/6444232157487785334-1320779941033320229?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1320779941033320229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1320779941033320229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1320779941033320229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-4037796149445222438</id><published>2012-01-06T20:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:06:27.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it? No? Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/7843/49015755.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trying to make pun out of boyfriend's name. But he doesn't get it, so, okay..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*insert okay guy meme here*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do you see us getting married?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes. Yes, I do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The highlight of today's conversation. Smile for the whole day. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4037796149445222438?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4037796149445222438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-it-no-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4037796149445222438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4037796149445222438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-it-no-okay.html' title='Get it? No? Okay.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-8463013604725299349</id><published>2012-01-03T15:52:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:34:56.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>That one afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The conversation that afternoon went perfectly well, until he asked the question. &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; question. The question that she could never give an exact answer; sometimes it’s just a nod following with a smile. Sometimes she just mouthed “I’m okay” and quickly changed the subject. But she knows she cannot escape this time. Not if he is the person who asked the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“So, how are you doing with him? Still blinded enough to linger?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t like where this is going. You are not asking, for God’s sake, you’re judging. You’re just looking for a reason to call me stupid, to embarrass me, to prove me that you’re right and I’m stupid for taking the wrong turn, for taking a bad decision.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stopped sipping her hot coffee and put the cup back to the table quickly. She wiped her lips and made an awkward noise with her throat. She’s quite shocked with the question, even though this is not the first time she heard someone’s asking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“What do you mean?” She chuckled lightly, still trying to avoid eye-contact with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Come on, you know what I mean. Him. Why are you still with him?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“…I don’t know.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I wouldn’t be friend –scratch that– best friend for years with someone stupid who doesn’t know how to answer such easy question. And I know you’re not. I know because you’re the smartest girl, one of the wisest people I’ve known in my entire life. And you always had been like this. When it came to love, you’re brain seems to drive to a dead-end.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“…I seriously don’t know how to respond to that.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He catches a glimpse of little tears in the corner of her eyes. &lt;i&gt;Shit. Cue the drama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was talking for almost 5 minutes when she sighed quite loudly. She took another sip in her cup, tries to calm herself down before started talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“I could give you plenty, heck, millions of reasons why do I still decide to hold on to this; him, us, or whatever we’re having right now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And I can give you ONE PERFECTLY GOOD reason why you should break things off with him: he broke your heart. Too many time to count for the past years.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touché&lt;/i&gt;. And off it goes the silence between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“Have you ever been in love?” she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No, but I know what you are having right now is not love. If it is, then it is not good. It is a bad one, the one those people always said about hurts, pain, grief. Who keep making you crying instead of smiling. Who turns you to a skeptic instead of an optimist. &lt;b&gt;If it is love, then I don’t ever want to experience such tragedy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why do you keep pretending like its okay? Why do you always have to be the one who protects him? Why do you have to make you two looks like a perfect couple when the truth is, you’re not. You never were. You will always be going to be a shadow for him. Someone he won’t take it seriously. It’s you. How do I know? I’m a &lt;i&gt;freaking&lt;/i&gt; guy. I know what he thinks. I know why he did this; why do he keep doing this to you.” He finished it with a single breath while she listened to his words very carefully in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another deep sigh echoed around the space between these two people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“I know. I’m perfectly aware of that, actually. But sometimes… there’s just this one person in life; no matter how much this person hurts you, made you cry, bleed you dry, you’re just going to keep craving for his presence, his attention. Sorry for sounding so obviously stupid by saying that, but it is true. You will experience such thing if you have found the person. I’m not saying he’s &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; one, but for now, I still want to run back to him whenever things get a little bit lost. No matter how hard I tried to grow my hatred towards him, deep down inside, he’s still the guy that makes me swoon, head over heels, madly in love for the past years. And just like that, I found myself starting from zero again with the hating.” She smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“I just… believe. I still believe we could make this thing work.  I still believe God would do His magic to sparks the passion that has been lit off, somehow, somewhere along the road. We wouldn’t still be together if He didn’t want us to happen. You may say I’m crazy; I’m going to hurt myself,&lt;i&gt; yada yada&lt;/i&gt;. I am, and I’m still going to be because I still can bear this craziness.  And I’m still strong enough to bear with the pain he caused. Maybe that is why I stayed. I believe. And I’m just like another girl in the world;&lt;i&gt; we always wait for the magic to happen&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I just don’t want you to regret wasting your time over him once you’re done with this decision.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“Hey, like you always said, everything is happening for a reason. Even shits. Sure we couldn’t turn back the time. But even until now, until the state where I can’t even find myself truly happy, there has been not a single moment that I regret for being with him.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He slowly putting both of his hand in the air; a sign that he gave up talking to her. She laughed and took another gulp of her cold Americano to its last drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They parted by giving each other a friendly light kiss on the cheek. She went to the north while he walked himself to the south. Before getting too far, he turned his back slowly, hoping to catch the picture of her back as she walked further away. When his searching didn’t meet the expectation, he smiled and rushed his steps; hoping he didn’t miss the last train home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8463013604725299349?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8463013604725299349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-one-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8463013604725299349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8463013604725299349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-one-afternoon.html' title='That one afternoon'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-7602741544574851945</id><published>2012-01-01T04:43:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:05:52.034+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just kiss the whole pain away and start having a brand new one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2lbpDYRL1r80mnvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2lbpDYRL1r80mnvo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;{tumblr}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2011 has been really good. like, really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got no interesting story to tell about new years since it is just another night i will forget, and I'm not really a party person and I'm a&lt;i&gt; let-me-take-the-picture-because-I'm-having-a-bad-hair-day(but-the-truth-is-camera-and-me-just-doesn't-work)&lt;/i&gt; kinda girl so i didn't have any pictures to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, &lt;b&gt;happy new year&lt;/b&gt;! be merry. be jolly good. be generous. be grateful. seize every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stopped making resolution since the moment i realize i failed at my single resolution (yes, it was only one and i failed &lt;!--3) resolution last year. it was simple though, for me to stopped cutting my hair &lt;i--&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i was curious how would i look with a long hair&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;but turns out, a couple months later i met le boyfriend and he doesn't like my hair long so i cut it off)&lt;/i&gt;. oh well, maybe long hair and me never really work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i made amazing achievements last year! so far it was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stopped smoking. it's been 3 or 4 months, i can't seem to recall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;settling down with someone. finally! 7 months and still going strong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost 18 pounds and planning to lose a couple more, hehehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is such a shame to put the greatest year to an end, but that is the time when i wish nothing but 2012 to be so damn good and &lt;b&gt;kick 2011 right on the ass&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 5 in the morning on the first day of 2012. i just don't want to go to sleep in this beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. i hope you guys had a pretty wild night! cross my heart this year will be so damn fine. i just feel it. and I'll post my top 20 albums of 2011 in the next post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7602741544574851945?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7602741544574851945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-just-kiss-whole-pain-away-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7602741544574851945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7602741544574851945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-just-kiss-whole-pain-away-and.html' title='let&apos;s just kiss the whole pain away and start having a brand new one.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-6898701118412488565</id><published>2011-12-27T20:30:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:04:23.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That warm, fuzzy feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/140/img00399201112262354.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/9923/img00399201112262354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting all cuddly in bed while it's raining outside. Currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1044355.When_You_Are_Engulfed_in_Flames"&gt;When You're Engulfed in Flames&lt;/a&gt; by David Sedaris.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday is coming really near and I still got no plans. Going back to Jakarta is still an option but I just have to go somewhere. Planing to &lt;a href="http://www.lanewayfestival.asia/"&gt;Laneway&lt;/a&gt; but got no friends (and ca$$$h). Besides, The Horrors is coming to Bandung on February 14th and heck yes, that is how a cool couple like me and boyfriend going to spend Valentine's day! B-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super into cooking lately &lt;i&gt;(check out things that I cooked &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1088019764408.2016179.1343871367&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I know I suck at both, cooking and taking good food pictures..)&lt;/i&gt;, maybe stay in home and cook all the time would be my plan B if holiday plans doesn't work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6898701118412488565?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6898701118412488565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-warm-fuzzy-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6898701118412488565'/><link rel='self' 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allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I remember that time you told me you said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is touching souls" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surely you touched mine &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause part of you pours out of me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In these lines from time to time &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You taste so bitter and so sweet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh I could drink a case of you darling &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I would still be on my feet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would still be on my feet.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5275791772718310496?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5275791772718310496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-tens-of-thousands-trucks-of-you-id.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5275791772718310496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5275791772718310496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-tens-of-thousands-trucks-of-you-id.html' title='Even tens of thousands of trucks of you, I&apos;d still be on my feet.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Ri6bd4G-Aig/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2285935805504523209</id><published>2011-12-21T01:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:18:51.062+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzYoVidFddE/TvDRLslHVGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WDrKFmK5kHU/s1600/tumblr_lq74niLpMw1r1m6s8o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzYoVidFddE/TvDRLslHVGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WDrKFmK5kHU/s400/tumblr_lq74niLpMw1r1m6s8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688276328244532322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled upon this quote on Goodreads and unconsciously &lt;a href="http://disa-gustiani.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-my-dearest-j.html"&gt;wrote an email&lt;/a&gt; to an old friend. I miss her even though we talked every single day. I miss all of my friends back home. 2 of my best friend's Dad died this year and I'm not even there to hug, to cry together, even to offer some closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I stepped my foot in Jakarta. It's not like I don't want to go there, I just.. I don't know. I don't even know if I'm supposed to still call it as &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I do, I friggin' do miss you guys. A lot. It sucks having no one to hug here because they think it's creepy to hug a girl and it's called flirting to hug a guy&lt;i&gt;..wtf&lt;/i&gt;. I just can't afford it to go back right now. No, it's not about the money; it is about being mentally ready to face everybody back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pfft. Did I just call it home again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just wish God could fly you people here instead of me flying there :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2285935805504523209?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2285935805504523209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/why_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2285935805504523209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2285935805504523209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/why_21.html' title='the why'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/-PzYoVidFddE/TvDRLslHVGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WDrKFmK5kHU/s72-c/tumblr_lq74niLpMw1r1m6s8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4907131381926537629</id><published>2011-12-14T09:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:58:47.409+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking with you and this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MN6fvCwyhz8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ólafur Arnalds - Ljósið&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening to this on a Wednesday morning and I cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to look forward to the end of every year but not this time. 2011 has been the greatest year of my life so far. I learned so much, lose so much, and yet gained so much. This year has taught me all about taking choices, to be spontaneous, to be someone that I want to be, to be completely wild and crazy, to get out of my comfort zone, and to love someone wholeheartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I finally figured out what to do with my life, whom I want to spend it with, how to make my dreams come true, and where do I want to end up at. I lost some friends along the way, but then found out the real ones who really want to stay. I broke up twice, but then found someone so unbelievably amazing who changed me and my life completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not once, twice, but tons of break down moments I had this year, but then I possessed something so beautiful.. an understanding about life, about my own life, about the world itself and the way it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year is not going to end for another 17 days. Just make sure you make the most of it while it lasts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4907131381926537629?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4907131381926537629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/sticking-with-you-and-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4907131381926537629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4907131381926537629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/sticking-with-you-and-this-year.html' title='Sticking with you and this year'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://img.youtube.com/vi/MN6fvCwyhz8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3490125623596559479</id><published>2011-12-09T12:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:32:07.072+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at you, talking about choosing.&lt;div&gt;I was never even a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3490125623596559479?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3490125623596559479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-at-you-talking-about-choosing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3490125623596559479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3490125623596559479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-at-you-talking-about-choosing.html' title=''/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2547402175262200502</id><published>2011-12-07T10:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:36:10.868+07:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=n7sex" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/n7sex.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=wvwfpt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/wvwfpt.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2hqcubo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hqcubo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tony Takitani (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;トニー滝谷)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directed by Jun Ichikawa, based on a short story by Haruki Murakami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the saddest, depressing, and hauntingly beautiful movie that has ever exist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I said I wanted to be alone, I just need some space for awhile. But that doesn't mean I want to put you away for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost one of my best friend ever last month. I don't know how the hell did those happen, nor ever see it coming. Besides that day, never once in my life I had such horrible feeling towards myself because turns out I was being such a burden and a complete asshole to my very own bestfriend. It's crazy when in your whole life, you believe in something, you believe that you are a good human being, and out of a sudden.. bam, you're a bullshit. That all of your belief about yourself is nothing but bullshits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When an apologize is not doing it anymore, maybe a time off and some space will do us a favor. If you think I'm doing good, well I am. But it is just never be the same 'good' without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2547402175262200502?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2547402175262200502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2547402175262200502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2547402175262200502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/solitude.html' title='solitude'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i39.tinypic.com/n7sex_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2082072528298847947</id><published>2011-12-05T07:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>décembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Et2up2TONI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that holding me from going to class. I don't know if Faris Badwan could get any hotter than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy first Monday of December, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2082072528298847947?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2082072528298847947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/decembre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2082072528298847947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2082072528298847947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/12/decembre.html' title='décembre'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://img.youtube.com/vi/8Et2up2TONI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3047976677040570581</id><published>2011-10-22T20:09:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk tanggal 17 yang sedikit tertunda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It shocked me when people said that I didn't talk about you and our relationship much. For me it's odd because you're the only thing that's never leave my mind, not even a single second. Even when I got super mad at you, I'm still thinking about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I realized that I think about you &amp;amp; about us all the time, but not speak fondly and being outloudly about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, I've always wrote to you every night before I went to bed, in a secret book that I'm planning to give you once it run out of pages. And I've been thinking, you're going to read it someday, might as well the whole world to know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=30be4hh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/30be4hh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oh yes, the book shaped like a heart! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[May 27th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entah kenapa Skype date kita pagi ini terasa lebih sweet dari biasanya :) I love the thing you said about us going to San Siro. We will someday, boyfie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Funny how I didn't get bored by staring at your face eventhough we didn't say a word. Everything about you is magic, I believe so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[July 29th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku sayang kamu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I just need to stop worrying about you and us too much. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=1zejp4w" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zejp4w.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[August 8th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's 4 minute past midnight and I just finished that book you recommend it to me. And hereby I stated, we're such dorks, haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a lot of talk between us lately about Eurotrip and I can't wait for that to come true. Don't forget our plan to take a kiss picture in front of Eiffel tower, babe. x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[August 20th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hearing your voice turned out to be the greatest thing to do after waking up. I want you right now, please?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=ohlrpd" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/ohlrpd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[September 25th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're going to be just fine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's just going to be you and me and nothing else would matters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[October 4th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hurts because I'm afraid one day you'll realize that I'm NOT as awesome like your friends and you might leave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jealous and the fear of being alone is different, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[October 11th, 2011]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The greatest thing about you is you always makes me feel like I'm not dating someone, but it's like having an old friend to talk every day and night and to care about and care about me :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=iqh5c3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/iqh5c3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to stop writing for you. And I hope it will always be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Yodito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ps. it's only a couple days away before we get to our first weekend together! x&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/6444232157487785334-3047976677040570581?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3047976677040570581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/untuk-tanggal-17-yang-sedikit-tertunda.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3047976677040570581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3047976677040570581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/untuk-tanggal-17-yang-sedikit-tertunda.html' title='Untuk tanggal 17 yang sedikit tertunda.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i56.tinypic.com/30be4hh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1204604537658971717</id><published>2011-10-15T01:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>titik dua tutup kurung</title><content type='html'>Pertanyaan yang paling mengganggu gue akhir-akhir ini adalah, "how have you been?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan jawabannya cuma satu: monoton. Off to college in the early morning, having fun with friends, skip classes, going home late to the same feeling: kosong, and then cry myself to bed every night. Bahkan kata-kata ajaib andalan gue &lt;i&gt;"everything will be just fine"&lt;/i&gt; dengan emoticon senyum palsu setelahnya seakan-akan nggak berarti apa-apa lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I live to please everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1204604537658971717?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1204604537658971717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/titik-dua-tutup-kurung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1204604537658971717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1204604537658971717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/titik-dua-tutup-kurung.html' title='titik dua tutup kurung'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-4046093395285593956</id><published>2011-10-06T07:22:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'>iSad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztBvDonjq80/Toz35F9W3SI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MP9hhGlyT-U/s1600/youngstv.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztBvDonjq80/Toz35F9W3SI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MP9hhGlyT-U/s400/youngstv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660171391922003234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Apple product I use is iTunes and iPod Touch but this news still break me to pieces. He was such an inspirational human being, an indeed genius, and I love the way he stand for his idealism. He changed the world over the years with his innovations and he will forever be missed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIP Steve Jobs (1955-2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ps. It's just sad to hear that amazing people like him died of cancer. Someone needs to find the cure for cancer ASAP before it gets any worse than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4046093395285593956?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4046093395285593956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4046093395285593956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4046093395285593956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html' title='iSad'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/-ztBvDonjq80/Toz35F9W3SI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MP9hhGlyT-U/s72-c/youngstv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1796308921369396324</id><published>2011-09-19T00:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>120</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is always patient and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is never jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love is never boastful nor conceited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;it is never rude or selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It does not take offense neither it is resentful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but delights in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and to endure whatever comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terima kasih untuk 120 hari kebelakang. Aku tahu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; masih jauh dari kata sempurna. Sampai ketemu di 120, 1200, 12000 hari berikutnya, teng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1796308921369396324?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1796308921369396324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/09/120.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1796308921369396324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1796308921369396324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/09/120.html' title='120'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2934926895996353492</id><published>2011-09-16T20:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogjakarta was lovely, as always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Who was the last person you held hands with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Are you loud, outgoing, or shy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;basically three of 'em, it's just the matter of 'when'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Who are you looking forward to seeing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yodito and everybody back home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Have you ever given up on someone, but then gone back to him or her?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yes. we all did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;hahaha it'd be me taking care of him most likely, but sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i already in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;yodito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hanna, we talked about ldr crapssss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What does your most recent text say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;"I'll be there. Just wait and see. I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How do you feel about abortion?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;EVIL. YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST GO TO HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you like big crowds of people?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I prefer to be with a big group of close friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you believe in luck and miracles?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;used to. but then again, life is full of only karmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What good thing happened this summer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;yes, omg yesss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you think there is life on other planets?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;not even a single doubt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you still talk to your first crush?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yes, we mantained a good relationship until now :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you like bubble baths?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;no, not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you like your neighbors?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;no, i think they're creepy and not quite helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What are your bad habits?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Where would you like to travel?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;PRAGUEEEEE. but basically everywhere as long as i'm with dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you have trust issues?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;used to. but he convinced me to not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Favorite part of your daily routine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i always set my alarm 30 mins earlier so i could get that "yes, I could still sleeping for another 30 mins" feeling hohoho, sue me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What body part are you most uncomfortable with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;b0000bs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What do you do when you wake up?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;check my phone, but mostly i go back to sleep right away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a wee bit lighter. but whatever, i'm comfy with what i'm now :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Who are you most comfortable around?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;yodito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yes, some&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you ever want to get married?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;oh my, yes. it's every girls dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Is your hair long enough for a ponytail?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i wish :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Which celebrities would you like having a threesome with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;zooey deschanel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Spell your name with your chin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you play sports?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;changing the TV channel without a remote should consider as a sport, yes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Would you rather live without TV or music?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;music. in fact i haven't watch TV for quite some time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Have you ever liked someone and never told them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What do you say during awkward silences?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;"well... this is awkward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you think age matters in relationships?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What are your favorite stores to shop in?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;thrift store, or flea market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What do you want to do after high school?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;get a degree, travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hell nah. but there's always exception.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you’re being extremely quiet, what does it mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i have too many thoughts hangin and i don't know which one i should talk about first, or simply having a dirty thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you smile at strangers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;yes. better than faking a smile for your frenemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;outer space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you want a roommate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yes, yodito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What are you paranoid about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;elevator. i'm a claustrophobic &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What was the meanest thing someone ever said to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"you are such a dissapointment"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The nicest thing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;"you two are a great couple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What language do you want to learn?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;oui french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2934926895996353492?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2934926895996353492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/09/jogjakarta-was-lovely-as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2934926895996353492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2934926895996353492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/09/jogjakarta-was-lovely-as-always.html' title='Jogjakarta was lovely, as always.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-5144705020308464134</id><published>2011-08-21T14:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Because it's just hurt, sometimes.&lt;div&gt;It hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could tell you this but why my lips always tightly sealed when you're around. I'm such a coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, coward.. or desperately in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ps. Although I didn't cry, doesn't make it less painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5144705020308464134?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5144705020308464134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5144705020308464134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5144705020308464134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-353340096521024898</id><published>2011-07-29T15:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.949+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie just stop going to the rehab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;All I can say is, the world agrees with me. We are devastated by Amy’s death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2vx2bg0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vx2bg0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hedi Slimane)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;Why do I love Amy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;People said her eyes are the most terrifying thing about her. For me, her eyes beam a sadness and tiredness that you people don’t see. I love how her lyrics were always personal, but she’s not afraid to share it with the world. Like she always said, she always keep a bottle near because she’s alone, not desperate like what people used to accuse her. No white people could sing a better soul/blues than her. Amy’s voice could mesmerize, turn your world upside down once you listen to the whole Frank album. She was the sweetest daughter a dad could ask for; you can see it clearly how her Dad, Mitch, loved her so much despite of Amy’s addictions. She teaches me that it’s okay to fall in love with a wrong guy, as long that makes you happy. That it’s okay to be alone. That it’s okay to be sad as long as you know when to get up again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;As a tribute to her, I’m changing my blog back to black. Rest in Peace, Amy. You will be forever missed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-353340096521024898?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/353340096521024898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/07/valerie-just-stop-going-to-rehab.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/353340096521024898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/353340096521024898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/07/valerie-just-stop-going-to-rehab.html' title='Valerie just stop going to the rehab.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i51.tinypic.com/2vx2bg0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6412304164434814966</id><published>2011-05-21T12:49:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGRHCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2dlog9t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2dlog9t.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak pernah bisa memastikan bahwa pencarian ini akan berhenti di kamu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tetapi saya ingin berhenti di kamu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6412304164434814966?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6412304164434814966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/05/ngrhcky.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6412304164434814966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6412304164434814966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/05/ngrhcky.html' title='NGRHCKY'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i53.tinypic.com/2dlog9t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6623438302112723810</id><published>2011-03-19T21:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.951+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here's 10 facts that even my close friend doesn't seem to notice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;I don't like coke&lt;/b&gt;. I hate it. I think the taste is too strong. It doesn't go with any food and it hurts you to drink it on a hot sunny day. People must be looking weird at me now but I stand by my choice. Milk is the best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I said anything about marriage and kids, I'm not kidding. Not a bit.&lt;b&gt; I have this huge marital obsession&lt;/b&gt; to marry someone at young age, and having endless number of kids. Hehehe. I even asked my Mom to set me up with her friends' kid. That I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;I can't live without sweets&lt;/b&gt;. Literally. Mom always warn me about Diabetes since my Dad used to have it, but I don't care. When I don't or can't have it, I literally cry (true story). So, if someday you see me being a bitch about everything, just give me candies or chocolates or anything with high sugar level, then I promise you, I will be the nicest person around (&lt;i&gt;until I run out the sweets and the cycle goes on again ;-)&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Continuing from number 3, &lt;b&gt;I get cranky if I don't have my morning milk&lt;/b&gt;. Like, totally. It's been 2 weeks since my house ran out of it and believe me, I'm having the worst morning everyday and still counting.. ;-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Never shared an iPod with me because &lt;b&gt;I rarely finished a song&lt;/b&gt;, unless it's on repeat. I always changed it in the last 30 secs, don't know why. That's the reason why my iTunes Most Played it's only 89 plays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;I love fancy stuffs&lt;/b&gt;. Designers clothes, shoes (&lt;i&gt;I'd totally kill for this one&lt;/i&gt;), bags, fancy restaurant. But people around me doesn't seem to share the same thought :-/ And I'm having this lack of confidence that keeps telling me I'm not perfectly fit for those stuffs. I'm starting to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I'm a &lt;b&gt;total perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;. So, please, if you see me getting frustrated about my assignments and you said "It's okay, I feel you".. No you don't. I hate to see a SINGLE flaw on my report. I curse myself for having a slight typo. I could rewrite everything on my notebook kalo tiba-tiba kecoret dikit atau ada bekas tipe-ex (&lt;i&gt;I HATE THIS THING SRSLY&lt;/i&gt;). It's neurotic, crazy, you called it. I know. But I just can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. I don't get why people doesn't seem to notice this side of me. Just yesterday, Desak (one of me closest, closest, closest friend ever) saw me working on my report, all stressed and serious, and she asked "Kenapa sih mesti bagus-bagus banget? Why don't you leave it that way?" AND I GOT TOTALLY FREAK OUT. How dare she ask WHY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;I have an alter-ego&lt;/b&gt; named Anjani. She's basically the funny one, the laid-back one.. the EXACT opposite of me. So, friends in college, you've been talking to her all this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;I'm very shy, very low of self-worth&lt;/b&gt;. Believe me or not. I couldn't even talk to a stranger without having this shaky lips. I can't present myself in front of the class without sweating so much. I can't confront my Mom eventho she wrong me. None of my friends would believe this tho, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i960.photobucket.com/albums/ae87/ogikloavailable/54760_10150362339040099_890230098_15986393_1916358_o-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i960.photobucket.com/albums/ae87/ogikloavailable/54760_10150362339040099_890230098_15986393_1916358_o-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i960.photobucket.com/albums/ae87/ogikloavailable/54760_10150362339040099_890230098_15986393_1916358_o-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;I love this band from Jogja called &lt;a href="http://answersheetmusic.weebly.com/index.html"&gt;Answer Sheet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; Mungkin kalo alasan kenapa gue suka mereka karena mereka unique using ukulele as the main instrument, basi banget ah. The reason that got me instantly hooked is the lyrics of their songs, especially a song titled "&lt;b&gt;A Love Beach, Sadranan&lt;/b&gt;" yang selalu bikin gue kepengen beli tiket kereta ke Jogja ;-) And make sure you don't miss their &lt;b&gt;first track&lt;/b&gt; from the EP, a song titled "&lt;b&gt;The Pleasant Drink of United Ink&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ps. Please, let me win!! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6623438302112723810?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6623438302112723810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6623438302112723810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6623438302112723810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-1696668609784884210</id><published>2010-12-31T19:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.952+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love goodbyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Everything depends on how you wanted your day to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember that words that a friend of mine always said everytime I had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tgl 31 Desember, 2010. Hari terakhir di tahun ini dan saya baru pulang dari praktikum di kampus. Dimana semua orang sedang siap berdandan to the max untuk menyambut tahun 2011, saya malah menanggalkan baju kuliah dan berganti dengan piyama.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friend feel sorry for me but funny, I feel alright. Karena seperti kalimat diatas, I want this day to be good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na ah&lt;/span&gt;, I want it to be great. I know it sucks, but whining about it doesn't make it any better, right? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 2010, I feel a lot more different than last year. Started this year with an infinite number of trouble &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and still going 'til now, believe me)&lt;/span&gt; but eventually, I'm getting used to that friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(read: obstacles ;-))&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Got into college, made new friends, stop smoking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eventho there's a 2 week period when I can't stand college then got back, but then stop again)&lt;/span&gt;, lose couple of pounds, and finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;found the right place to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely learned a lot from this year, since I've had so many ups and downs that I thought I couldn't handle. But miraculously, I'm still here, smiling &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and survived :-P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and not even one thought of giving up came across my mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Resolusi saya tahun ini tercapai, dan ini pertama kalinya saya berhasil, hahaha. My 2010 resolution was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to not cut my hair&lt;/span&gt; and I did it, well at least until today. Don't know what 2011 might brings me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best moment for 2010 for me was MEW performance at Soundburst. It's the first time I ever see them live and damn, Jonas. I even ran out of words, lol. And the series of thing that happened after the night, I'm not saying that I don't like it :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. What's yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TR3VP1MChBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1uKBSLJG3VI/s1600/76330_1743316226410_1343871367_31959277_7985607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TR3VP1MChBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1uKBSLJG3VI/s400/76330_1743316226410_1343871367_31959277_7985607_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556831983197389842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to thank God for giving me the most precious gift this year. My friends in college, who always have the faith in me, who always told me not to give up, the ones who never try to stop me from crying but wanted to cry together, untuk gosip-gosip harian 24/7, who made college feels like high school again. Susah bareng senang bareng ya, cantik-cantik. Semoga kita terus bareng sampe semester akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for you, who said the words above, let's leave it like this, shall we? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that this is my year, but it's definitely a wonderful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy new year's eve. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May 2011 brings us good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1696668609784884210?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1696668609784884210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-you-just-love-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1696668609784884210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1696668609784884210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-you-just-love-goodbyes.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love goodbyes?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/TR3VP1MChBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1uKBSLJG3VI/s72-c/76330_1743316226410_1343871367_31959277_7985607_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7835043419014081486</id><published>2010-11-27T02:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God- part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2ykjtoi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2ykjtoi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear God,&lt;div&gt;Thank you for surrounding me with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;amazing people&lt;/span&gt;, amazing friends, and amazing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only going to say this once, but &lt;i&gt;I'm thankful for what I have and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for what I am now&lt;/span&gt; ~:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(photo from &lt;a href="http://inspirart.tumblr.com"&gt;inspirart&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7835043419014081486?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7835043419014081486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-god-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7835043419014081486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7835043419014081486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-god-part-1.html' title='Dear God- part 1'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i53.tinypic.com/2ykjtoi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7289963456213824531</id><published>2010-11-25T18:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01 — Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>So, hi. Again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to favorite song, I kinda lost for words. Dari semua banyaknya lagu yang gue suka, untuk milih satu it seems impossible. But if I really really really have to choose, here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REElUors1pQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REElUors1pQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=nyiq2g" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/nyiq2g.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;b&gt;ABBA&lt;/b&gt;. If other kids grew up with Beatles, I grew up with this. Both of my parents LOVE this song so much, especially my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to sing it every Sunday morning, in the house, in the car, everywhere. I may not know a lot about the ABBA themselves, but I know I love this song so much and never going to stop singing it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my personal favorite cover of the song by a French band called &lt;b&gt;The Sunday Drivers&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2wai5kp6I0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2wai5kp6I0?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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. &lt;b&gt;MGMT IS COMING TO TOWN&lt;/b&gt;. HI ANDREW BABY, HI. Anyone coming too? Hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7289963456213824531?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7289963456213824531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-your-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7289963456213824531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7289963456213824531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 01 — Your favorite song'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i56.tinypic.com/nyiq2g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4449328977131631621</id><published>2010-11-25T16:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days challenge!</title><content type='html'>It's been SO long since the last time I wrote on this blog. So, hi, how are you? :)&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty good. Pretty much giving up with college, actually. But more on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda hard to keep me motivated with writing so I decided to take this blogging challenge. I never tried this kind of thing before, so I'm curious about the turn outs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to challenge yourself with this thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 30 day blog challenge. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 01 — Your favorite song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 02 — Your favorite movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 03 — Your favorite television program &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite book &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 05 — Your favorite quote &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 09 — A photo you took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 21 — A recipe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 22 — A website &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 25 — Your day, in great detail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 28 — This year, in great detail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start writing later tonight ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4449328977131631621?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4449328977131631621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4449328977131631621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4449328977131631621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a great way to make things more complicated.&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/6444232157487785334-2571784025548864076?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2571784025548864076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/10/091010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2571784025548864076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2571784025548864076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/10/091010.html' title='09/10/10'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i53.tinypic.com/o9k03d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4919706499664271737</id><published>2010-09-04T05:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear self, it's okay to be random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: janitra&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 13 july 1992&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: surabaya, indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Righty/Lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: future&lt;br /&gt;Your dream of the perfect date: stay in bed all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: let's download stuff&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: hair&lt;br /&gt;Your bed time: random. mostly at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: mc donald's&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: single date&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas. i love the star wars t-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: used to&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: everytime. I even afraid that it'd become a habit&lt;br /&gt;Take showers: 1 time a day HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: right now? kinda&lt;br /&gt;Like school: I like the idea, but no.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: not so&lt;br /&gt;Believe what goes around comes around: karma rules, bitch&lt;br /&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason: yes&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been hurt: yes&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;Got beaten up: yes&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: sadly yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you’re hoping to be married by: under 25&lt;br /&gt;Number of kids you’re planning on having: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GIRL/GUY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color:  green&lt;br /&gt;Fat or fit: FAT FAT FAT&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality: personality&lt;br /&gt;Fun or serious: serious, since I'm the fun one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: writing this&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: downloading things&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: probably crying in the corner of my bedroom, thinking highschool sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel: tired&lt;br /&gt;I hate: orang sok cantik&lt;br /&gt;I hide: my true self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 12: FAVORITES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band: oasis, passion pit&lt;br /&gt;Color: black, white&lt;br /&gt;Food: indonesian, italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER 13: RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known your best friend?: around 10 years&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you kissed someone?: months ago.........................&lt;br /&gt;What’s your middle name?: ayu&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited for?: holiday&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any saved texts on your phone?: used to, but I delete them all&lt;br /&gt;What’s something random about you?: I hold grudges easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4919706499664271737?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4919706499664271737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-self-its-okay-to-be-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4919706499664271737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4919706499664271737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-self-its-okay-to-be-random.html' title='Dear self, it&apos;s okay to be random.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-9139993962968780863</id><published>2010-08-23T08:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is.. love?</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a project right now :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A book project&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you when it's done, since it's going to take some time.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to share you my favorite quote for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/THHNmHtHtMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9BJjxlGmf0E/s1600/tumblr_l0lcy0zTFS1qzhdtio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/THHNmHtHtMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9BJjxlGmf0E/s400/tumblr_l0lcy0zTFS1qzhdtio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508409874037847234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. It's raining. God, could You just make the weather stay this way, at least for two weeks ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-9139993962968780863?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/9139993962968780863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9139993962968780863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9139993962968780863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-love.html' title='What is.. love?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/THHNmHtHtMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9BJjxlGmf0E/s72-c/tumblr_l0lcy0zTFS1qzhdtio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2402131864949216025</id><published>2010-08-21T07:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, just in case if you read this, I NEED $$$$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>I seriously have so many things to tell but I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I changed my blog header, again. It's my (well, I think it's everybody's) favorite quote from Toy Story. I'm not a big fan of the movie in general, but I know I'm in love with Buzz Lightyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=o94vlw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/o94vlw.gif" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College starts in less than 10 days and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M SO NOT READY&lt;/span&gt;. I've been playing an anti-social character for the past months. The idea of hanging out with 100+ unknown people at one place scare the shiz out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a phobia for stranger? Because I think I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And dear self, please stop with the excessive cursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more things tonight probably. Anyone who read this, have a nice Saturday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2402131864949216025?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2402131864949216025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/yada-yada-i-need-cash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2402131864949216025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2402131864949216025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/yada-yada-i-need-cash.html' title='Mom, just in case if you read this, I NEED $$$$$$$$$$'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i34.tinypic.com/o94vlw_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3131824377566605900</id><published>2010-08-02T17:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test. SIGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are  friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so  cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk  to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you  are looking for your life partner.&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps you should be more  open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking  for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the  opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness  attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job  with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a  regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of  trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself.  Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are  unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean.&lt;/span&gt; You might  occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true and I hate it.&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/6444232157487785334-3131824377566605900?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3131824377566605900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality-test-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3131824377566605900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3131824377566605900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality-test-sigh.html' title='Personality Test. SIGH.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-5898275835017004206</id><published>2010-07-22T04:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>16:16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TEdzeWxPwjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YJBcPqoCuno/s1600/ll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TEdzeWxPwjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YJBcPqoCuno/s400/ll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496488835574383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not in the state to explain things right now, so I'm just going to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm fucked up. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm okay, but I'm not. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between 2 choices, whether I should give you another chance or just move on and leave things like this-- undone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry, for sure. That's normal, right? Heck, you dumped me. A day after my birthday. After all that we've been through, I think I have the rights to rip your head off and yelled at your face and give you the finger many time.&lt;br /&gt;But you know I wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that pissed me off is that you're giving up. You just stop trying. To be truth, I really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want to make this relationship works. There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many people were cursing at me for getting back to you, again? Do you know how hurt it was to listen to people talking bad things about you without having any power to defense myself nor you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. But I just can't stand to talk to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations. You finally made your win against me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. It's not my fault, or you, or us. Life is indeed unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS2. I could have just put a smile emoticon on this post but I'm afraid it'd looks too sarcastic, so I better leave it like this.&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/6444232157487785334-5898275835017004206?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5898275835017004206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/07/1616.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5898275835017004206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5898275835017004206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/07/1616.html' title='16:16'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/TEdzeWxPwjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YJBcPqoCuno/s72-c/ll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4478935722970191394</id><published>2010-07-13T19:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year has gone by,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TDxZre62qoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WDQpOhoiN64/s1600/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TDxZre62qoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WDQpOhoiN64/s400/bday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493364249054325378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TDxZrG_qt_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/b5y2w3e48ZE/s1600/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/TDxZrG_qt_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/b5y2w3e48ZE/s400/bday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493364242632062962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight for today was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=17c035" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/17c035.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES. JUNIOR FROM AOM WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. &lt;/span&gt;*FAINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be not the happiest day of my life, but I'm still thankful for everyone who remembered. 정말 감사드립니다! =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it seems impossible but I got a birthday presents from Jay, lol. He released a preview for his MV last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqWwPXJkGBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqWwPXJkGBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you. I'm 18, and I couldn't be happier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4478935722970191394?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4478935722970191394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-year-has-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4478935722970191394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4478935722970191394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-year-has-gone-by.html' title='Another year has gone by,'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/TDxZre62qoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WDQpOhoiN64/s72-c/bday3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6003734055744968966</id><published>2010-06-28T07:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.961+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might want to read this,</title><content type='html'>.... I'm closing down the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ed to be fearless about future. But now, the uncertainty scare the shit out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6003734055744968966?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6003734055744968966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-might-want-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6003734055744968966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6003734055744968966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-might-want-to-read-this.html' title='You might want to read this,'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-3145647201082376512</id><published>2010-06-24T06:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think I'm doing really good, then you don't know me really well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: Nonton Hellogoodbye gak&lt;br /&gt;J: Gatau, jadwal kuliah blm keluar&lt;br /&gt;J: Wkwkwkw asik ye kuliah skrg&lt;br /&gt;D: Ahahahah, padahal kyny br kmrn lo ngmg "jadwal kelas 3 sd blm ada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a piece from last night conversation with Disa, a good friend, eh scratch that, a family that I've been known for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies too fast, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;College will start soon and I still sit here, remain wavering. Wavering about this decision. Decision to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;I was a straight-A's student for 2 years in a row &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title=""&gt;not for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Used to think that it could be the ticket for me to confront my Mom to move me someplace else, but it ain't happening. When she told me (more like shoveling her decision down to my throat) to go to college here, I didn't even try to fight. Or maybe I simply got no guts to fight. Fight for the dream that I've been wanting since junior high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature. UGM. Yogyakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Even my heart still feel a little bit torn up everytime I heard the name.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to spend the rest of my life, thinking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what if"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gak ada mimpi yang impossible, yang nggak kesampean, yang ada hanya mimpi yang tertunda. Mungkin jalan kamu ke Jogja masih ketunda, but you still got years and years to reach it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3145647201082376512?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3145647201082376512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-think-im-doing-really-good-then.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3145647201082376512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3145647201082376512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-think-im-doing-really-good-then.html' title='If you think I&apos;m doing really good, then you don&apos;t know me really well.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8753977271986435416</id><published>2010-06-08T12:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It would've been nice if you're here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3h4lthBN81qaw1ifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 351px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3h4lthBN81qaw1ifo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd be lying if I said I don't miss you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not going to change anything, I'm just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since... yeah. Are you doing any good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. I'm being all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cliché&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8753977271986435416?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8753977271986435416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-wouldve-been-nice-if-youre-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8753977271986435416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8753977271986435416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-wouldve-been-nice-if-youre-here.html' title='It would&apos;ve been nice if you&apos;re here.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-3541196539884073953</id><published>2010-05-24T19:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.964+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/S_pw3sEsFgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rjxlzkc_98U/s1600/7429_1245725711074_1467332181_678572_3842289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/S_pw3sEsFgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rjxlzkc_98U/s400/7429_1245725711074_1467332181_678572_3842289_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474812399048201730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I feel that something's missing from my life. And no, I'm not talking about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If only boring is the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's exciting. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since because school is over and I'm starting to enroll in college in the end of July got me almost 3 months of holiday, I just got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Meh. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type of person who likes to keep myself busy, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps. Tell me about your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3541196539884073953?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3541196539884073953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/nude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3541196539884073953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3541196539884073953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/nude.html' title='Nude.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/S_pw3sEsFgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rjxlzkc_98U/s72-c/7429_1245725711074_1467332181_678572_3842289_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7551201514401148751</id><published>2010-05-13T23:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.965+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So there is such thing as a bittersweet goodbye.</title><content type='html'>His lips were cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I could ever listening to Bob Marley anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulai sekarang, nggak ada lagi deh yang gregetan kalo udah ngomongin masalah potong rambut..&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/6444232157487785334-7551201514401148751?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7551201514401148751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-there-is-such-thing-as-bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7551201514401148751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7551201514401148751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-there-is-such-thing-as-bittersweet.html' title='So there is such thing as a bittersweet goodbye.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-33518229244016671</id><published>2010-05-11T23:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:43:10.098+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, surprise.. I got you something. A big one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever holding back tears until you want to throw up because you just can't stand it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really know what to write now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain, but there's no point of telling anyone about it because none of them would understand.&lt;br /&gt;You might not believe this, but sometimes, untold feelings could led you to suffocation. Well, it works like that on my world. Truths keep choking me hard and I can do nothing besides holding back the pain, as if nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you ever going to read this, but I am sorry. Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You know the reason why I did this? It's because I want you to hate me. It's easier for me to let you go like that, instead of saying goodbye nicely and getting the chance to see your back (which I really love) that would make everything harder. I'd rather stay this way. Knowing that you don't want to see me nor talking to me. It's hurting me but there are things called consequences. I got my karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you to be happy. It will be different if I stay.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the only person whose going to hold you back from pursuing your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the only person hurting you with my endless selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the only person that you're going to hate in the end, so why wasting time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tom: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What happened? Why - why didn't they work out?&lt;br /&gt;Summer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What always happens. Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think life got us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I could only sum up this with 3 simple word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. (still) Don't. Know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's 4.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know whether should I be sad or pleased about this.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know if I have the guts to tell you all of this things.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know if I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; tell you this things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things are better left unsaid. At least on this case, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how she makes me feel, like anything's possible, or like life is worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's you.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-33518229244016671?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/33518229244016671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-surprise-i-got-you-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/33518229244016671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/33518229244016671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise-surprise-i-got-you-something.html' title='Surprise, surprise.. I got you something. A big one.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-170496692326641430</id><published>2010-04-26T08:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Gue lulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata cuma hal sesimpel itu yang bisa bikin nyokap gue luluh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-170496692326641430?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/170496692326641430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/170496692326641430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/170496692326641430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2406649896885469111</id><published>2010-04-24T13:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I was being too obvious.</title><content type='html'>Found this on someone's blog. Sorry for not credits :(&lt;br /&gt;Go try yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/"&gt;http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You are Gold Pegasus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is extremely cheerful and seems like a very open person&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; You can show consideration to others, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a good sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are also a person who doesn't want to loose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; However, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can be very temperamental, and can suddenly become optimistic, and next minute you are very pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; You look for fancy atmosphere in daily life, but you know that is only to cover up for your own dissatisfaction and discontent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You possess unworldly bilateral character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; You have very unique personality, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and people who like you and those who don't are clearly divided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; You tend to be audacious, but you must be careful when you use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Because Gold Pegasus people tend to be divided into those who exhibit great talent and those who can go stray from the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Unlike your confident attitude, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are rather too nervous, sensitive and can easily change or give up your objectives&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Your natural instinct is fabulous, and you have a passionate personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You tend to lead life with lots of emotional ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You dislike being restricted, and prefer to enjoy freedom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(hear this, Mom?),&lt;/span&gt; and this will not change even after you get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Therefore there is a chance of you getting divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I normally don't really trust this kinda stuff, you know, based on your name or DOB thing, but this one pwned me hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2406649896885469111?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2406649896885469111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-i-was-being-too-obvious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2406649896885469111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2406649896885469111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-i-was-being-too-obvious.html' title='Maybe I was being too obvious.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-4211084375762228772</id><published>2010-04-22T12:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If we keep continue living like this, by 2035, there will be no more glaciers in Himalaya" -NGC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/xd7bbs.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make more from this unproductive week. If it turns out to be good, maybe I'll squish some money out of it. Low on cash alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, happy earth day, everyone! Every thing, even the little ones you do to save the environment, always counts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4211084375762228772?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4211084375762228772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-keep-continue-living-like-this-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4211084375762228772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4211084375762228772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-keep-continue-living-like-this-by.html' title='&quot;If we keep continue living like this, by 2035, there will be no more glaciers in Himalaya&quot; -NGC'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i41.tinypic.com/xd7bbs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6497893145416416834</id><published>2010-04-21T15:27:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say goodnight, and go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The sound of your breath as you leaned against my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ridiculously these thoughts still torment me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I unexpectedly remember the jokes that you made and I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Moments that are really no big deal upset me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I suddenly remember the faces that you used to make and I break apart.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 Minute, 1 Second - Epik High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just can't look at you without any broken hearted feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But the perfect picture of your back that I captured with my mind won't be easily faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6497893145416416834?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6497893145416416834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-say-goodnight-and-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6497893145416416834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6497893145416416834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-say-goodnight-and-go.html' title='Just say goodnight, and go.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7048620269861231443</id><published>2010-04-18T23:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're more perfect than Helvetica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25sllpg.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's been a year and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. You should remember this,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sometimes people leave because they really want to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh, I've become word-less lately. Maybe going to write later today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7048620269861231443?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7048620269861231443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-its-been-year-and-still-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7048620269861231443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7048620269861231443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-its-been-year-and-still-counting.html' title='You&apos;re more perfect than Helvetica.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i43.tinypic.com/25sllpg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4280746726544957050</id><published>2010-04-10T15:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic.</title><content type='html'>I got accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information System on ITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never been my dream but let's just say God already showing what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crossing finger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4280746726544957050?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4280746726544957050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecstatic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4280746726544957050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4280746726544957050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-6425305152238543510</id><published>2010-04-06T18:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.972+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't mean everything that you read is true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND: Dennisa Tonbeng&lt;br /&gt;FIRST REAL LOVE: Haha, around 6? :P&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CELL PHONE: Nokia&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PET: never ;_;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST BIG TRIP: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;FIRST REAL JOB: Mom's personal secretary&lt;br /&gt;FIRST FACEBOOK  FRIEND: Err, Mutia Rahayu or Annisa Melda prolly? (since they're the ones who pushed me to make it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE HAS THEIR LASTS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LAST  PERSON YOU HUGGED: My little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST CAR RIDE: to the hospital this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE  YOU WATCHED: Cast Away&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOOD YOU ATE: fried rice&lt;br /&gt;LAST ITEM  BOUGHT: Copeland's concert ticket&lt;br /&gt;LAST SHIRT WORN: something with Korean text on it&lt;br /&gt;LAST PHONE CALL: Philo&lt;br /&gt;LAST  TIME AT THE MALL: CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE  EXCITED FOR  SOMETHING: can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU SAW: mommy&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING  YOU DRANK: es sarang burung&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE REALLY HONESTLY HAPPY: when i finally bought THE ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A P P E A R E N C E&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am  shorter than 5”4&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I wish my hair was a  different color.&lt;br /&gt;[]  have friends who have never seen my natural hair  color.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve  had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x]  I’ve been told I’m  attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have  more than 2  piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my  ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E M B A R R A S S M E N T&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve slipped out an  “lol” in a spoken  conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve peed  from laughing&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x]  I’ve laughed  so hard I’ve cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve glued my hand to  something.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my  nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]  I’ve had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H E A L T H&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten  stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my  tonsils  removed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x]  I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T R A V E L I N G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve  been  on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Niagara   Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E X P E R I E N C E S&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve   seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]   I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve gone out in public in my   pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve   been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve gone skinny   dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve crashed a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x]  I’ve  been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my  tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve played a  prank on  someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve seen the  Rocky  Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve been   snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R E L A T I O N S H I P S&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’m engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’m married.&lt;br /&gt;[x]  I like somebody&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been  cheated  on.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve had feelings for  someone  who didn’t have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve told someone I loved  them when I  didn’t&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I  did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S  E X U A L I T Y&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a  cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve kissed  a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H O N E S T Y / C R I M E&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done  something I promised  someone else I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done  something I promised myself I  wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve cheated while  playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve run a  red light.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve been suspended  from school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve  witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been in a  fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve been  arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R A N D O M&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve stolen a tray from a  fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to  others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch  the news.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don’t kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I  sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a  morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for my  cell phone ring tone&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a  sports fanatic&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[] My favorite color is either  white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black,  purple or orange.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I  would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I like  Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[]  I  know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am guilty of  tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast  food Daily.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve  not turned anything in and still got an A in a  certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I  can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really  ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play  video games&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m good at remembering faces. (actually, the opposite…)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m  good at  remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have  no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x]  My answers  were totally honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;• Are you available?: yes&lt;br /&gt;What is  your age?: 17&lt;br /&gt;• What annoys you?: mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;•  Do  you know anyone named Billy?: yes&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?: July 13&lt;br /&gt;• What is your middle name? Ayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;• What’s  your  favorite candy?: lollipop&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush? Yes&lt;br /&gt;•   When was the last time you cried? 12 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;• Do you   daydream?: abso-fucking-lutely.&lt;br /&gt;• What’s your favorite kind of dog? golden retriever.&lt;br /&gt;What day of the week is it?: tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;• How  do you like your  eggs?: sunny side up&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever been in the  emergency room?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;• Ever pet an elephant?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you use fly swatters? yes&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever used a foghorn?: No.&lt;br /&gt;• Is there a fan in  your room? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;• Do you chew gum?:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like  gummy candies?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like gory  movies?: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;•  How are you?: Damn fine.&lt;br /&gt;• What’s your  height?: 167 cm&lt;br /&gt;• What  color is your hair?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;•  Whats your favorite ice  cream?: caramel and nuts&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever  ice skated?: yes&lt;br /&gt;•  Ever been in an igloo? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;• What’s your favorite Jelly  Bean?: the red one&lt;br /&gt;•  Have  you ever heard a really hilarious joke?: yeap.&lt;br /&gt;• Do you wear   jewelry?: ew, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;• Who do you want to kill?: I'm not yet on that stage.&lt;br /&gt;•   Have you ever flown a kite?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;• Do you think kangaroos are   cute?: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;• Are you laidback?: Yee.&lt;br /&gt;• Lions or   tigers?: TIGERS.&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like black licorice?: oh hell yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;•  Favorite movie as a kid?: Casper&lt;br /&gt;• Ever shopped  at  Moosejaw?: No&lt;br /&gt;• Favorite store at the mall?: prefer a thrift one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;• Do you have a nickname?: Jajan&lt;br /&gt;• Whats your favorite   number? 8&lt;br /&gt;• Do you prefer night or day? Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;•   What’s your one wish?: lyk, right now? fly to Edmonds, Seattle, WA.&lt;br /&gt;• Are you an only child?: No…  Sadly. (exact same thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like  the color orange?: Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;•  What are you most paranoid  about?: being unknown.&lt;br /&gt;• Piercings?: no&lt;br /&gt;• Do you know anyone named  Penelope?: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;• Are you quick to judge people?: pretty much yea.&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you like Quaker Oats?: OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;• Know anyone that makes  quilts?: hmm no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;• Do you think you’re always right?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you  watch reality TV?: not much&lt;br /&gt;• Reason to cry?: life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you prefer sun or rain?: Rain&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like snow?: never seen one.&lt;br /&gt;•  Whats your favorite season?: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;• What time is  it?: 18:48 pm&lt;br /&gt;• What time did you wake up?: 07:01 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;•  Can  you ride a unicycle?: no&lt;br /&gt;• Do you know  anyone with a unibrow?: HAHA YES&lt;br /&gt;How many uncles do you have?: too many to mention. and I'm being fucking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;• What’s the  worst vegetable?: onion. ugh, and does chili count as veggie?&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever watch  Veggie Tales: no&lt;br /&gt;Ever considered being vegetarian? I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;• What’s your worst habit?: cursing. &amp;amp;drinking.&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you like water rides?: yes&lt;br /&gt;• Ever been inside a  windmill?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever had an x-ray?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;•  Ever used a Xerox  machine?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like the color  yellow?: kinda&lt;br /&gt;• Do you yell when you’re angry?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;•  Do you  believe in the zodiac?: if it's good, I'd believe.&lt;br /&gt;• When was the last time you   went to the zoo?: last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your   favorite person? My sister is kinda awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has had the greatest  impact on your  life? P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most disturbed person in your life?  MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dislike the most? social climber bitch, to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who  was the  last person to have a heart-to-heart with you? can't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the  “One that got away”? I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first  person that  you knew of to have a crush on you? I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Who was  the last person to surprise you? No one, sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT …?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  was your favorite childhood toy? BUZZ LIGHTYEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is the  most  expensive thing you ever bought? iPod ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your least favorite chore? idk, um, cleaning my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What   song reflects your current mood? idek. prefer to be song-less lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have  you always been afraid to tell someone? that I'm a bi? HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you  love most about your best friend/s? their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do want to be in five  years? KOREA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did your  parents  meet? they're neighbors -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your ideal peaceful place? my old room :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the worst place on Earth? hmm, grandma's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you first drink an alcoholic beverage? age 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  was the last time you felt embarassed? THIS MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last  time you danced? too old for that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last  time  you cried? 12 hrs ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took  public  transportation? can't remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time  you made a  child smile? today, since I'm good with kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6425305152238543510?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6425305152238543510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/doesnt-mean-everything-that-you-read-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6425305152238543510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6425305152238543510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/doesnt-mean-everything-that-you-read-is.html' title='Doesn&apos;t mean everything that you read is true.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-6150490012133851059</id><published>2010-04-04T09:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You really are pretty and I'm not even try to exaggerate things.</title><content type='html'>It probably sounds cliché, but I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for kept asking for your understanding instead of apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had this bumpy road for years and I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I might never say things like this in front of you, but..&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a different person now and I hope you realize that I really, really want to make things work between us.&lt;br /&gt;For the old time's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="happy birthday, mom."&gt;생일 축하 해요, 엄마&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. I'm lost for words when it comes to you. Have a safe trip, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6150490012133851059?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6150490012133851059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-really-are-pretty-and-im-not-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6150490012133851059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6150490012133851059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-really-are-pretty-and-im-not-even.html' title='You really are pretty and I&apos;m not even try to exaggerate things.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-949386965574068175</id><published>2010-03-31T22:39:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post doesn't even deserve a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfills,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:&lt;br /&gt;Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Unexpressed by Constance Fenimore Woolson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wish you could, you know just for once, put your manly ego aside and start listening to me rather than thinking about yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me be selfish this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read me. See right through me. That's all I'm asking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm done talking. I'm done explaining things that don't really need to be explained when you can find the answer yourself IF YOU'RE WILLING TO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why won't you admit that we are already towards the end by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-949386965574068175?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/949386965574068175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post-doesnt-even-deserve-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/949386965574068175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/949386965574068175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post-doesnt-even-deserve-title.html' title='This post doesn&apos;t even deserve a title.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-8394982206097991009</id><published>2010-03-16T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandung, May 8th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nadapromotama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/poster-4-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 709px;" src="http://nadapromotama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/poster-4-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRB SHAKING AND CRYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM COME TRUE. OH MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8394982206097991009?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8394982206097991009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/bandung-may-8th-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8394982206097991009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8394982206097991009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/bandung-may-8th-2010.html' title='Bandung, May 8th 2010'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-9126879171770949842</id><published>2010-03-08T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguous</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-9126879171770949842?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/9126879171770949842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/ambiguous.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9126879171770949842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9126879171770949842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/03/ambiguous.html' title='Ambiguous'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-5990170373666947947</id><published>2010-02-06T17:46:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:49.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/14seaeb.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://ase.holte.no/"&gt;credits&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Soundshineevent"&gt;@Soundshineevent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KINGS OF CONVENIENCE JAKARTA SHOW  SOLD OUT , THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND SEE YOU IN MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I literally cry.&lt;br /&gt;This might sound so emo but FUCK UAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5990170373666947947?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5990170373666947947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/02/boat-behind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5990170373666947947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5990170373666947947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/02/boat-behind.html' title='Boat Behind.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i46.tinypic.com/14seaeb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3266973657479017662</id><published>2010-01-05T14:53:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Since everyone was talking about resolutions, I have one for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop cutting my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the way, I've lost my will to write. Pictures already speak for everything that currently hangin on my mind right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3266973657479017662?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3266973657479017662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3266973657479017662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3266973657479017662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-4673268329772357072</id><published>2009-12-30T11:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.978+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Your laugh. It’s hilarious and freak and kinda weird, but I’m in love since the first time I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your voice is my daily vitamin. So now you’d know how to cure me if someday I feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way you don’t want me to know that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your goodnight text messages really made my sleep feel better, but now you kinda stop doing that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I know my stories has never been interesting to you, but I love how you try to listen until I’m done talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The way you changed me from a sarcastic bitch into an optimistic, non-smoking, peace-lover girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When we talked about growing old, you’re not scared. You don’t even think I’m weird because of my marital obsession. You stay. And you said that I’m gonna be the coolest mom ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When we ran out things to say, I just love hearing you breathe through the phone. It’s tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way you never forget to text me, even on your busiest day. You always got time to tell me what you’ve been up to so it makes me less worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love how your hug always warm me. I love how your kiss always make my heart beat 65324 times faster. I love when you played around with my hair. I love your little romantic gestures. I love you for being different.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know I can come up with thousand of reasons, but I decided to stop here. I wish you’d read this eventhough I know you’re not gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I'm trying to say is.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gah, you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4673268329772357072?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4673268329772357072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4673268329772357072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4673268329772357072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-7462386389154077914</id><published>2009-12-19T05:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:35.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>A stupid thought that everyone can simply do everything or get anything that they want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7462386389154077914?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7462386389154077914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7462386389154077914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7462386389154077914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2377051802292153516</id><published>2009-12-06T15:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2m46gav.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just made myself a Tumblr account. Follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pnrdandrd.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://jxnxt.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2377051802292153516?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2377051802292153516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-made-myself-tumblr-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2377051802292153516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2377051802292153516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-made-myself-tumblr-account.html' title=''/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i49.tinypic.com/2m46gav_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7927552133944786209</id><published>2009-11-16T22:39:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.257+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why there's no internet connection in heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/348ouo4.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, dear Dad, if you hear or even read this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The thought of you coming back is really stupid but I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I no longer commit suicide but I, somehow, still trying to be there with you in a painless way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sorry for being such an ungrateful bitch but I miss you so effing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is a silly question but I'm still gonna ask you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"When will you be home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because, Dad, don't you know that I still wait for you to come through that door and hug me like you used to do everytime you come home from work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's almost midnight and I think I lost my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7927552133944786209?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7927552133944786209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-why-theres-no-internet.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7927552133944786209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7927552133944786209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-why-theres-no-internet.html' title='I wonder why there&apos;s no internet connection in heaven.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i38.tinypic.com/348ouo4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-5931540073235657503</id><published>2009-11-08T11:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/1lsgg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5931540073235657503?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5931540073235657503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5931540073235657503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5931540073235657503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-love.html' title='Dear, love.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i33.tinypic.com/1lsgg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8242464920975120926</id><published>2009-10-30T18:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.982+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep saying that we can't be together for no reason, it's simply because I don't know. But now, I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3&gt;It's called Karma, honey.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8242464920975120926?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8242464920975120926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-keep-saying-that-we-cant-be-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8242464920975120926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8242464920975120926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-keep-saying-that-we-cant-be-together.html' title='I keep saying that we can&apos;t be together for no reason, it&apos;s simply because I don&apos;t know. But now, I know.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-3670111884998239638</id><published>2009-10-26T04:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.259+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You there, yes, you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/51ap7c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm so coming back to Jakarta this November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another meet up, anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I FRIGGING CUT MY HAIR, AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still kinda shock waking up with almost no hair around my head :P&lt;br /&gt;Short hair is just addictive, don't you think? Plus, the weather here is awfully HOT. You should try living here, it's hotter than Hawaii, I bet. And you know, I just realize I cut my hair every end of the month for the past 3 months. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for lack of updates, school's keeping me unbelievably busy.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Janit"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&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/6444232157487785334-3670111884998239638?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3670111884998239638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-there-yes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3670111884998239638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3670111884998239638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-there-yes-you.html' title='You there, yes, you.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i37.tinypic.com/51ap7c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8284907781160806723</id><published>2009-10-22T20:32:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WYWH</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2wrhxz5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;12088.) I really hate the fact that you're always hanging out with pretty girls. It makes me feel inferior. And it makes me feel like I'm about to lose you anytime now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/"&gt;Blogsecret&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8284907781160806723?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8284907781160806723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/wywh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8284907781160806723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8284907781160806723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/10/wywh.html' title='WYWH'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i38.tinypic.com/2wrhxz5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-9002567514928052757</id><published>2009-09-28T12:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.985+07:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNITE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/200fkut.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2njdh5t.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/245cvow.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cast of Friends is reuniting to bring the hit TV show to the big screen, according to actor James Michael Tyler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyler - who played coffee shop worker Gunther in the show - has confirmed the actors are in negotiations to star in a film adaption, set to hit theatres in summer 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He tells Britain's News of the World newspaper, "Friends: The Movie is definitely on. I still keep in touch with a lot of the cast and they say that they are really keen. I am definitely on board to do the film. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I really loved my time on the show and I am looking forward to meeting up with the old gang again. I just hope we can do justice to the show in a film." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Central Perk. It's nice to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-9002567514928052757?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/9002567514928052757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/reunite.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9002567514928052757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/9002567514928052757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/reunite.html' title='REUNITE.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i33.tinypic.com/200fkut_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1622605717668630587</id><published>2009-09-18T14:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the jungle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/1zozwvk.png" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blogspot could be so gay sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I lost half of my friends links and my cbox too. It's pretty suck and I promise you I'm gonna fix that soon. In the mean time, enjoy my stories and updates. Yes, (again and again) I'm unlocking my twitter profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's nothing much going on. I've skipped my daily routine for 2 days, which is reading newspapers every morning,  and I already feel so left out. Nah, I'm not a TV person. I don't watch local news. So could someone tell me what is happening with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't tell news like Noordin M. Top went back to hell. We all knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi kalo sampe ada yang cerita ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SrNCkEKp8OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RHMekruZQzA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SrNCkEKp8OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RHMekruZQzA/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382719166999032034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling to read more? &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/wfP1W"&gt;http://bit.ly/wfP1W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. I miss Jakarta. I miss Surabaya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss singing. I miss writing songs. I miss &lt;a href="http://checkthegateplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anindita Ajeng&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I keep missing everything and that makes me missing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung? Gue juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan membicarakan film bersama &lt;a href="http://absurd-ly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adit&lt;/a&gt; membuat gue kangen menonton film beserta kegilaan-kegilaannya. Jaman di Jakarta dulu, jangan heran kalo ngeliat gue keliaran sendirian di bioskop. Atau nggak sengaja ngeliat gue pake seragam di depan Ratu Plaza lagi nunggu bis sambil nenteng kresek item hasil hunting DVD seharian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dang, I surely miss my old life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the people behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. A good friend of mine making a 'Kartu Lebaran' project. Please, &lt;a href="http://disemutin.blogspot.com/2009/09/kartu-lebaran-untuk-semua.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for more info. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1622605717668630587?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1622605717668630587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-jungle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1622605717668630587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1622605717668630587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the jungle.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i32.tinypic.com/1zozwvk_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2268981702534125926</id><published>2009-09-12T14:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:09.168+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"thank you for the good times."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/5m083l.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DRAFT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"It's with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Noel Gallagher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly burst into tears when I read those lines.&lt;br /&gt;This. Can't. Be. Happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Noel did this 'resign from the band' thing several times for the past 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still devastating. And shocking, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not crazy for them as much as my brit-pop friends do, but for me, Noel has been the greatest song writers for almost 2 decade, and he will always gonna be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And one thing is for sure, Oasis can't continue with just one Gallagher. We may just have lost one of the best rock'n'roll bands the world will ever see.&lt;/span&gt; (guardian.co.uk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/6444232157487785334-2268981702534125926?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2268981702534125926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-good-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2268981702534125926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2268981702534125926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-good-times.html' title='&quot;thank you for the good times.&quot;'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i26.tinypic.com/5m083l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6559117106508461384</id><published>2009-08-31T13:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.988+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so done with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't expect me to keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;because my patience has it's own limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just so you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6444232157487785334-6559117106508461384?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6559117106508461384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6559117106508461384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6559117106508461384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8068735206882716165</id><published>2009-08-25T12:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(:(</title><content type='html'>Nyokap sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Doakan biar cepat sembuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8068735206882716165?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8068735206882716165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8068735206882716165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8068735206882716165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':(:('/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-1266925247376920861</id><published>2009-08-21T09:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.260+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is worse than a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/28v6mgz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. I know Melbourne is fit you more than Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1266925247376920861?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1266925247376920861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-worse-than-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1266925247376920861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1266925247376920861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-worse-than-broken-heart.html' title='This is worse than a broken heart.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i32.tinypic.com/28v6mgz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-5067246850854866530</id><published>2009-07-28T17:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.261+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus phase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/vxkrif.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/291l4qq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/5lxl4k.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;+ Cut//Copy&lt;br /&gt;+ 500 Days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a 12th grader is pretty much sucks. Lots of tension from school and family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, play easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5067246850854866530?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5067246850854866530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus-phase.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5067246850854866530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5067246850854866530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus-phase.html' title='Hiatus phase.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i31.tinypic.com/vxkrif_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-902343597560904092</id><published>2009-07-15T14:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.992+07:00</updated><title type='text'>17, and so on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/mh6o3b.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Selamat hari lahir, Janitra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-902343597560904092?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/902343597560904092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-and-so-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/902343597560904092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/902343597560904092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-and-so-on.html' title='17, and so on.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i25.tinypic.com/mh6o3b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-263643045194315002</id><published>2009-06-29T13:58:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:35.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/wsk5m9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/34e5kj5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft....When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -Baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2h4xrgo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -Rahim Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1htu1t.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; "I looked down at Sohrab. One corner of his mouth had curled up just so. A smile. Lopsided. Hardly there. But there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Amir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/34odkjc.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you, a thousand times over."&lt;/span&gt;&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/6444232157487785334-263643045194315002?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/263643045194315002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-with-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/263643045194315002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/263643045194315002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-with-your-mind.html' title='.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i42.tinypic.com/wsk5m9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2703801029653929454</id><published>2009-06-23T09:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much blab, duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO BLOGGERVERSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not keeping my promise about updating. How are you, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Better, I'm in a total awesome mood these couple days.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it's HOLIDAY time, woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking about my holiday plan, I must say.. doing nothing. Yes, that's the beauty of holiday, you can do nothing. I've been so damn busy with school and stuff, and I guess 3 weeks of resting is enough to regain my stamina, to clear my mind, and hopefuly I can start my 12th grade with a better 'Me'. Although I still don't know if I pass this 11th grade or not :-/ The report card is gonna be give on Saturday. Cross your fingers for me, people. I'm a little bit anxious about this one.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to congrats everyone who passed UAN 2009! Welcome to the high school world, guys. Prepare to meet your worst nightmare, hahaha *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/20t3vpc.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HEDI SLIMANE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm gonna be 17 in less than a month. Wow. Am I mature enough to be a 17 years old? I know, never a see a maturity by the age. But those question keep hanging around on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that mature means you could have your own life without your mom telling you what to do, you finally got an I.D, you can hang out with your friends until late, yada yada. Stupid thoughts, huh?&lt;br /&gt;But now I realize, mature is about trust. Responsibility and choices. Facing a real world. And.. am I ready for that? I'm not afraid. I'm just confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I ready to be a grown up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will never find out the answer. Well at least, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my big day, if you think I made a birthday wishlist.. then you are so damn right. Hahaha. Mom agreed to buy me an iPod Touch (same as Nures present for his b'day last friday) as a gift. Hohoho, I really can't wait for it! But still, I'm waiting for anybody who wants to give me presents. A boyfriend would be perfect :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I just bought last thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/v7fn8z.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent my every waking minute listening to them, hihihi. My favorite tracks is still 'Lantai Merah', continue by 'The Vow' and 'Strange is the song in our conversation'. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey To Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; is rocks!!! Four thumbs up for this album, 5 and a half stars too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now, ppl. Tell me about your holiday plan! I would love to hear it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. My birthday is on &lt;u&gt;July 13th&lt;/u&gt;. Put it on your reminder, would you? Lol.&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/6444232157487785334-2703801029653929454?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2703801029653929454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-blab.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2703801029653929454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2703801029653929454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-blab.html' title='Too much blab, duh!'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i42.tinypic.com/20t3vpc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-620849513081323199</id><published>2009-06-18T16:17:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:17.994+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Raimi really scares the crap out of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's wrong. Let's start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, what you've been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been days since I'm not updating and hell yeah, I'm going to share stories with you guys tomorrow! So friggin' excited.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't write constantly but I will try to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't protect my twitter updates anymore. I kinda forgot the reason why I did. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, for now. Xox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Gluck on your Eurotrip, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://electricalbunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natasha&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-620849513081323199?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/620849513081323199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/sam-raimi-really-scares-crap-out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/620849513081323199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/620849513081323199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/sam-raimi-really-scares-crap-out-of-me.html' title='Sam Raimi really scares the crap out of me.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-6273629233793742288</id><published>2009-06-12T13:39:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:33.459+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop The Glock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/dfvzpv.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss singing on stage//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And recently broke up with Dimski, in case if you didn't know//&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine the fisheye is really gone//&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tweet much these days//&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought a huge Tv but I never turn it on, local tv sucks! Boo!//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY, BIG GUY!!!//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having short hair is kinda boring//&lt;br /&gt;I live to eat//&lt;br /&gt;Holiday roxxxx//&lt;br /&gt;Think about trying a media-blackout for a day//&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting people's name//&lt;br /&gt;PLS SEND ME SOME EMAIL//&lt;br /&gt;Obesity is my biggest fear//&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is Facebook Username?//&lt;br /&gt;Manohara's (or should I say, Manodrama) case was just full of bullshit//&lt;br /&gt;This is so fucking unimportant, just skip it and read my other post//&lt;br /&gt;Bye//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-6273629233793742288?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6273629233793742288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-glock.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6273629233793742288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6273629233793742288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-glock.html' title='Pop The Glock'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i43.tinypic.com/dfvzpv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2435443871931015188</id><published>2009-06-11T19:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:06.872+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really have no life.</title><content type='html'>SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own Facebook account, paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen/ Romance:&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Step Up&lt;br /&gt;(x) Step Up 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannah Montana Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sydney White&lt;br /&gt;Total:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) She's the Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licensed to Wed&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Break-up&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;(x) P.S I Love You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made of Honor&lt;br /&gt;(x) What Happens in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;(x) Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Brides&lt;br /&gt;Total: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ella Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hotel For Dogs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;Total: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(x) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Twilight&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nancy Drew&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;(x) No Reservations&lt;br /&gt;( ) Perfect Man&lt;br /&gt;( ) Australia&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;Total: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy/Humour:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedtime Stories&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Pink Panther 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bratz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Haunted Mansion&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;Total: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Night in the Museum&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night in the Museum 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bruce Almighty&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Spartans&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;Total: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total: 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2: The Chamber's Secret&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;Total: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mummy&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Mummy 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Mummy 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Journey to the Centre of Earth&lt;br /&gt;(x) City of Ember&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;Total: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men 3 Origins Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider Man 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;Total: 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;(x) Underdog&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(x) Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Total: 82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action/ Thriller&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;(x) Casino Royale 007&lt;br /&gt;Total: 92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;(x) Underworld&lt;br /&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) Death Note&lt;br /&gt;(x) Death Note 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;Total: 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Legend&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;Total: 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw III&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw IV&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw V&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;Total: 126&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;br /&gt;( ) Siren&lt;br /&gt;(x) Silent Hill&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;(x) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;(x) Alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Omen&lt;br /&gt;(x) House Of Wax&lt;br /&gt;Total: 135&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Eye&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Eye 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shutter&lt;br /&gt;(x) When the Stranger calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Orphanage&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;Total: 144&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;(x) Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bolt&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shark Tale&lt;br /&gt;Total: 153&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cars&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;Total: 163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;( ) To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;( ) Conrack&lt;br /&gt;( ) Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;(x) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rwanda Genocide&lt;br /&gt;Total: 169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;br /&gt;(x) Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total: 173&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I definitely tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajeng&lt;/span&gt; on this one, since she's my partner-in-crime on movies, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2435443871931015188?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2435443871931015188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-have-no-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2435443871931015188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2435443871931015188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-have-no-life.html' title='I really have no life.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-1571277557213436635</id><published>2009-06-10T14:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:33.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abussive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SitB1LAI4cI/AAAAAAAAJE4/2sKhBjnLoSU/s1600/onback.iwishiweremoremanly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 557px; height: 403px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SitB1LAI4cI/AAAAAAAAJE4/2sKhBjnLoSU/s1600/onback.iwishiweremoremanly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(post secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1571277557213436635?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1571277557213436635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/abussive.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1571277557213436635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1571277557213436635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/abussive.html' title='Abussive'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SitB1LAI4cI/AAAAAAAAJE4/2sKhBjnLoSU/s72-c/onback.iwishiweremoremanly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8692209658730724064</id><published>2009-06-06T12:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:35.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>A quick review for today's post. Yesterday I watched a movie my friend gave me, it's called '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rocker&lt;/span&gt;'. Have you guys seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story is about a guy named Robert "Fish" Fishman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(played by Rainn Wilson).&lt;/span&gt; During mid 80's, he was the drummer for a band called 'Vesuvius' before he got kicked off by his own band mates. After 20 years, he still couldn't get over with his heartache, until his nephew Matt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(played by Josh Gad. But I was wondering all over the movie, what if Jonah Hill who play this part? Since they're both very look a like!)&lt;/span&gt; asked Fish to be an additional drummer for his band, A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.mlive.com/james_sanford/2008/08/large_photo_07_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 289px;" src="http://blog.mlive.com/james_sanford/2008/08/large_photo_07_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, after that  they rock journey begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is SUPER hilarious! I laughed until my tears out, seriously. I love the scene when Fish posturing The Beatles with those british accent, hahaha. I can't wait to watch it again when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if you notice the up picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1190013/photo_06_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 700px;" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1190013/photo_06_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWAS TEDDY GEIGER FOR GOD'S SAKE. He played Curtis Powell in this movie. OMG, everytime I saw her, I was like 'homina, homina, homina' :P He act so good,  and his voice really melt me! But he wore a lot of tight black shirt here, it was looks so emo :-/ But what the hell, I love him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will Arnett, Christina Applegate, Emma Stone and Bradley Cooper also took a part on this movie. That's why this is one hell of a movie :D And the ending is simple, un-cheesy at all, it's just awesome and cool and good.&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what are you waiting for? Go seen it now, it's already on DVD. The official website is pretty cool too! &lt;a href="http://www.bearocker.com/"&gt;Check check!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon, peeps. It's saturday and tonight means... Pizza time!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/6444232157487785334-8692209658730724064?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8692209658730724064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8692209658730724064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8692209658730724064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-blue-eyes.html' title='Mr. Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2774279583892806278</id><published>2009-06-05T13:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:33.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, and I'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/ekneav.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ffffound)&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/6444232157487785334-2774279583892806278?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2774279583892806278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-onlyyouwere-here.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2774279583892806278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2774279583892806278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-onlyyouwere-here.html' title='Go, and I&apos;ll be fine.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i41.tinypic.com/ekneav_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3030198570984448779</id><published>2009-06-03T16:22:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:06.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I still owe someone a homework. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10 Sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I forgot my Dad's birthday, I just remember that it's on June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I keep saying to everybody that I'm okay. Padahal setiap denger nama lo disebut, gue bisa nangis-nangis sampe mimisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hobi baru diajarin Riry: Bacain wall-to-wall orang =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Gue bilang sama guru Mandarin di sekolah kalo gue boleh ikut Summer Camp di Cina. Padahal nyokap aja gatau apa-apaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I pretend to like them, the truth is I'm not. At all. And I bet they did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ngebuka facebooknya (lagi-lagi)Riry terus gue nge'yes' invitation acara dugem gitu HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Jadi suka matiin telpon tiba-tiba. Bilangnya sih lowbat, kadang suka nyalahin operator, padahal sih gue udah males aja ngomong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Akhir-akhir ini gue selalu nge-klik 'Yes' di semua event invitation Facebook. Kadang sukses bikin satu, dua sms masuk ke inbox, bunyinya "Wah Nit, lo dateng ke xxxx? Asik, pulang ke Jakarta dong berarti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ngata-ngatain lagunya Gita Gutawa yang liriknya terlalu IPA, tapi sekarang jadi lagu nomer 1 di playlist iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Melupakan Sunshine. Dan sekarang ia hilang. Karma is so fuckin' exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I curse you, Lo, for tagging me. Twas so freaking hard, ya kno?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one I copied from &lt;a href="http://checkthegateplease.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ajeng&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. I hope she don't mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 best of your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Anindita Ajeng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Arya Triadi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Bobby Rahadyan Andhika Notokoesoemo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Disa Gustiani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Afia Cita Fitriana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Harmando Taufik Gemilang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Philosophia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;7 best movie you have ever watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  JUNO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  A Walk to Remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Kite Runner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Definitely, Maybe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Vantage Point&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best musician:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Kevin Aprilio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Thom Yorke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Amy Winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Chris Martin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Alicia Keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Ade Firza Paloh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Desak Made Ayu =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best albums you have ever LISTENED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Back to Black - Amy Winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Centralismo - SORE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Fame - Lady GaGa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  X&amp;amp;Y - Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Call Me Irresponsible - Michael Buble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Mamma Mia!: The Movie Soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Ports of Lima - SORE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best brand/designer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Michael Kors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Karl Lagerfeld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Kate Moss for Topshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  H&amp;amp;M&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Zac Posen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Converse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Anything from thrift shop :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best inspirations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Piano tune&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Bobby's voice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Traffic Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Love letters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best place you want to go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  NEW YORK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Maldives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Guggenheim Museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Central Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Fifth Avenue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Manhattan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best web you have ever visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Twitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Ffffound!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Tumblr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Indowebster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Kaskus.us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Wikipedia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best books you have ever read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  The Wednesday Letters - James F. Wright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  A Very Yuppy Wedding - Ika Natassa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Pesan Dari Bintang - Sitta Karina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 best tv shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  How I Met Your Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  CSI series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Grey's Anatomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Damon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Termehek-mehek (it's lame but I just can't frigging help it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Nigella Bites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Vierra's "My First Love" album for the past days. It's so good, I love them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SiZJc2BL_lI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dVaIS-FzMPQ/s1600-h/Ad_LA-Weekly-220509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SiZJc2BL_lI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dVaIS-FzMPQ/s400/Ad_LA-Weekly-220509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343038767807331922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love with &lt;a href="http://americanapparel.net/"&gt;AA&lt;/a&gt;'s provocative ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3030198570984448779?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3030198570984448779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/frags.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3030198570984448779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3030198570984448779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/frags.html' title='Frags'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/SiZJc2BL_lI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dVaIS-FzMPQ/s72-c/Ad_LA-Weekly-220509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8140818415380960860</id><published>2009-06-02T16:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagiasi/Inspirasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak orang yang masih nggak paham perbedaan Plagiasi sama Terinspirasi. Masih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyaru&lt;/span&gt; istilahnya. Sekarang kalo samaan dikit aja, dibilangnya "Ah plagiat lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, gue juga masih nggak ngerti. Kalo suruh ngebedain, gue juga pasti bingung sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue gerah sama kabar yang beredar akhir-akhir ini. Ya tentang D'Masiv lah, Kuburan band lah, et cetera et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti tau kan tentang kasus lagu-lagu D'Masiv yang katanya SEMUA lagunya copycat?&lt;br /&gt;Pas gue search di &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUmx8la3LTU"&gt;YT&lt;/a&gt;, apalah, cuma intronya oke emang mirip tapi setelahnya kan enggak. Biasa aja. Gue bilang itu salah satu dari contoh terinspirasi. Masih banyak artis Indonesia yang JELAS-JELAS plagiat. Contohnya: (taken from Desak's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Bee Do - Gita Gutawa = &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLuSyqMlm_U"&gt;Do Bee Do - Freshly Ground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITU BARU NAMANYA PLAGIAT, tapi kenapa cuma D'Masiv sih yang di jelek-jelekin? Bukannya gue ngebela, tapi, lo liat aja deh. Masyarakat juga bisa nilai sendiri yang bener yang mana. Mereka dengan asiknya ngata-ngatain D'Masiv sampah, D'Masiv nggak layak dapet platinum album, bla bla bla. Gue bilang itu cuma bagian dari iri hati doang. Gue sebagai musisi, walaupun masih amatiran, tapi ngerti juga lah perasaan mereka gimana. Lo kira bikin lagu gampang, dul??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus yang lagi hot-hotnya kasus lagu Vierra yang mirip sama lagunya Lost Prophets yang Rooftop. Yaudah sih orang cuma mirip dikit santai aja dong, heerrrrr kesel nih udah di ubun-ubun.&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang, banyak orang yang ngata-ngatain Kuburan plagiat gara-gara muka personilnya di cat kaya musisi KISS. KAN CUMA MUKANYA DOANG KENAPA LO JADI SEWOT ZXCZXZCXZ@!#$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu baru terinspirasi. Bukan plagiasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya kalo ngomong dipikir dulu, jangan main asal samber aja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8140818415380960860?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8140818415380960860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/plagiasiinspirasi.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8140818415380960860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8140818415380960860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/06/plagiasiinspirasi.html' title='Plagiasi/Inspirasi'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-5521158067522739228</id><published>2009-05-30T14:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.001+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang bing bung, jangan bingung</title><content type='html'>Kamu kanan, aku kiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu terus meyakinkan aku,&lt;br /&gt;bahwa kita berdua ibarat 2 garis yang letaknya sejajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau ditarik sepanjang apapun garis itu,&lt;br /&gt;nggak akan pernah ketemu ujungnya,&lt;br /&gt;apalagi sampe bersatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;andai kamu baca ini,&lt;br /&gt;jujur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak mau kamu pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kamu atau nggak ada kamu, aku emang nangisan.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi nggak sepenuhnya salah kamu aku nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. ya gitu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nggak mau bikin kamu pusing dengan sifat plin-plan aku yang selalu datang di saat nggak tepat.&lt;br /&gt;Ya contohnya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku belum siap untuk melepaskan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Atau mungkin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nggak pernah mau untuk siap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5521158067522739228?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5521158067522739228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/bang-bing-bung-jangan-bingung.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5521158067522739228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5521158067522739228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/bang-bing-bung-jangan-bingung.html' title='Bang bing bung, jangan bingung'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-4277250764453763919</id><published>2009-05-27T09:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.002+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For some of you who may not know it yet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img14.imageshack.us/my.php?image=bloggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/4299/bloggggg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Please comment!!! Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4277250764453763919?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4277250764453763919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some-of-you-who-may-not-know-it-yet.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4277250764453763919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4277250764453763919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some-of-you-who-may-not-know-it-yet.html' title='For some of you who may not know it yet..'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-5925536000301293513</id><published>2009-05-20T16:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:13.605+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampai mati kau tetap di hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every words,&lt;br /&gt;for every experience,&lt;br /&gt;for every arguments or critics,&lt;br /&gt;for every laughs and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;for every support,&lt;br /&gt;for every love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://img29.imageshack.us/my.php?image=175802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/2199/175802.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theyellowstrings"&gt;THE YELLOW STRINGS&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. We've reached 10.000++ listeners until this second, maybe it isn't a big number for you, but it was a WOW for us! I still couldn't believe that me, Desak, and Rein have made this far. Thanks guys!!!! Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:blowkiss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got no time for long update, been busy about my whole moving thing, urghh.. Yes, I'm not living on the 12th floor apartement anymore, and it sucks. No more free swimming/fitness :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5925536000301293513?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5925536000301293513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/sampai-mati-kau-tetap-di-hati.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5925536000301293513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5925536000301293513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/sampai-mati-kau-tetap-di-hati.html' title='Sampai mati kau tetap di hati'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8155089864205897186</id><published>2009-05-15T15:36:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.004+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok, I understand. But remember, things won't be the same again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying because of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-with-her&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-shit-I'm-losing-you&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s. I also crying because Gokey went home yesterday. I'm fucking frustrated. America doesn't know how to choose the good one, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8155089864205897186?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8155089864205897186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-ok-i-understand-but-remember-things.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8155089864205897186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8155089864205897186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-ok-i-understand-but-remember-things.html' title='It&apos;s ok, I understand. But remember, things won&apos;t be the same again.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4678849616061287273</id><published>2009-05-12T12:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.005+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat ya, perlu ngadain tumpengan nggak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img27.imageshack.us/my.php?image=blogyap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/8069/blogyap.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congratulations, assface, you just make yourself so fucking trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry, I'm just really pissed right now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mention name. It's kinda rude, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4678849616061287273?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4678849616061287273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-ya-perlu-ngadain-tumpengan.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4678849616061287273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4678849616061287273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-ya-perlu-ngadain-tumpengan.html' title='Selamat ya, perlu ngadain tumpengan nggak?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1277550816247694227</id><published>2009-05-11T16:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BW Killer</title><content type='html'>Since Facebook photos &amp;amp; deviantArt is sometimes taking too long to respond, I decided to put several of my Zoo pictures here. Taking with my Sunshine and ASA 200. And your comment really made my day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img26.imageshack.us/my.php?image=000009bvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/3488/000009bvv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a camel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/1536/000014c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/1536/000014c.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Bear (Beruang Madu) &lt;3 Oh my, isn't it like the cutest thing ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2525/000019b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2525/000019b.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEBRA OH MY GOD. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you still think the tone is cool, S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/6204/000029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/6204/000029.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroos. I love this picture so bad :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1795/000035b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1795/000035b.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat, little, Hippopotamus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/1637/000041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/1637/000041.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, it's me, Nawal, Ari, and Shalwa :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I notice couples pict was dark and grainy, I don't know why. I don't use flash because it's outdoor and the sun really bright. I almost cry when first seeing the result. But, oh well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current song is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#The Show-Lenka&lt;/span&gt;. I keep repeating it because the tunes is so catchy, and she's a little bit Lily Allen. How about you guys? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1277550816247694227?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1277550816247694227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/bw-killer.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1277550816247694227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1277550816247694227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/bw-killer.html' title='BW Killer'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7036204974235344893</id><published>2009-05-05T10:17:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Okay, if you notice, I've change my url. Scrawnymonday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or Nuy would say "screwmyscrewmy.." hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;? What the hell is that, even me doesn't know what it means :p&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm technically moving to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;http://jntys.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it represent me well, and really short, so I hope you guys will remember it easily. And who ever linked me before, please re-link. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Changing my header is like the easiest thing to do, me think. I just can't find something really hawt to put on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I currently changing my daily style, from Boho-chic to Gothic girlie. I paint my nails black as a start. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I guess my nickname is changing too. From Janit to... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JANET&lt;/span&gt;??? All my new-fellas calling me that (well, they wrote it 'jAnEdH' actually, buakakak, no offense guys). And sometimes, they called me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JENET&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf. Is it my name really so hard to spell, especially for east-javanese ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXHIBIT A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Fujifilm to process my fisheye roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee:&lt;/span&gt; Your name, miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Janit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee:&lt;/span&gt; Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; It's Janit. J-A-N-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeane&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;(Give up) Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm changing my perception about Analog Camera. Sunshine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course I have a name for my fisheye)&lt;/span&gt; is just a lo-hoooot more cooler than any digital camera. Wihiwiw, love you, S &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I almost forgot one more thing!&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE YELLOW STRINGS&lt;/span&gt; is changing too. They've become full band, w00t. Go check their new song, with new sound from the new vox, Rein, NOW! click &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theyellowstrings"&gt;&gt;&gt;TYS OFFICIAL MYSPACE&lt;&lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra scoop of X's and O's ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Don't you just love making lists out of everything?&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/6444232157487785334-7036204974235344893?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7036204974235344893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/ka-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7036204974235344893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7036204974235344893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/ka-change.html' title='Ka-change!'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-3863700840429878122</id><published>2009-05-01T09:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:18:24.264+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going mental.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, another holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free from today until Tuesday *cheering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to the topic, please pray for my music partner, Desak. She's been in the hospital since yesterday because of Dengue Fever. Get well soon, baby...&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday for Wirastio (April 30th). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm kinda pissed because you didn't reply my unbelievably-long text message, but I don't want to ruin your day. Wish you health and good luck. Cium dan peluk yang banyak buat kamu! :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img219.imageshack.us/my.php?image=throughthesunshinebyraro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/5568/throughthesunshinebyraro.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fisheye, ASa 400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Swimming used to be my daily activity, before I turn into a sick little girl. I don't know why, my nose is oftenly bleeding these days. And I got a really bad cold. What is happening with me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go to the doctor. Everything's fine. Well, hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished a song for &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theyellowstrings"&gt;The Yellow Strings&lt;/a&gt;! Yeaaah :D The title is "I Love You, Everyday". Here's a little sneak peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have some way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harder each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lame? Guess so -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yesternight, American Idol elimination is up. And Matt G really out this time. I guess it's the right decision. I'm still sobbing anyway... :'{&lt;br /&gt;And my zoo plan is been canceled. Ergghhh... I want Zebras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=idbynureznuyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/2396/idbynureznuyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;picture credits to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of Zebras, I miss that guy on the picture, since he was a biggest fan of it. I know your girlfriend told me not to, but I just can't help it. I miss talking to you over the phone for hours, share some unfunny jokes, or even gossiping about your A-listers friends. I know we didn't talk that much, or see each other oftenly, but I still love you. You're one of my best man friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on Twitter guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/Janit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double X's and O's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3863700840429878122?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3863700840429878122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-going-mental.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3863700840429878122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3863700840429878122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-going-mental.html' title='We&apos;re going mental.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-2070788641230410716</id><published>2009-04-29T15:24:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:47:06.874+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my loving.</title><content type='html'>I assume you've read &lt;a href="http://blog.casseybunn.com/"&gt;Cassey&lt;/a&gt;'s blog post about loving ourselves. I always blame myself for everything and always feel so miserable. And I'm tired being like that all the time. And so, she asked everybody to make a list about 10 things that makes ourself an amazing person and I do make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an amazing person because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a nice voice, I do. Okay, maybe not the best, but everyone said that I am :} And I'm proud of it, but always trying to stay humble. Want some proof? &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theyellowstrings"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I never forget to say thank you to everyone. Even several times, I helped people, but I'm the one who end up saying thanks to them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a green person. Seriously, I use plastic bags no more, I'm really not a water waster, and I always turn off the light when it's not being used. I love being green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a good friend. A good listener, AND a good advisor, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I always talk in the right moment, at a right time. Sometime, it helps me stay out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SfgXGM4DpII/AAAAAAAAAYg/u67I10jEMZY/s1600-h/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OmE9nBntLSk/SfgXGM4DpII/AAAAAAAAAYg/u67I10jEMZY/s400/zoom.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330035554295981186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;credits to Ffffound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6) I never see someone physically, especially boys. If I do have a good-looking boyfriend, I take it as a bonus :p The sexiest male organ is Brain, agree-gree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm actually quite good with English. I know my grammar is ah-wwffful, but I don't know why, I always have guts to speak in english. So people always thought that I'm smart, but actually, I'm no smarter than them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I do proud of my body size. I'm not trying to be skinny or dressed like skinny people. I always buy clothes that fit properly on my body, I never tried to cut 1 number of my dress size like some of my friends did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I don't do Girls gang, group, you know. I made friends with anybody, anyone. I just don't picture myself being in a closed group of friends or similiar. What's that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm good in remembering stuffs, like phone numbers, dates (that's why history become my favorite subject these days, tee-hee), song lyrics, anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, she's so damn right, this ain't easy at all! But once I finished it, I feel so much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Cass. You really open up my mind about this. XO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm proud to say that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, I DO LOVE MYSELF. I AM AMAZING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-what? Another holiday? Yeay! Start packing for Malang (or maybe Jogja?), then. Comment me or tweet me, peeps. My heart always beating hundred times faster when reading your lovely words &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, and I hope soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2070788641230410716?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2070788641230410716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-my-loving.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2070788641230410716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2070788641230410716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-my-loving.html' title='All my loving.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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/_OmE9nBntLSk/SfgXGM4DpII/AAAAAAAAAYg/u67I10jEMZY/s72-c/zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4186025155400178824</id><published>2009-04-28T15:24:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:33.462+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning atmosphere &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, school's again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how everything could go wrong in the first day?&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine does.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I forgot the date. I thought yesterday was Tuesday, so I bring books for Tuesday subject instead of Monday. Shitty, I know. Really not a good thing to start a day. Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/244930111_5e40b7ce0c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credits to Flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I already back to Surabaya and you don't know how relieved I am to be here, again. Nothing's better than home, right? Besides, I'm planning to go to the Zoo on friday with my school mates. Yeay, really can't wait to see Zebras!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been playing with the water color. Although I know myself can't draw, at all.  AndI got an award from &lt;a href="http://auzhempaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruri&lt;/a&gt;. He gave me because he thinks I'm friendly and an inspiring blogger. Thanks yeah :) And please help my best man, &lt;a href="http://gilgilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gilang&lt;/a&gt;, by vote 5 of his 9 pictures. Click &lt;a href="http://gilgilang.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-vote.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you know that SORE's CD I bought before? I just can't stop listening, and now it's kinda scratch, huah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoahm, really not in the mood to write. So, stories later.&lt;br /&gt;XO&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/6444232157487785334-4186025155400178824?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4186025155400178824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-morning-atmosphere-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4186025155400178824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4186025155400178824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-morning-atmosphere-3.html' title='My morning atmosphere &lt;3'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/244930111_5e40b7ce0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-6206610769429229952</id><published>2009-04-24T23:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehari bersama Philo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Posting kali ini saya pake bahasa Indonesia aja ya, lagi males mikir pake bahasa inggris. Lagipula saya masih dalam rangka menghormati Hari Kartini. Nggak nyambung? Emang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kemaren hari Kamis tanggal 23 April 2009, Starbucks diskon 50%. Eh salah. Kamis kemaren saya ngegaul di PIM sama si &lt;a href="http://disemutin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Disemutin Philo&lt;/a&gt;. Akhirnya ketemu, setelah penantian beberapa bulan, paksaan dan rengekan dia minta saya pulang buat tatap muka, kejadian juga. Walaupun nggak pake acara ngerjain tugas seni saya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is remind me, you still owe that one, Ngay)&lt;/span&gt;, ngasih balon, sama cincin berlian segede muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa jam sebelum ketemu, saya nelpon dia dulu. Sekali, nggak diangkat. Tidur kayanya. Eh pas kedua kalinya, diangkat. Ternyata suaranya lemah lembut gemulai gitu, jadi sempet ragu sih mau ketemu apa enggak, hahahaha. Yaudah, trus pas udah di jalan, saya sms dia lagi, nyuruh berangkat.&lt;br /&gt;Baru beberapa detik nyampe PIM, doi sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalah kamu, aku udah sampe duluan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasa hati ngebales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Emang lo kira balapan apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi enggak jadi, takutnya dia marah terus nonjok gue. Haha, lebih.&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah, saya langsung menuju ke Periplus, padahal dia nyuruh ke Kinokuniya. Intinya, gatau kenapa, saya langsung bisa nebak itu dia pas ketemu di depan Hoka Hoka Bento.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gitu? Tanya Galileo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya, cuma basa-basi belaka, sok nanya-nanya hal nggak penting, dia ngajak saya ke toko Hindis gitu. Trus ya bla bla bla. Ke Kinokuniya, nyari buku The Kite Runner yang english version terusannya nggak ada. Sebel, tapi yaudah lah. Entah kenapa saya haus dan butuh duduk, langsung deh ciao ke Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas di BK, ternyata ketemu &lt;a href="http://shetwobjc.blogspot.com/"&gt;SheTwo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Engga surprise juga sih, orang sebelumnya dia emang udah sms saya, ngasih tau dia di BK, ha ha. Tapi dia sama teman-temannya dan saya engga enak mau nimbrung. Lagipula, mau ditaro dimana piaraan saya? Hahaha, no offense, Lo :p&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah, habis muterin batas antrian yang panjang dan berliku, entah kenapa Olip bisa sampe di kasir duluan.&lt;br /&gt;Ya iyalah, orang nggak ada yang ngantri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, saya menghabiskan waktu dengan berbincang-bincang, si Pilo nyuruh saya gambar buat bindernya. Udah tau gue paling nggak bisa gambar, tapi dia maksa dan udah siap tempur dengan bawa kertas binder kosong satu pak plus spidol snowman andalannya. Nggak tega soalnya gara-gara itu tasnya mau putus, akhirnya saya gambarin juga. Jelek parah, anak TK abis, dan semoga dia sayang sama gue dengan nggak ngescan gambar itu -_-&lt;br /&gt;Trus dia nunjukin koleksi stiker-stiker colongannya, sama foto masa kecilnya yang udah reggae abis. Keabisan bahan omongan, akhirnya saya gantian nyuruh dia gambar buat binder saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; "Sekarang gantian, gambar buat binder aku dong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olip:&lt;/span&gt; "Yaudah mana sini bindernya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; "Di Surabaya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olip:&lt;/span&gt; "Berantem yok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ga jelas? Emang. Ga ngerti? Kasian deh lo.&lt;br /&gt;Terus dia ngegambar saya sambil lirik-lirik genit gitu, dan gambar dia sm saya lagi terbang ke bulan. Gambarnya nanti deh di scan, belom sempet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percakapan yang paling nyebelin tapi entah kenapa paling ngebekas di otak gue itu pas saya nanya rumahnya dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; "Rumah kamu dimananya kalo dari sini?" (Sambil nunjuk arah jalanan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olip:&lt;/span&gt; "Itu kamu keluar kan ada belokan ke kiri, ada rumah pager ijo kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; "Hmm, ya ya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olip:&lt;/span&gt; "Nah itu bukan rumah aku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; ". . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak berapa lama, Rama sama Hanif nyamperin ke meja saya, sambil bawa kartu. Dia mau sulap ceritanya. Dan, untuk mengerti kebegoan percakapan ini, lo harus tau di otak gue yang namanya sulap kartu itu biasanya tebak-tebakan isi hati, ya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rama:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sambil naro 4 kartu berjejer di depan saya)&lt;/span&gt; "Kamu pilih salah satu deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani: &lt;/span&gt;"Hmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rama:&lt;/span&gt; "Tunjuk aja satu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jani:&lt;/span&gt; "Tunjuknya dalem hati apa gimana nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanif, Rama, Philo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yang gue bingung kenapa mereka ngomongnya bisa barengan)&lt;/span&gt; "Ya masa nunjuk dalem hati?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu, saya merasa harga diri saya tiada. Malu rasanya dah, sumpah. Ngerasa bego dah, sumpah. Huah. Beberapa setengah jam kemudian, udah ngerasa bosen di BK, akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk pergi. Ke Gramedia, dan masih sama Philo tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di Gramed, sempet ada kejadian aneh, gue dan Olip ketemu stalker yang sumpah gue-aja-gatau-dia-cewek-apa-cowok, berdiri 2 rak sebelah kita, lagi baca buku. Haha, but more on that later...&lt;br /&gt;Terusannya, cuma keliling-liling setiap section, ngomentarin buku Guinness Book of Records yang isinya gak-terlalu-penting-banyak-hal-yang-temen-gue-juga-bisa-ngelakuin-terus-kenapa-dia-nggak-terkenal-juga?, sama dia nunjukin saya Graphic Bible gitu dah. Dan bla, bla, bla. Sempet ngetawain ke begoannya si Benny&amp;amp;Mice, dan dia nyanyiin saya lagunya Kangen Band. Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujungnya, saya kebelet pipis. Pas keluar dari kamar mandi, Philo tiba-tiba ngeliat saya nyengir nyengir, sambil pamer stiker yang dia colong dari pintu staff gitu. Hahaha, nggak penting yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ah-wesome day ended with a warm, friendly hug before &lt;a href="http://gilgilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gilang&lt;/a&gt; showed at lobby to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan untuk Philosophia, you may not really having a blast while take a walk with me yesterday, but I did. And thank you, for making my day funnier than ever, and even make my heart skipped a beat for like a minute :) Kapan-kapan lagi ya, Ngay, kalo kamu udah jadi artis terkenal. Hihi, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan dari cerita ini adalah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kacamata saya ngali&lt;/span&gt;. Ngastik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I forgot to take a picture, too busy laughing with his jokes. Besides, we both been a mess.&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/6444232157487785334-6206610769429229952?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/6206610769429229952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/sehari-bersama-pilo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6206610769429229952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/6206610769429229952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/sehari-bersama-pilo.html' title='Sehari bersama Philo'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-3579581027043727805</id><published>2009-04-22T22:17:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.011+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the time when you're eating your spaghetti carbonara, and the cheese was all over your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 10 PM and I just got home from Cilandak Town Square with my Aspirin, Bobby. I bought SORE's CD, Ports of Lima, then we watched 'Knowing' and after that went for Fine Dining at Score!, and just the two of us. A lots of people think that we're an item, hahaha. Kidding, P. Don't you worry ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=knowingk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/2452/knowingk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first thing first, what kind of movie is that??? On the first hour of the movie, I was so excited because I like movie with a story plot about the last day on earth. But at the ending, ALIEN? Come on, people! (Okay, spoiler alert mode: ON, hihi). The point is, I spent my 40.000 rupiah (yes, Bobby begged me to treat him -_-) for a lame movie, or VERY LAME, should I say? Hhh..&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, I love the part that I spent my 6 straight-but-it-feels-like-6-seconds hours with him again. Finally. This is the best part of my holiday, I guess :) Love you, B. XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's schedule?&lt;br /&gt;PIM, to (finally) meet my Fiancee. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody's going there too? Comment me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Well, I miss Surabaya... a little bit too much, I think. Is it some kind of sign or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-3579581027043727805?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/3579581027043727805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-time-when-youre-eating-your.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3579581027043727805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/3579581027043727805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-time-when-youre-eating-your.html' title='I love the time when you&apos;re eating your spaghetti carbonara, and the cheese was all over your face.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7604244992086204715</id><published>2009-04-21T00:54:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:16:33.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendshitter</title><content type='html'>It's 1 AM and I haven't go to bed. Still chit chat with Mr. Shitwo over the messenger. Just easy talk about his thing, electronic music, chiptune, and stuff. Owww yeah, don't forget to check on him, awkay? &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kiddybit"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; KIDDYBIT OFFICIAL MYSPACE &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with him about Daft Punk really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAPAN DAFT PUNK KE INDONESIA?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could just dance all year long with Technologic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really reminds me of a list that I made a long long time ago, it's about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 CONCERTS I HAVE TO ATTEND OR-I-WILL-END-UP-REGRETTING-IT-FOR-THE-REST-OF-MY-LIFE &lt;/span&gt;(I'll do it in countdown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thetalkingmirror.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/jonas-brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://thetalkingmirror.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/jonas-brothers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. THE JONAS BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know it's sounds so cheesy but who can't resist them?!?! Ha ha, and I hope Demi Lovato will be their opening act!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lady-Gaga-music-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2eovguo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2eovguo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. OASIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NUFF SAID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/6/62902/08_2008/Amy-Winehouse-Frank-397036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 409px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/6/62902/08_2008/Amy-Winehouse-Frank-397036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. AMY WINEHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(there was like no appropriate pictures of her on google, so I decided to put her album cover instead of her drunk pict)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man, this girl is a legend. I know she is. And she will be. Her voice always successfully poach my mind and my heart &amp;lt;3&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://youthoughtso.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 339px;" src="http://youthoughtso.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/coldplay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. COLDPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in total jealous with Luna Maya and Ariel 'Peterpan' (why everybody's still calling him like that? wasn't that he couldn't use that name again? awkay, too much watching gossip mode: on, xp) because they were watching Chris Martin live in Singapore last month........ HUHU. Me and my sister was so damn crying when heard Coldplay didn't come to Indonesia after their performance in SG and HK. Why God, why??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.france24.com/france24Public/en/news/culture/20080121-French-music-air-feist-justice-export-sales/f24DiaporamaPhotosParagraphs/0/image5/05-daft-punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 381px;" src="http://www.france24.com/france24Public/en/news/culture/20080121-French-music-air-feist-justice-export-sales/f24DiaporamaPhotosParagraphs/0/image5/05-daft-punk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. DAFT PUNK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya iyalah. Menurut L?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why I have to start saving money from right now because I heard JB is coming to Asia. Woo hooo!!! Prepare to cross them on my list, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;How about you guys? I want to know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g, xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6444232157487785334-7604244992086204715?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7604244992086204715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/trendshitter.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7604244992086204715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7604244992086204715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/trendshitter.html' title='Trendshitter'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i52.tinypic.com/2eovguo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8198982565235933238</id><published>2009-04-20T11:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta, aku kembali.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="409"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=119855270&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=119855270&amp;width=1337" height="409" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/119855270/"&gt;huggie&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://disadiso.deviantart.com/"&gt;disadiso&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my second day in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, I DO COME BACK TO JAKARTA OR A PLACE I CALLED HOME, FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stick around here for a week until saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So don't mind to call or text me if you want to meet or even sushi-ing together :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ditinggal &lt;a href="http://disemutin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Radit&lt;/a&gt; saya naik gunung. Be safe, ngay. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8198982565235933238?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8198982565235933238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/jakarta-aku-kembali.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8198982565235933238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8198982565235933238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/jakarta-aku-kembali.html' title='Jakarta, aku kembali.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-5179835228457730547</id><published>2009-04-10T17:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.014+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY//MID-TERMEXAM//ENGAGEMENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is better than a long and freakin' hot holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's quite days since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may heard about the English OSN selection test results, and I failed. I didn't make it to the next step. It's okay... you know, one door close and another doors open, right? Just trying to be more optimist by saying it :')&lt;br /&gt;I start to put a Twitter widget, music and a chatbox again (soon!), so my blog didn't look so dull like before, tee hee. But pay attention, I am linking back, but closest friends only. Sorry. Btw, I miss my lomo camera!!! My cousins in Jogja borrow it and he never got the time to send it back to me, urgh. I'm really in the mood for taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;So last night, the results of American Idol were came out, and Scott got eliminated. I'm so relieved because he's out instead of Anoop! I'm not a fan of him though. Well, yes, at first. But he got bored from weeks to weeks. Nothing's special about him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read &lt;a href="http://rarasras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raras&lt;/a&gt; blog? Yes, the gorgeous and very kind Raras wrote a review about &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theyellowstrings"&gt;The Yellow Strings&lt;/a&gt;! She said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But yang paling gue suka itu adalah Alphabet, GILA ITU LAGU SIKASIK BANGET DAH!! Suaranya si Janit adem banget (hahaha bahasa gue deh).."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling to read more? &lt;a href="http://rarasras.blogspot.com/2009/04/acoustic-and-easy-listening.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Raras, if you read this, I just want to say thank you so much :) In some way, your writings made me and Desak have more faith in our music. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my relationship status on Facebook? Yes, I do engaged to this&lt;a href="http://disemutin.blogspot.com/"&gt; guy&lt;/a&gt;. He already bought the ring, in his dreams. Hahaha, JK. I bought a new book, finally! Divortaire by Ika Natassa. This books (and A Very Yuppy Wedding) always remind me of someone that kept telling me to reads those two. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss talking to you, Dit ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Demi Lovato whole album, Don't Forget. It's funny how me and my two sisters always have a lot in common about music taste. They've been addicted to Lady Gaga, too! They like screaming in front of the TV while Joanne Stefani Germanotta played her Poker Face in an acoustic way. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waw, there's still 2 more days of holiday before my middle semester exam! Ergh, hearing those 4 letters always make my stomach hurts. Cross your finger for me please, peeps. I will work so hard this time, so I don't fail on any subject. Amen. So maybe for the next week, I'll be on my hiatus phase. Still updating via Twitter though :)&lt;br /&gt;And your lovely comment (or even critics) always make my day better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowkiss from Surabaya,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-5179835228457730547?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/5179835228457730547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidayexamengaged.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5179835228457730547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/5179835228457730547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidayexamengaged.html' title='HOLIDAY//MID-TERMEXAM//ENGAGEMENT?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-7783355060521038515</id><published>2009-04-07T08:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day, bad day, what you gonna do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IPODNYA KE SYNC ULANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAGU YANG UDAH SUSAH PAYAH GUE KUMPULIN KURANG LEBIH SETAUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILANG DAN KEGANTI SAMA LAGU DI LAPTOP KAKAK GUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-7783355060521038515?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/7783355060521038515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day-bad-day-what-you-gonna-do.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7783355060521038515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/7783355060521038515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day-bad-day-what-you-gonna-do.html' title='Bad day, bad day, what you gonna do?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1059603697922153469</id><published>2009-04-04T13:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn your lights down low for me?</title><content type='html'>Allo!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are okay, not like me :(&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days I've been suffering because of the high fever, flu, and coughs, uuuhhh. And take a stairs to 6th floor is not an option, so I decided to skip school. Although I kinda miss it, because stays in home without nothing to do is a total lame.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah bad news, I think I'm not going home next week. I just don't think I'm quite healthy enough.. Huhu. I didn't take any medicine or go to the doctor because it'll heal itself, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3407406874_bdfd42c767_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been following American Idol, and I'M FREAKIN CRYING WHEN MEGAN JOY GOT ELIMINATED @#$%&amp;amp;!!! She had a very jazzy yet unique voice, kinda Amy Winehouse or Adele. For God's sake, America!!!!!!!! Errrggghhwwwwff. And later that night she sang a very beautiful song by Bob Marley, Turns Your Lights Down Low. I want to buy her performance on iTunes, but I don't have an account huhuhu, if anyone read this and you have it, please send it to my email yeah yeaaah, thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did your phone recieve mms? Would you like to send one of your picture for me? And I will do the same thing to you :D Comment or email me if you like! Hihi. Lately, me and Delfa were send each other a multimedia message. She's been sending many of her pictures, from the gorgeous one until the hillarious one! Hahaha, thank you Delfa :-* At least, it kinda cure my homesick a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa been floating on my mind since ever. She's H-A-W-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A Beautiful Mess, Jason Mraz)&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/6444232157487785334-1059603697922153469?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1059603697922153469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-your-lights-down-low-for-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1059603697922153469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1059603697922153469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-your-lights-down-low-for-me.html' title='Turn your lights down low for me?'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-1301153254103259772</id><published>2009-03-27T16:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're playing yo-yo with my heart.</title><content type='html'>"Kamu kuliah mau dimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, nggak tau. Tetep di Surabaya kali."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh bagus deh, soalnya aku harus di Jogja."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya trus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kan jadi deketan. Jadi setiap kamu kenapa-kenapa, aku bisa kesana untuk jagain kamu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-1301153254103259772?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/1301153254103259772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-playing-yo-yo-with-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1301153254103259772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/1301153254103259772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-playing-yo-yo-with-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;re playing yo-yo with my heart.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2230492159385545175</id><published>2009-03-27T13:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.017+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience isn't something that you can buy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a girl, I must say I'm quite adventurous. I love to be friends with nature, and camping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; my monthly activitiy. Since me and my camping girl-friends is getting older, we never had those trip anymore. Although I miss it so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a trip to Probolinggo, East Java with my mom and her work friends. We were going rafting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/167ur0x.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it was my first time, but the strange part is I didn't feel nervous at all. Yet, I was so excited! Before it, we must walk like 4 kilometers to the river. It was very exhausting, the road is very slippery and I fell like 4 times. My pants got ripped in so many places, I had bruises all over my hands and legs, but it's worthed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I jumped from 10-meters-high cliff&lt;/span&gt; for God's sake!!!!! How often could that be? I never thought that I could be that brave, since I had a phobia with heights, hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess, yesterday was the best experience I got since I moved here :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no photos. Got no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, next stop, BUNGEE JUMPING!!!!!&lt;/span&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/6444232157487785334-2230492159385545175?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2230492159385545175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/experience-isnt-something-that-you-can.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2230492159385545175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2230492159385545175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/experience-isnt-something-that-you-can.html' title='Experience isn&apos;t something that you can buy.'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i39.tinypic.com/167ur0x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-4119338292544406829</id><published>2009-03-25T06:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ihbhw6.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a homework from Disa. Here you go, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the rules :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. take a recent photo of yourself or take a picture of yourself right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair, just take a picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. post that picture with no editing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. post this instruction with your picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. tag 10 people to do this&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my recently played songs for couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;1. Deadly Storm Lightning Thunder, Adhitia Sofyan&lt;br /&gt;2. I Need You Girl, Holy Age :p&lt;br /&gt;3. Tears Dry on Their Own, Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;4. Hyperballad (Bjork cover), Mocca&lt;br /&gt;5. Adia, Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;6. Song For Jedi, Dionysos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations for &lt;a href="http://sittaiueo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sitta&lt;/a&gt; and everyone who's made it to the Top 100 of Sunsilk QueenBee Hunt. I wish you a good luck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of stories. This week everything's going so-so.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later, then.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, your lovely comment always gonna make my day, xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S. Who's coming to Jamiroquai this april? Buzz me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-4119338292544406829?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/4119338292544406829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-mess.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4119338292544406829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/4119338292544406829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-mess.html' title='An interesting mess'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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://i43.tinypic.com/2ihbhw6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444232157487785334.post-8284470014792333923</id><published>2009-03-18T06:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img6.imageshack.us/my.php?image=blog1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/6167/blog1j.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt (as an outer): Factory Outlet's, Tank top: ZARA, High waist skirt (as a mini dress): Bazaar, Heels: Hush Puppies, Watch: Swatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times I told you, that I miss Jakarta so much?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's here feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends being naggy about having a boyfriend. I'm naggy about having a boy-friends, again. I miss them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't know what you got, until it's gone&lt;/span&gt;. It really hit me in the face. Hhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been great for me. I started to like it, slowly but sure. My friends were hillarious! They always make me laugh just by seeing their faces, hahaha. Because of them, I almost peed on my pants once :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arya planning on throwing his 16 birthday bash in Samara. I WANT TO COME, I HAVE TO. But I can't :( I already asked my mom a huge number of money for my school equipments, I'm gonna feel so miserable if I ask for another. Sorry my baby boo....... Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.. Another stories later. Really not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;But I always on the mood to reading your lovely comment, though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No, I'm not gonna make this a fashion blog. I'm just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-8284470014792333923?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/8284470014792333923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/glimpse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8284470014792333923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/8284470014792333923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/glimpse.html' title='A Glimpse'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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-6444232157487785334.post-2516069800971534213</id><published>2009-03-14T13:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:15:18.021+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://img6.imageshack.us/my.php?image=our9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/8093/our9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from FFFFOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I stand up high in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Have flashing thunder on my head&lt;br /&gt;But I still won't live Without Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody can laugh at my face&lt;br /&gt;Till their jaws touched the ground&lt;br /&gt;I will be counting the days till I can run to you&lt;br /&gt;Rainfall will through and my work here is done&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come home to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(W.Y.L - Adhitia Sofyan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bobby,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For your understanding to all these rough times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, as a friend, you are careless, and keep ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;But I always knew that you were worried and just want me to be okay and safe.&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, your hug and kiss is always been the greatest cure for my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon, to you, for you, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444232157487785334-2516069800971534213?l=jntys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/feeds/2516069800971534213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2516069800971534213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444232157487785334/posts/default/2516069800971534213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jntys.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-john-mayer.html' title='To my John Mayer'/><author><name>Janitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03840862728383129489</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>
