<?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-5956887342886702084</id><updated>2012-02-01T08:25:27.841-08:00</updated><category term='Self made Fiction'/><category term='read at your own risk'/><category term='Figure'/><category term='Fashion and Beauty'/><category term='Daydream'/><category term='Highschool Survival'/><category term='Links'/><category term='il mio cutiekins'/><category term='Tugas Sekolah'/><category term='Random writing'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='My self thingy'/><category term='Electronic Whoopie'/><category term='the art of peeing'/><category term='About sisters'/><category term='Lit'/><category term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>normalcy.is.boring</title><subtitle type='html'>'Only dead fish, swim with the stream.'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2116162348584328114</id><published>2012-02-01T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:19:23.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaa-poww!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hiya there! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've been abandoning you for what-felt-like thousands of lightyears but hey, I'm back! 2012 and I'm still alive..........T.H.A.N.K.G.O.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently cut my hair kinda short, the current longest lock is about shoulder length-ish so......yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I'm broken-hearted or whatever it is you're wondering. I just feel like being liberated. By having it shorter, I do wonder if maybe some people like mine longer but that's the point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't wanna be so busy trying to be what everyone wants me to be. Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna be 17 in less than a month so I......I-i-i-i-i I kinda want to declare my independence (yearite. LOL.) This hair says: I'm a big girl and I know what I want, now. I don't care if it's too puffy, doesn't suit me or too 'Pretty in Pink - Molly Ringwald'ish (my current obsession is 80s movie and most of the heroine are short-haired. HA. coincidence much?). Whatever you're saying.....this is my choice and I'm the one bearing the burden of having a wrong/failed/too short haircut. Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I expected it to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AD2laFbX5Lc/TylQa8ewCqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iICU5FOIiK8/s320/alexa-chung2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704178826883369634" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;This&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Or if it goes too short, &lt;i&gt;this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JWV_UH3-EM/TylRYb-RQWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MqlGTsG5Km8/s200/NorahJones2gAutumnDeWilde_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704179883309089122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCOu141rF7w/TylRgtqBgMI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WRF-HCYUBbI/s200/tavi%2Bgevinson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704180025494962370" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;r if it gets &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oo puffy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I aim for an  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDGY &lt;/span&gt;short haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it turns out to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhFTU6EE7qM/Tylaakmko7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bNowpIfTpFw/s200/Photo%2B2281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704189815590003634" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;girl next door&lt;/i&gt; ftw. nahh. &lt;b&gt;uber-dorky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; girl next door&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've just got the longest i've ever been in my lifetime:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yP0HsWE0JE/TylcfAWiHpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vqAZWrjhwFw/s200/317628_2642533460790_1179187042_3225557_519070793_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704192090781654674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knoe riteeee I looked horrible in this pic idk what the heck kind of face I was trying to pull off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember snatching someones-idk-whose glasses for this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit this is weird but this perfectly portrayed how long my hair was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;a different living creature. Yeah sure, I went to Nippon and stuff but it was when I had more hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm...............evolving. I hope to a lot better version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of the moment: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srWafHu4ty0/TylhKYRCMdI/AAAAAAAAAao/PG1IGevfDkM/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704197233981927890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Kakko-chan. 3 weeks old, they said. I wasn't the one taking this though, Kazuki (6 y.o) took over my digicam and snapped this shot. I like the timing, how he captured the one eye blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies of the moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Breakfast Club (1985)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dazed and Confused (1993)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty in Pink (1986)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reality Bites (1994)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track of the moment: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now - The Smiths&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-2116162348584328114?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2116162348584328114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2116162348584328114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2116162348584328114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2116162348584328114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2012/02/badaboom.html' title='Kaa-poww!!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AD2laFbX5Lc/TylQa8ewCqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iICU5FOIiK8/s72-c/alexa-chung2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1599749879809351730</id><published>2011-08-03T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:06:36.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaarwel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't write. I'm just too puzzled to arrange any word to type here so these are what I've got in mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be living alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm majoring the subject I've been dreaming of: Int'l Relations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I currently have no crush, or at least, nothing to write songs about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get to fly to Italy/US/Neptune this year, but prolly later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dream of joining a NGO after I graduated college, it does things that have something to do with traveling around the globe, sailing away from North pole to South pole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that I won't earn much bucks from that so I will also be a singer, or write books about what I've been through, preferably fiction though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From those money I will retire volunteering in NGO, and will instead invest on: a vintage book&amp;amp;music store, with a coffee shop on front, and a petshop at the backyard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will marry my longtime boyfriend (no particular candidate currently, so please just stay in queue, guys. you'll make it on the list if your lucky :P), he's probably a presidential spokesman, or an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;attach&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Europe, or maybe he's just successful in his own way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I still can't hardly decide which guitar I should bring with me to my dorm. #random&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm moving out T.O.M.O.R.R.O.W like FOR REAL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss times like these, typing peacefully in the serenity of mi casa dulce casa!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss sleeping next to my two little bratz-sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss my mom's huggy wuggy and my dad's hilarious laughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss my super-expert-at-anything my-wishes-is-her-command Mbak Asih.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss Kimmy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll miss all my dear friends here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'LL MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PLACE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what else can I say other than bidding everyone adieu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goof n8. Schleep t8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 u 4eva rumahku sayang :........)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1599749879809351730?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1599749879809351730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1599749879809351730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1599749879809351730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1599749879809351730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2011/08/vaarwel.html' title='Vaarwel.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4958591146397821122</id><published>2011-07-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:09:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy fiction I wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Baru menelusuri file-file di folderku jaman SD dan menemukan............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mission impossible theme plays*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiksi fantasi karanganku!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 tahun yang lalu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanggal resmi file-nya 02/06/2006, berarti ini kutulis kira-kira waktu kls 6 SD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sketsa Cerita Negeri Pule''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vania F.I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jadi nanti Will&amp;amp;Lori jadi King&amp;amp;Queen. Abiz tu ntar orangtua mereka dikasih racun sama penyihir jahat &amp;amp; ortunya membentuk negeri baru yang isinya orang jahat termasuk ortunya. Biz' tu Lori make ilmu sihirnya buat bikin ramuan siap minum untuk menyembuhkan ortunya. Ortunya&amp;amp;mereka bikin kesepakatan, kalo Will&amp;amp;Lori menang, nanti ortunya mau minum obat itu, tapi kalouw ortunya yang menang, Will&amp;amp;Lori yang harus minum ramuan itu. Karena pasukan negeri Pule pada pindah ke negeri Pari JAhat ciptaan ortunya, pasukan Pule-pule cuman Will,Lori dan temen-temen sekolahnya yang baik, karena ramuan penyihir jahat cuman mempan sama orang gede. Nah ntar tu setting perangnya paling keren, Willnya tuh kayak Peter di Narnia waktu perang. Nah ntar tu ceritanya Will nyaris mati gara-gara ditusuk babenya pake tombak truz mledug trus kan si Lori nangis, terus airmata Lori nyembuhin si Will. Nah Will idup lagi terus perang lagi, terus pas saat-saat terakhir kan si Will maw ditusuk emaknya dari belakang, trus dihadang Lori dan akhirnya Lori yang kena, nah di scene itu, dibikinnya lebih dramatis geto, terus Lori sekarat gitu dan Will nanya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"aPA YANG harus kulakuin buat ngehidupin kamu, Lori? Jangan tinggalin aku! Gimana kita bisa menang tanpa kamu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trus kan si Will nyaris nangis gitu, udah compang-camping n the dekil mukanya juga udah penuh tanah, eh ada kayak cahaya gitu, Will nengok ke cahayanya dan ternyata itu tuh malaikat, nah terus dia ngasih satu permintaan buat Will, terserah mau apa aja. Apapun yang dia inginkan. Will sempet kepikir cewek yang dia taksir di skul yang nolak dia tapi ia langsung berpaling ke Lori dan minta Lori hidup lagi. Trus kan Lorinya hidup lagi terus bersinar gitu &amp;amp; terbang, trus kostumnya ganti. Terus scenenya tu kayak Tsubasa Chronicle, yang bagian Li&amp;amp;Sakuranya dua-duanya terbang. Nah nanti bagian itu ditaburin kayak bunga warna pink ato ungu gitu. Keren banget! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah terus habis itu Lori bilang,"Will..". "Apa?", Willnya nanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Umm, enggak. Ma-maka-makasssi-ma-ma-maka-hachim", si Lorinya bersin. Terus mereka menuju kastil, tapi yang masih hidup dari semua pasukannya tinggal Will&amp;amp;Lori doang yang lainnya pada matek. Nah terus kan emaknya mereka di kastil cuman duduk+nonton babe&amp;amp;Will yang lagi lawan-lawanan pedang kayak Zorro ato Kendo getoh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah kesempatan itu si Lori masukin ramuannya ke botol semprotan baygon yang dia temuin dan nyemprot ke arah babe&amp;amp;emaknye eh babe &amp;amp;emaknya pingsan terus semua yang kena sihir jahat kemBALI KAYAK doeloe. Tapi ada satu masalah, si Will kesemprot ramuan itu juga padahal kan dia nggak kena sihir jahat. Will setengah sadar masih kebaring di lantai kastil tua yang gelap&amp;amp;dingin. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eh terus para pembantu  Lori narik Lori ke jet bwt dibawa plg pdhal si Lori lagi nangisin Will. Pas itu Lori langsung pingsan, begitu sadar, dia udah ada di kamarnya. Lori langsung nyariin Will. "Will dimana?" tanya Lori ke semua orang yang ditemuinya."Astaga! Will masih di kastil itu, pdhal hari ini kastil itu mau di bakar dan di boM ATOM supaya nggak ada nenek sihirnya lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nah terus pada brangkat ke sana lagi &amp;amp; ternyata kastil udh dibakar dan kata orang-orang nggak ngeliat ada orang yang keluar, jadi si Will masih di dalem. Nah terus, tiba-tiba ada kayak orang masih pake baju perang compang-camping yang menembus api dari dalam kastil dan ternyata itu Will!! Lori langsung lari meluk Will sambil ngomong "Wiiilll!" keras keras. Terus Will langsung bales meluk Lori dgn tangannya yang luka-luka. Luka bakar, kena piso, dll. Pokoknya bagian yang kebakar itu paling keren &amp;amp; paling susah settingnya. The enddddd.. Misalkan cerita ini betulan dibikin Film, aku bakal seneng banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku uda ngebayangin dari awal kalouw dibikin film pasti cool abiz~ Dan biayanya juga mahal abiz... Aku mau yang jadi Will itu ya Will Moseley dan Lorinya itu Linds Lohan ato Hil Duff de...tapi kayaknya Lorinyua aku aja! Ntar kalo Lorinya Linds Lohan, Will Mo nya malah naksir Linds lagee..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4958591146397821122?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4958591146397821122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4958591146397821122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4958591146397821122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4958591146397821122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2011/07/fantasy-fiction-i-wrote.html' title='Fantasy fiction I wrote'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1183133185882834465</id><published>2011-06-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:31:59.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You be words and I'll be muse sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Hi, so, I skipped blogging yesterday and I just don't feel like doing that 24 days challenge anymore. Ok, ok, I've just posted one but I think it's best to stop before it's too late. I was just reading through all of the 24 days challenges and it is uninspiring, boring, and lack of fun. So........I'm gonna do a challenge I consider a lot more fun than the first one. Here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;16 SONGS CHALLENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;16 songs that express your feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   1. A song that express what you think is “love”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Well,  I don't really know what love is and I've never been in it, so maybe I just interpret it from what I've seen, and what I've read. I consider it's something so heavenly, so funny like a crunchy humor, so bubbly, immaculately pure, child-like and it brings you high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;This is the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Quoting some lines from 'Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1683094/" style="color: rgb(19, 108, 178); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/" style="color: rgb(19, 108, 178); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: What about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1683094/" style="color: rgb(19, 108, 178); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: This.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;grabs Nick's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1683094/" style="color: rgb(19, 108, 178); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants, Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Gay couple passes holding hands and smiles at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Yeah, I think I'll most possibly be head over sneakers with one, when I just feel like holding his hands forever, and that would be enough. That's mine, what's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   2. A song that represents you (that express how you feel about everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Overjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/faD3YF0zhNg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The lyrics are tormentingly beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   3. A song that express your feeling towards school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Kobdb37Cwc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   4. A song that can be the “soundtrack” of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Oh, this one. I'm on my way writing my own soundtrack of my own life so my goodness my god my love my darling, all you need to do is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   5. A song that can represent how was your first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Never been kissed, so.............yeah :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;But in my imagination it would be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DzJXpZExj6w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J3jBekXnIdw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3_K6I2f1zgU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;(Well, so I imagined it a lot eh...-,-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;   6. A song that you listen when you feel like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vHskWBo1FQw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   7. A song that will describe how you feel about the person you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d8RYUZT57XA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   8. A song that will describe how was your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The first CD my mom purchased me was Britney Spears' Baby One More Time which I recalled I was frequently listening to back in kindergarten years. 100% true. LOL. Yea kinda lame but so what :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m5Qrk3OYn_U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;   9. A song that makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pZ19XmG0vE4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  10. A song you listen when you fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XrjXLbQQmZA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  11. A song that you listen when you feel that your world is ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/08DjMT-qR9g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  12. A song that can describe the way you feel towards “stupid” people / or people you don’t like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Dickhead - Kate Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/suaveqvlWP8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  13. A song you will dedicate to someone special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v_6udd8icCw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  14. A song that can make you jump around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x9MvUdR6j3w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  15. A song that describes the way you see the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3T1c7GkzRQQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ok, maybe this is a weird way to see the world. But I think this song is real deep, well, despite the singer and the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Take a look at the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;those days are over&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to sell you body to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to wear that dress tonight&lt;br /&gt;walk the streets for money&lt;br /&gt;you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I loved you since I knew you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't talk down to you&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I won't share you with another boy&lt;br /&gt;I know my mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;so put away your makeup&lt;br /&gt;told you once I won't tell you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's like somehow telling you that to survive this life, you don't have to be a &lt;i&gt;bitch, &lt;/i&gt;that even if you were a bitch, someone out there will always love you the way you are. So why bother putting on makeups? Why worship the superficial? Well, that's the highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;If you taste this version on your audio-tongue or the socalled your pair of ears, maybe the lyrics and the melody would absorb into you deeper......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B3OJevLgJZU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  16. Your favorite song; a song that can makes you feel all the emotion in only those few minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;After lightyears of music-storming, dissing, cussing, and blowing bubbles, of hundreds of melodies I favorited in my head, finally I came to this decision: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;A song that can makes me feel all the emotion in only those few minutes is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Brian Mcknight - Back At One. Easy listening, easy to sing, easy to relate to, and definitely not an easy choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;So here we go, my favorite song sung by a skin-headed alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xHFF2VrHOa8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/5956887342886702084-1183133185882834465?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1183133185882834465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1183133185882834465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1183133185882834465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1183133185882834465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-be-words-and-ill-be-muse-sick.html' title='You be words and I&apos;ll be muse sick.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/faD3YF0zhNg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2596578210328786439</id><published>2011-06-15T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:14:05.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday(astral)project(ion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sorry, blog, I know you feel so left out, just the way I feel right now. It's an effin loooooooooo00000ng holiday before my college-1st-year and it just occured to me that I should wake up with something in mind, at least other than channel-surfing ++ couch-potatoing ++ eatsleepread-ing ++rambling aimlessly. I need a project, well ok, not really. Just stuff to keep me from being an absent-minded 16 yo post-highschool-graduate kid, while pouring fresh milk to this cup of empty blog. Why bother, like anybody cares at all. Ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;So this thingie I'm going to do is supposed to last 24 days. I just watched Julie &amp;amp; Julia like literally 5ish mins ago, and well, she did 524 recipes in 365 days, why would this easy peasy 24 days bloggie post become a big deal? I'm gonna get it done, one blagggah at a timeaah. So-kay-do-kay I gotta start..................I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Welcome back, me! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Day 1 - Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ok, how to start with this one? This is one heck of a hard question for folks like me, or.........actually, vice versa. I'm always used to think, like,.......you know, I kinda consider all of my friends are the best ones. When I get attached to people, after chitchatting, spending times, and sharing the same sense of humor, I tend to, like, spill out everything, every single piece of my ingredients. So I'm almost a secret-less person and all of my friends are my best one, they're limited editions! So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;CAN'T HARDLY PICK ONE D000D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thus, I finally manage to pick from za toothpicks (?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My decision is: I CHOOSE YOU, POKEMON!!! Wait, no, not pokemon, I picked my long-term knows-me-best bestfriend, since, well, I knew her for my entire (eternally single) lifetime. Any guesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Well, in a nutshell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;She's the coolest person ever. She never lets me down. She smiles all the time, even in her sleep. Her optimism is so contagious. She can read my mind. I can never lie to her (Well I can't lie to my other friends either, though-,-). She's expert at everything, from fixing roof-leaks, unclogging the potty, sticking some new wallpapers for my bedroom, being a radio-announcer, managing 'marketing' though she's a law graduate, and.........I don't think I'm gonna get this list done even if I spend my whole life doing this! Hahaha she's too much for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIfrcx5Pq18/TfjVRWogN8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JRTGwJ1dlqE/s320/CIMG7634bunda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Yep, this is the bestfriend I've been talking about. &lt;b&gt;Mom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I'm so proud of her, and I will most definitely make her so proud she couldn't stop smiling of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I know I sound like a boring friendless loser since I ran out of bestfriends to write about, but well, maybe I'm just too lucky to have so many friends that turns out to be the best people in my life. Their aal. Za. Bezzzzt. Lol. Really. It's just the X-factor : They're not Mom. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Well it's 11:01 pm. Time to sleep, I guess? ;)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;recent soundcheck: the cinematic orchestra-evolution II (feat. fontella bass mr. p remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                          from jazz lounge album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;recent literature:molly fox's birthday - deirdre madden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;recent on-screen: Julie &amp;amp; Julia, Into the Wild&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/5956887342886702084-2596578210328786439?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2596578210328786439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2596578210328786439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2596578210328786439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2596578210328786439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidayastralprojection.html' title='holiday(astral)project(ion)'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIfrcx5Pq18/TfjVRWogN8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JRTGwJ1dlqE/s72-c/CIMG7634bunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3449353239599909285</id><published>2010-12-09T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:17:09.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>How Alien Took Your Innocence Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TQDeW8P7tEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WCisghLWkmc/s1600/toy-story-alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TQDeW8P7tEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WCisghLWkmc/s320/toy-story-alien.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548679226631894082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what on &lt;strike&gt;Earth&lt;/strike&gt; Neptune is wrong with this world?&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People starts acting like money could literally talk, M.O.N.E.Y is, like, er, their beliefs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet rules the real world, leaving mankind bewitched inside, trapped in the &lt;strike&gt;spider&lt;/strike&gt; cyber web for 24/7 (or maybe 25/8!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of Y-chromosomed Adams from Mars are drooling over those superficial beauties, with fake fake everything, even, fake personalities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Alien invasion does exist, this is it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alien resurrection hides inside those piles of money, the complexity of html codes, and even hides behind those goddess-like (un)naturally beautiful creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is freakin' me out, despite the fact that I'm actually one of them (Yeah, most WOMEN are from VENUS, but, hey, I came from Neptune). Well, I know we'll all die a sinner, but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid that we'll all die a singer, singing a song of deep remorse, down the hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't that give you creeps? Or prolly, chill your spines? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I barely could recall the last time I feel humane. I face the screen, go online, almost every single night instead of studying for school like real human highschooler. So yeah, the only alien-factor invading me is internet. (Evidence: 1. I don't really care bout money 2. I'm not so pretty bitty kitty that every human-guy search me online 3. I'm in love with Internet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, folks, do you guys really wanna die with no single trace on this beloved mother Earth? (Answers in unison:) No!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IMMORTALIZE THE MOTHER ALIEN IN YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I'm saying. Thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUWA :*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;:P&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;PS: Sorry, for this no-point no-bottomline post. This is the only post I could think of beside blabbering about... you-&lt;/i&gt;don't&lt;i&gt;-know-who. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonus: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;9-12-10 Oldies edition recommended playlist:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Complicated Melody - India Arie (00s) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTWKbfoikeg"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/a&gt; - Nirvana (90s)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmcA9LIIXWw"&gt;Karma Chameleon&lt;/a&gt; - Culture Club (80s)&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;br /&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/5956887342886702084-3449353239599909285?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3449353239599909285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3449353239599909285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3449353239599909285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3449353239599909285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-alien-took-your-innocence-away.html' title='How Alien Took Your Innocence Away.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TQDeW8P7tEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WCisghLWkmc/s72-c/toy-story-alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2039660898601211295</id><published>2010-10-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T07:51:15.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mewished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7z2fmkvqJ1qzb8qdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7z2fmkvqJ1qzb8qdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, is this the instant best guyfriend delivery service? Yea, this is Vania calling to order one KUTE, ARTSY, FUNNY, AND QUIRKY best guyfriend with a drop dead gorgeous smile it kills. Finito. Drop immediately to this address: 18th avenue at il mio cuore. And fax the bills to : 628-you-wish. Thanks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27-10-2010&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-2039660898601211295?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2039660898601211295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2039660898601211295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2039660898601211295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2039660898601211295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/10/mewished.html' title='mewished.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5507967497386972832</id><published>2010-10-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:03:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampiski Postki Labilistis Alienistik.</title><content type='html'>Ini momen paling aneh selama limabelas tahun hidup anehku.&lt;div&gt;Harusnya aku super duper girang setelah baca surat pengubah takdir ini, tapi ternyata kantong air mataku malah bocor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin efek alat pengusir tikus ultrasonik baru yang dipasang Ayah dari kemaren kali ya, otakku jadi sedikit terdistraksi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aneh ya kalo ternyata frekuensi yang disesuaikan buat tikus dan nggak ngaruh sama sekali ke semua penghuni rumah, ternyata malah bikin aku nyaris mimisan kayak abis liat Ashton Kutcher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serius deh. Kayaknya gelombang otakku mirip kayak tikus, soalnya ultrasonik sial ini bener-bener bikin aku serasa kena sinar laser mata Powerpuff Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pokoknya, satu, Alhamdulillah, dua, Alhamdulillah, tiga, semoga ini bukan mimpi, empat, semoga sikonnya mendukung supaya aku bisa terbang wuz wuz menuju tempat Logan Lermanku disana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaf meracau. Pikiranku kacau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Perhatian! Untuk seseorang entah dimana yang mengatakan tata bahasa Anglaisssh ku 'hisap' atau 'sucks': MUAH. Nih. Pake bahasa asing kan aku? Asal tau aja bahasa asliku itu Zombabaloniazeketemilikiti. Jadi, maaf aja kalau Indonesian dan Anglaisssh ku sedikit tak berstruktur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAAG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS: VVish Meow Luxxx Yap! Awana flai tu YU ES E. Amen. Hamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5507967497386972832?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5507967497386972832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5507967497386972832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5507967497386972832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5507967497386972832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/10/sampiski-postki-labilistis-alienistik.html' title='Sampiski Postki Labilistis Alienistik.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-555319585122048545</id><published>2010-09-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:59:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effin' Boyfriend? So last century!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TIM-uEkqh2I/AAAAAAAAATk/6dDOYZ6qDyU/s320/tumblr_l7x2tdnBdE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I gave up crushing guys. Not that I'm going gay instead or what-,- It's just...I'm morelessly exhausted with troublesleeping all nights, distracted by ones who barely think of me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why bother thinking of someone who won't even give a shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honestly, I think it's kind of cheesy. I'm still young, and yeah, foolish. But does that mean I'll be okay 'fooling around' like this? I think there'll be some turn-back point in my life, when I feel a deep remorse for doing so, if I don't stop sooner. Well, thank god for waking me up! I'm about to stop right now. Bye, bye, boycraze-ness! I'm done waiting for..........my knight in shining armor (Kay, lame-..-. I was, back then.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So galzzz, if you've been such stuck-up hopeless romansick like moi all these times, you'd better start thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No boyfriend during highschool is DAMN O.K. since no ONE in highschool is GOOD ENOUGH for me.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to remind yourself, Mr.Right is coming your way. But he's just got lost for some unexplainable reason. So, yes, there will be the right timing for him saving you all damsels in distress. Just 'pretend' not waiting, for now :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the by, It'd be better for you to &lt;i&gt;notice,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                                      note this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;'&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;STOP FEELING AS THOUGH YO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;U NEED A BOYFRIEND, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;BECAUSE YOU&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;DON’T.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;SURE, IT WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE YOU CAN LOVE, BUT EVERY HELLO ENDS WITH A GOODBYE, AND I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;T’D BE A WASTE TO SPEND YOUR TEENAGE YEARS CRYING OVER DIFFERENT BOYS WHO YOU PROBABLY WON’T EVEN REMEMBER PROPERLY ONCE YOU’RE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;OLDER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;YOU’RE YOUNG. SPEND YOUR TIME BEING CR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;EATIVE, FINDING YOURSELF, LAUGHING, EXPLOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; text-transform: uppercase; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://munchyourtroubles.tumblr.com/post/956208376/stop-feeling-as-though-you-need-a-boyfriend-because" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;ING THE WORLD. NOT WORRYING IF YOU’LL BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET THAT GUY IN YOUR GEOGRAPHY CLASS.&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;Picture taken from icanread.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-555319585122048545?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/555319585122048545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=555319585122048545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/555319585122048545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/555319585122048545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/09/effin-boyfriend-so-last-century.html' title='Effin&apos; Boyfriend? So last century!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TIM-uEkqh2I/AAAAAAAAATk/6dDOYZ6qDyU/s72-c/tumblr_l7x2tdnBdE1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4893179063445454944</id><published>2010-08-06T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:10:05.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick &amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TF0EwBvqn6I/AAAAAAAAASk/KKXKaFd228k/s320/1232923373606_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TF0ExSu4YDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y8bwa00TcEE/s320/photo_03_hires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick met Norah at a gig where he was on stage. Later, Norah got to know him, and so into his musics. But all Nick see is, Tris, his 6 months-post-broke-up-ex, who's also been cheating on him. All of Nick's friends thinks Norah was the Ms. Right for Nick, since they look so cute together. They hated Tris, for the reason she torn Nick into pieces, and had blinded him with foolish fantasy. Yet, still, Nick only cared about how to get a way back into his ex. And left Norah unnoticed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tris already had a substitute-man when she met Nick again. But she's so gonna ditch him for Nick. And Nick, still in his memories of his ex, is flying on a rocket to the moon. She forgot about Norah, the girl who shares damn so many things in common with him. She's even the only one who understands his music. But, well, love is blind. Nick was still so intoxicated by his ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story continues happily, when Nick and Norah is getting closer and eventually, they realized that they were falling for each one. They went to 'Where's Fluffly' secret gig, and blah blah blah happy ending thingie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Nick and Norah too much, and seems like I'm so into this movie. I mean, the storyline, it's so......well, umm, only diary knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TF0G-9IAm7I/AAAAAAAAATE/9lAru6IM4w8/s320/nick-and-norah-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing is, no matter how much things in common you shared with one, that one won't care unless something wake him from his stupid fantasies and then he'll finally love you, for you. But I guess, for me, it would take gazillion years til that 'one' finally awaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who knows? Who cares? I do. Let us wait for our very own happy ending too ;)&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TF0G_FTu0JI/AAAAAAAAATM/ldtL-1tZMuo/s320/2918928165_2a49602ce6_o.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5956887342886702084-4893179063445454944?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4893179063445454944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4893179063445454944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4893179063445454944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4893179063445454944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/08/nick-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick &amp; Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TF0EwBvqn6I/AAAAAAAAASk/KKXKaFd228k/s72-c/1232923373606_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7845985898424935214</id><published>2010-08-06T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:06:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOINKS! Oh, d-d-d-d-d-dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFv3-xArriI/AAAAAAAAASc/xAOAMaS6krw/s1600/tumblr_l592wwoKeh1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFv3-xArriI/AAAAAAAAASc/xAOAMaS6krw/s400/tumblr_l592wwoKeh1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502264027443342882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFv3-xArriI/AAAAAAAAASc/xAOAMaS6krw/s1600/tumblr_l592wwoKeh1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are responsible for all the colorful scratches on the farside of my galaxy. It doesn't happen to be an astral cosmic war or what. It's just........in ruin. And you're the one whom the guilt sticks with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've tweeted one day, 'If it's true looks could kill, you might've been a murderer. And you didn't even realize.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tigg.&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/5956887342886702084-7845985898424935214?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7845985898424935214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7845985898424935214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7845985898424935214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7845985898424935214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/08/zoinks-oh-d-d-d-d-d-dear.html' title='ZOINKS! Oh, d-d-d-d-d-dear...'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFv3-xArriI/AAAAAAAAASc/xAOAMaS6krw/s72-c/tumblr_l592wwoKeh1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1587959307794606609</id><published>2010-08-06T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:08:05.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Oddity</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFvs0pKhymI/AAAAAAAAASM/-OLXIzoxjeQ/s400/tumblr_l3thfsBGuI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it just me...........or everything is really startin to get me puzzled? I don't even get a chance to think random. It's all random already. What a bizarre world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Was I turning to be a complex human being? Or so was my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know. You tell me. You don't know either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Van. Aug  6 '10.&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/5956887342886702084-1587959307794606609?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1587959307794606609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1587959307794606609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1587959307794606609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1587959307794606609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-oddity.html' title='Random Oddity'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/TFvs0pKhymI/AAAAAAAAASM/-OLXIzoxjeQ/s72-c/tumblr_l3thfsBGuI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-35166445614040436</id><published>2010-08-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:47:00.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>About a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt; So here is this guy I've been thinking of since nobody-knows-when. I just. I just, don't know why words lost their way out of my tongue whenever he's around. I never thought I got caught. In this, I don't know, like, mad imaginary feeling. Imaginary. Cause I guess I only fell for the ghosts, of that 'imaginary' guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I made 'you'. 'You' as in my cutiekins. I wrote : 'he has to be this, and that. and he loves this and that. and he's good at this, and that. and he is qwmnerbvtycx blah'. Just, everything I'm looking for in a guy. And this guy, he's almost 'you'. Almost. Quite close. First impression, it was just 7.5 out of 10. Guess what? In a squeaky quick rush, he turns out to be a 9 out of 10. So I guess now you know why I should keep my self from drowning too deep. I don't care how can I get over you. All I care about now is, how can I cross your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I, well, confidently will say I did. Crossing minds? Easy. But running inside your mind? Never done this before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be a long long way to go, since I always fail in any attempt. I just can't keep my sanity, staring you in the eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may thinks I'm silly for (even) dreaming. But, hey! Every HUGE thing starts from a LITTLE foolish dream. So no one can be wrong from dreamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wished you to be mine or what. That eez just silly. I never even liked you. It's just.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran out of imagination stocks, seeing you. But I, well, I owe you tons of inspirations. My songs actually belonged to you. Say a word, and it will be on my mind constantly. I don't care about where our conversations bring us to, I only care about how can I stay like this forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So, okay. It's not a crush. MONSTER-SIZED DIFFERENT! And no, I don't think I'm in love. It's just, that. One thing, it's not love. I know it isn't (considering, none of any chicklits I read mentioned any of these case)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just....................yea, watchamacallit. Not any of L word. Just. Yeah, that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess, it's...........goofpie? Pie. Pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pull&amp;amp;Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;UPDATE: Aug 6 2010 : SCRATCH! SCRATCH EVERY ITCHES!  WE DON'T GET THE STITCHES! It was merely a silly dream of mine. I was just delusional. None of them are true. We weren't really there. So I guess, I'm gonna get it over. Bye :''&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/5956887342886702084-35166445614040436?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/35166445614040436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=35166445614040436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/35166445614040436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/35166445614040436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-boy.html' title='About a Boy'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5845670149789584197</id><published>2010-05-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:22:48.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self made Fiction'/><title type='text'>I'm in love with the ghost of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1s17sKN6t1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1s17sKN6t1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 13th 2010&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10:48&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vania Irnanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1,2,3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You said, ‘Peek a boo!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And slowly released your wrapping hand on my eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I opened my eyes, feeling the excitements of the coming soon surprise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surprising, indeed. You’re not there. You’re not where you used to stand, the last time I saw you. It’s only me and a psyched face reflected from my 3 feets standing mirror. A high-pitched voice echoed, ‘Where are you?’. It was me, screamin. That was enough to completely fill the emptiness of this dark cribs of mine. The lonesome level raised higher, due to the rhetorical question. There’s no one answering, not even in  a decade. You were gone already. I was silly for thinking that I’m gonna be over it. The truth is, it’s getting me on my nerves everytime those flashes of you slips on a small part of my brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tears started popping. Rollin down my pale blushless cheek.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘H-hey, what’s that tears for? Chin up, cupcake. I am here.’ Your smooth finger tips tenderly stroked my cheeks. Sobbing stopped. I forced my lips to stretch a thin line. Smile, smile!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘You scared the hell outta me, dude.’ I threw him a grin. I know that it’d easily relieve his worries. I don’t wanna be such a pain, he’s only back to see me smiling. And I do know that I should put all efforts on it. Smiling at this moment is harder than you ever imagine. True. No lying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He pulled me in his arms, but nothing happened. He kissed my forehead, but my skin sensed nothing. Panicking sweat started dropping. Why can’t I be a little bit more sensitive? Why do I sense nothing? He’s right beside me now, but why do I feel like he’s not even here? He’s here, but he is there. Somewhere we belong after we met the Grim Reaper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s gone. He’s somewhere far faraway, mingling in a clique of stars up there. Of millions stars in this galaxy I gaze everynight before hitting the bed, I know the brightest one of mine. Celestial couldn’t show the stars before twilight, but the stars are still there. So is he.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s gone, but I still remember how his sweet scent flows whenever he’s around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s gone, but there’s a little spot in this Earth where he remains forever. Here, deep down a heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There will always be ‘over’ in the word ‘lovers’. Our game is over. But it would take a century to get me over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5845670149789584197?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5845670149789584197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5845670149789584197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5845670149789584197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5845670149789584197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love-with-ghost-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m in love with the ghost of you'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7454242905959701731</id><published>2010-05-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:09:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Fractions!</title><content type='html'>Mornin', fellow readers!&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I feel like something is possessing me. I was driven by a mad temptation to type something. A fiction. I've been writing a fiction since I got my first pc on elementary.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I snobbishly said I'm gonna be majoring in English Lit. in college, I started to write everything in English, my fictions &amp;amp; fairytales thingie ain't an exception. Yet I'm not that good in English, as you've told me lately. At least I tried to. There's no way I could have such a skill without being such a snob at first. A diff kind of snob. I believe in this brilliant quote : 'Just fake it, til you make it.' I was pretending an expert back then. I wrote my diary in such a horrible English and now I'm able to speak, well, um, even just a word-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, count down 5,4,3,2,1&lt;br /&gt;Since this sec my fictions won't stay as a trashy draft any longer. I'll post it here.  Not a complete piece, cause I easily get bored of typing. Once I left my work, I forgot all the plot. Haha, it's gonna be a long endless way to be an author, for someone like me. But, hopefully, I'm gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7454242905959701731?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7454242905959701731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7454242905959701731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7454242905959701731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7454242905959701731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/05/fiction-fractions.html' title='Fiction Fractions!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1328333965089763183</id><published>2010-04-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:57:39.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear my Berry Nicey Reader,</title><content type='html'>Hell oww yell-o marshmall oww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I don't care bout my grammatical mistakes. Grammar? Bulls eye. Who cares if you barely could understand em but AT LEAST, you could speak even a teensy bit.&lt;br /&gt;I would have been learning in Wallstreet, fixing my grammar. ONLY IF I were a grammar freak or sumwhat English litterateur. But back there, I'm just plain lil quirky Vania, who BRAGGED a lot of English in every social networking site she ever had. I know, I've been exaggerating a lot. But hey, everybody got the rights to do whatever they wanna do, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear my berry nicey readers, MYOB. If you wanna be my personal care-bear, I'd like to say, umm, THANK YOU, but sorry, no. I can't afford a salary of care-bear, since my monthly allowance was cut off. Thanks anyway. SO SWEET OF YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just co-past-ed a brilliant definition of your comments from urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#getalife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A phrase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;retards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; say to other people who they don't know anything about. It's just a dumb phrase to say because they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;can't think of anything else but just want your attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The truth is the people who tell others to 'get a life' are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;the ones lacking the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ultimate insult for insecure people w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho have nothing better to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;people who use this "diss" have no life themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they usually say this to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;feel better about their own sad lives by criticizing someone else's "life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I didn't diss, nor, cuss, ing you. Urbandict did. Well, it's just a stranger verdict those sort of people. It's not like I'm cool with em, though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had a life, and I'd never go get some.&lt;br /&gt;And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDITIONAL BONUS!&lt;br /&gt;Piggy Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S9qaKVJgXqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZtAAM8udBeA/s1600/lovesibling28+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S9qaKVJgXqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZtAAM8udBeA/s320/lovesibling28+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465850600033902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked pretty here, didn't I? Hoho pretty, as in pretty pig (O(oo)O)&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1328333965089763183?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1328333965089763183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1328333965089763183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1328333965089763183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1328333965089763183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/04/berry-nicey-reader.html' title='Dear my Berry Nicey Reader,'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S9qaKVJgXqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZtAAM8udBeA/s72-c/lovesibling28+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5960200405458024815</id><published>2010-04-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:38:51.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh Monkitchi Sassy, P to the M to the Ass</title><content type='html'>Missing something I don't really know. Last holiday seemed so bizarre I can't help but whining. I might just believe that it could be raining troubles and probs. The weirdness is, the world treated me so sweet a few moments ago, and DANG! cruelness shows off and........I barely could remember how good it feels when I was laughing out loud. I felt like I had no one I can count on. I've even felt like I had no friends. Tears started popping everytime I'm thinking of my pathetic life. Weirdly, I even thought that my life is a total mess and I'd better go get a new one at the life shop. Days by days passed on sadly for me. Like I'm living a life on Shakespeare's tragedies. This is such a krinkly thing for someone like me. I used to be blabbering bout nothing and just laugh my ass off in any possible time. I always tried to make people--at least-- grinning whenever they see me. Then why was I going so melodramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you'll find the answer in only THREE letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, umm.......those desperation, dramaqueen-ish, and melon collie things are just an impact of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've told you rite? Those horrible feelings that had drove me mad just stood for....PMS.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the truth. I got my period soon, and then the holiday's over. School's in. Back to reality. I'm having good times with my mates. They always give me the glees, that I&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  em so bad. The deadly tests just passed by, smoothly. Well.......not really. I still have three test on queue. Physics, History, and Civics, tough eh? But I think I'll just do fine as long as I keep an eye on textbooks during this shortie weekend, though I know I'm not good at those. See now? I ended up typing shimmies on this blog post.   -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I gotta tell you this: I get my way back into......the crush-_- Yes, I admit it, I've wrote that I lost all those crushie on my previous post. But the last one is actually still sticking with me. Hahaha. Sorry, but I think I just can't get enough of this one. This one's definitely a keeper! A complete pack of brain, beauty and behavior. Beauty? Well, you know he's not a beauty guy, prettyboy or what. Bukan gay lah. Just simply..........adorable! Yah, you know my kind of one eh? Those who are close to Logan Lerman, Carter Jenkins or could be David Lambert. D'uh. LAME ME!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talkin this silly way? I sound like a boycrazy or what-_- Not really, kay? It's just one of evidences that I'm still a usual and normal highschooler, despite those Alien matters, haha. I still have a crush on cuties, and I'm not a gay. Hahahaha but sometimes I act like I have a crush on my friend, Ays. LOL. It's just so funny seeing her wink at me as if we're lesbians. Huahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udahan ah, bosen ya bacanya? Bye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya, I saved the best part for last nih, sangat spesial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buat Pak Yatno: Selamat datang di blog saya. Nilainya yang bagus yaa pak :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha apa bae-_- Thank youuuuuu soo much for reading these blabbers of mine. You know, just tell me if you get bored of these stuff. Critics will do better ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih bonus foto: My face as an 'O' of 'LOL'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S7VrZDw2w2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/LdY_87PWUjk/s1600/lovesibling15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S7VrZDw2w2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/LdY_87PWUjk/s320/lovesibling15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455384601880347490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! Vaarwel~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5960200405458024815?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5960200405458024815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5960200405458024815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5960200405458024815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5960200405458024815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/04/pooh-monkitchi-sassy-p-to-m-to-ass.html' title='Pooh Monkitchi Sassy, P to the M to the Ass'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S7VrZDw2w2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/LdY_87PWUjk/s72-c/lovesibling15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-647803455287243932</id><published>2010-03-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:37:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post of the idle days</title><content type='html'>You may not believe me, but here I am now typing this fools and bulls, wearing my Mom's sunglasses. I don't know what the hell is wrong with my pair of eye ball, but it's obvious that I can't stand this brightness of laptop screen anymore. Bikin sakit mata. Beneran deh. It got me such a pain in the arse. Kay, not really. But it does make my neck wrecked, and headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nggak tau ya apa radiasinya yang terlalu parah, atau physical weakness. Tapi tiap abis main, aku langsung puyeng. Kemaren sampe muntah, malemnya demam. I know I sound like exagerrating but well, it's just a mere fact. Ah, talking bout sickness really made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for this 'heaven-sent' holiday but.........I was silly for waiting. This isn't even worth a wait. All i do is just idling, idling, idling. Fooling around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain really got shallow, I guess. I barely think about any convenient stuff. I can't even tell if it's real or just a dream, yeah too much sleeping, and hard reading of fairytales. I only read storybooks while I'm awake. Most of the days I wasted for lying anywhere. I feel like a kitty. Doing nothing..................til Hades pick you up to R.I.P. Halah. Apa coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau chat msn tapi udah ilfeel sama semua crush yang pernah ada. Bener deh. Ga tau kenapa, I just found out lately that they're all ridiculous.  Fallin for them are just silly. Am I insane or do I really change in a big way? I seemed like I only live to find my Prince/Knight/Cutekins/Blah...............but You,They, and I, myself, had got myself wrong. I don't even give a damn for those hopeless romansick stuff. Ngapain amat repot repot ngurusin hal gak penting kayak gitu. Since no proper guy here, I should find one someday, outta this Earth. Yang jelas bukan macem-macemnya womanizer gaul masa kini. Bacanya aja udah males, maksudku,umm, itu loh wall to wall nya. Sweet talks of fools. Isinya sama semua, annoying pula. Treating a complete stranger(never met, but intensely talk on cyber world) as if they're an item. Nggak cuma satu pula. Itu namanya random courting. Asal dapet. Ah apaaa lagi nih aku-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking nonsense, let's just wave goodbye. My granny's coming, and Mom said it's so impolite of me facing the screen when I should be a good granddaughter. Yah. Yaudah yaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Wish I'll type something better in upcoming post :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-647803455287243932?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/647803455287243932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=647803455287243932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/647803455287243932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/647803455287243932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-of-idle-days.html' title='Post of the idle days'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5126095131390208501</id><published>2010-03-22T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:13:11.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienistic</title><content type='html'>Since I got this wacky result from a Blogthings Quiz. I should really consider myself as an Alien. I might be saying this so often: 'I'm an Alien.' as an excuse of my weirdness. But honestly, sometimes I find myself so strange. Like, I'm thinking that thing somebody else won't even mind. Weird huh? Not a big deal for me. Just sounded so exaggerating here no? Well, those thingy about outter space really took my curiosity away. Just lemme blabber bout them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you really?&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/" class="" id="" title="" target="" onclick="" style="" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;You Are an&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/" class="" id="" title="" target="" onclick="" style="" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt; A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/" class="" id="" title="" target="" onclick="" style="" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/" class="" id="" title="" target="" onclick="" style="" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dreamstime.com/cute-alien-thumb3162347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.dreamstime.com/cute-alien-thumb3162347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;You're so strange, people occasionally wonder if you're from another world. You don't try to be different, but you see most things from a very unique, very offbeat perspective. Brilliant to the point of genius, you definitely have some advanced intelligence going on. No&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; matter what circles you travel in, you always feel like a stranger. And it's a feeling you've learned to like.&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Your superhuman brain&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Your lack of empathy - you just don't get humans&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other quiz says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are zany, kooky, and frankly, a little crazy. Others suspect that you're not all there. Crazy or not, you know how to have a good time. You are passionate about the things and people you love. You are emotional, over the top, and unpredictable. People can't help but love you, even if they're a little scared of you. You are impulsive and driven by your gut reactions. You have no problem saying what you think or feeling how you feel&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You May Be a Bit Antisocial...&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial? That may be a bit of an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;You think rules are meant to be broken - and with gusto!&lt;br /&gt;Having no fear, you don't even think about consequences.&lt;br /&gt;But people love you anyway... you've got a boatload of charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I do act like one, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Gogirl! July 2009&lt;br /&gt;What do they look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Greys&lt;br /&gt;Kecil, Greyish skinned, big black eyes. Ditemukan jatuh di Roswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reptooid&lt;br /&gt;Mirip reptil. Hijau. Agak bersisik. Ada yang punya sayap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nordic&lt;br /&gt;Mirip manusia. Blonde. Athletic. Blue eyes. Skandinavian Accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hybrid&lt;br /&gt;Hasil rekayasa genetika alien dan manusia. Pucat. Kayak di film Men in Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahu nggak katanya........&lt;br /&gt;Mars itu sebenernya hospitable. Bisa ditinggalin. Langitnya juga biru. Temperatur rata-ratanya 5 sampai -15 derajat celcius. Cuman NASA bilangnya -70 sampai -5 derajat celcius. Foto permukaan mars yang kayaknya gersang, merah itu sebenernya hasil editan. Yah putusup itulah. Gatau bener apa nggak. Siapa tau bener, ya nggak?&lt;br /&gt;I , myself,  had personally saw an UFO. For real. No lying.  Waktu itu malem-malem, I was out for biking to a minimarket with my sister. Saw something like a disc spinning in the sky. Glowing. Putih2 gitu. Muter muterrrrrrrrrrrrr terus. All of a sudden, we got psyched. Yaiyalah. And we're sure we ain't dreaming. Really. Langsung merinding seketika. Bundaku pertamanya ngga percaya, but hell then, she saw it herself. It was nothing but real. :O&lt;br /&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/5956887342886702084-5126095131390208501?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5126095131390208501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5126095131390208501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5126095131390208501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5126095131390208501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/03/alienistic.html' title='Alienistic'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6224691408984211045</id><published>2010-02-27T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:17:18.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia storia d'amora? I loathe this blog name since now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia Storia D'amora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never changed this blog url. And a thought of changing this url didn't even slipped on my mind. But this early morning, I realized that it's been a big issue for me all the time. Yeah, I mostly post about silly crushes stuff, just chuckled, once I realize that IT'S DAMN SO LAME! Too dramatical, and overrated. Why should I mind those silly stuff when I should've just thinking about all hellish school thingy? School grades ain't doing so well lately. But why didn't I worry a teeny weeny bit of it? Not that I don't do my best, or I ignore school thing. I've been dreaming a lot, now I should stop it and start reaching. The only good thing about the old me is, I was the girl who never let my parents down. BB, el tigre who? I don't even know them. But how could they invade my mind and drive me crazy? No idea. But the best thing is I finally woke up and ready to face the reality. Dimenticare la mia storia d'amore. I know I'll have one someday, but I just haven't met him yet. Why should I care?  It won't kill me though. The only thing that matter is:  I should upgrade myself, to be a coolest version of Vania. Well, yeah it'd took so long I guess, but it's worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still able to write sick lyrics about anything, as long as it's not a waste of time, and I'm still freshly inspired. Life's too short, to bother about the things that won't ever kill you.  In my thoughts, life is just about having a blast, and how to keep having the blast in heaven. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is a bit pointless, since I just woke up a half hour ago. I'm typing this with my goofy sleepy face, you don't wanna see me rite now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S4nVD_3GrBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j-q8gwF-e34/s1600-h/icym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S4nVD_3GrBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j-q8gwF-e34/s320/icym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443115889312836626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S4nY_2wM7EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wYaGnnS10ro/s1600-h/memoisissys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S4nY_2wM7EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wYaGnnS10ro/s320/memoisissys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443120216195001410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6224691408984211045?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6224691408984211045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6224691408984211045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6224691408984211045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6224691408984211045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/02/mia-storia-damora-i-loathe-this-blog.html' title='Mia storia d&apos;amora? I loathe this blog name since now'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S4nVD_3GrBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j-q8gwF-e34/s72-c/icym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-255743885685914923</id><published>2010-02-26T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:04:54.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>You're gone, so is my muse.</title><content type='html'>This is the last song I made from the only Inspiration Muse left. They were gone to nowhere, that I couldn't write a single word of lyric.But all of a sudden, a little bit of it flew back to my mind. And here it goes.......my new lyric! I haven't hum any proper melody for this one. Lack of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;There's no aim of posting my lyrics to blog, really. No hidden agenda. I just wanna share what's on my mind, and secretly wish YOU--MY MUSE will ever read it. But, why no prob. I won't mind if no one reads this too. It's just a favor for myself.&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vania F. Irnanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-02-2010&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Laughing without a sorrow&lt;br /&gt;But the only constant thing is change&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't bear to stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Just to bring me a peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;But staring your eyes this way&lt;br /&gt;Could wake this uncureable scars&lt;br /&gt;Over my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time we were laying side by side&lt;br /&gt;Gazing the blue sky hangin high above&lt;br /&gt;And catching the sunshines blinding us&lt;br /&gt;The sight had took our words.&lt;br /&gt;A glance of soundless in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;But this overwhelming silence is just heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Stop being seen!&lt;br /&gt;Alter your self invisible!&lt;br /&gt;Cause seeing you around&lt;br /&gt;is not only suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;but also killing&lt;br /&gt;every nerves beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna steal it, or copy, just let me know. Or our Dear Lord will torture your brain in hell, for stealing something from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to make this blabber into a song, just call me 021-740-YOU-WISH&lt;br /&gt;:p  but really, just tell me. I'd be in a glee if you wanna take this lyric, with my permission of course :D Gahaha sok banget ya.Contact happybebek@hot. Pasti kubolehin kok, daripada yang diem diem copykittying, dosa loh ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Kebanyakan emoticon, buat alibi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-255743885685914923?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/255743885685914923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=255743885685914923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/255743885685914923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/255743885685914923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-gone-so-is-my-muse.html' title='You&apos;re gone, so is my muse.'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-315285058807665480</id><published>2010-02-06T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:01:46.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICY MONSTER GOT A SPACE ON MYSPACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace.com/icymonster"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S25ybBO7-QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gv2VFIrxo2U/s320/ICYMONSTERLOGO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435407608795887874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE-OWW! My alien side, Icy Monster, had posted some of my songs on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of em are the songs I already posted on my blog, but none of you have heard it rite?&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo click here to my self project I made in my chamber of craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/icymonster"&gt;ICY MONSTER MYSPACE PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-315285058807665480?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/315285058807665480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=315285058807665480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/315285058807665480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/315285058807665480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/02/icy-monster-got-space-on-myspace.html' title='ICY MONSTER GOT A SPACE ON MYSPACE'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S25ybBO7-QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gv2VFIrxo2U/s72-c/ICYMONSTERLOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1013794963288685497</id><published>2010-02-03T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:20:48.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushless, Less mood booster, Less dayliter</title><content type='html'>The more I passed these days by, the more I realized that I ain't the old Vania anymore. I ain't even me. I'm just tending to be a carefree wench with a hollow mind. This crushless thing turns my world around. I never even care how am I lookin like. I don't even brush my hair. And the most rockin' thing is......i got NO MORE BANGS! Bangless, Crushless, Careless.  Sadly, I have to say adieu to tons of inspiration o'mine. Nothing to tweet. No hidden message to reveal on lyrics. No more stalking on someone's wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong by telling me from these blabbers. I might sound terribly desperate for losing a crush, eh? Contrary, I thank god for getting my mind back. I can't help but chuckling whenever I remember how dumb I was. I used to be adoring someone who wasn't really adorable. Kay oh kay, I admit. I was so blind. I just didn't buy any rumor spreads. And reality has just bitten me badly, when I finally woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wakin' me up, dear Lordie. I was sleeping with eyes open. And now I hate the dream I had. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I ain't me. If you knew me by heart, you could realize there's something really weird from the way I typed this post. Well d'uh, I know I'm weird head over heels since I was born. But this one is a diff kind of weird. Dont you get it? No. Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just how the adolescence world  works. Constant unstoppable changes will happen everyday. And all i can do is idling and counting the sheeps to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nah. Time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: el-tigre, if you read this (which is way too impossible), I just craving to tell you that: You'll suffer scarily everytime I stare your eyes with my electric laser beam. You'll beg my mercy. Hohoho. An eye for an eye, dude. You had killed my inspiration, then I'll kill yours even worse.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know how craptastic you are, jerky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG TONGUES OUT FOR YOU, TIGGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S2lplYq4EVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W2f9ffPt1b0/s1600-h/PICPICO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S2lplYq4EVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W2f9ffPt1b0/s320/PICPICO2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990516397576530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scienceblogs.com/isisthescientist/tongue%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 240px;" src="http://scienceblogs.com/isisthescientist/tongue%20out.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1013794963288685497?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1013794963288685497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1013794963288685497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1013794963288685497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1013794963288685497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/02/crushless-less-mood-booster-less.html' title='Crushless, Less mood booster, Less dayliter'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S2lplYq4EVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W2f9ffPt1b0/s72-c/PICPICO2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5507909430800156423</id><published>2010-01-23T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:35:18.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My self thingy'/><title type='text'>I'm grown up enough to write a job proposal letter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviewallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/2006/the-devil-wears-prada/the-devil-wears-prada-1-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.moviewallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/2006/the-devil-wears-prada/the-devil-wears-prada-1-800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;So the story started last week, I got an assignment to fake a 'Job Proposal' to fill my mid term score. 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Tangerang, 18 Januari 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hal : Lamaran Pekerjaan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kepada Yth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art Director&lt;br /&gt;PT. Koalala Advertising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Peri Perak No. 6&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta Selatan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dengan hormat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sesuai dengan penawaran lowongan pekerjaan dari PT. Koalala Advertising, seperti yang termuat di majalah TeenSplurge! tanggal 16 Januari 2010. Saya mengajukan diri untuk bergabung ke dalam Tim Creative di PT. Koalala Advertising, dengan posisi sebagai copywriter, atau dengan kode CW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Data singkat saya, seperti berikut ini. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       Nama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vania Febryna Irnanda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       TTL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Semarang, 18 Februari 1995&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       Pendidikan Akhir       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Sastra Inggris Universitas Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                        - Bachelor of Art Berklee College of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;       Alamat&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamulang Beverly Street &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;     Telfon, HP, email&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: 021-740XOXO , 085691909090, happybebek@hotmail.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya memiliki kondisi kesehatan yang sangat baik, dan dapat berbahasa Inggris dengan baik secara lisan maupun tulisan. Latar belakang pendidikan saya sangat memuaskan serta memiliki kemampuan berbahasa dan kreativitas yang baik. Saya telah terbiasa bekerja dengan menggunakan komputer. Terutama mengoperasikan aplikasi paket MS Office, seperti Excel, Word, Acces, PowerPoint, OutLook, juga internet, maupun surat-menyurat dalam Bahasa Inggris. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saat ini saya bekerja sebagai staff Marketing di PT. Aksara Bookstore. Saya senang untuk belajar, dan dapat bekerja secara mandiri maupun dalam tim dengan baik.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebagai bahan pertimbangan, saya lampirkan : &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daftar      Riwayat Hidup.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foto copy      ijazah S-1 dan transkrip nilai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foto copy      sertifikat kursus/pelatihan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pas foto      terbaru.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya berharap Bapak/Ibu bersedia meluangkan waktu untuk memberikan kesempatan wawancara, sehingga saya dapat menjelaskan secara lebih terperinci tentang potensi diri saya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Demikian surat lamaran ini, dan terima kasih atas perhatian Bapak/Ibu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hormat saya,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vania Irnanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is a cheesy one, isn't it? 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width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S18QG9zB6rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BjHxt5X8kMA/s320/CottonCandy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431077387485964978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer cotton candy to a lollypop&lt;br /&gt;Cause it'll melt easily, get lost in my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Him is a lil bit so so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fate chose my dead case&lt;br /&gt;Caused by an electric beam&lt;br /&gt;It must be those eyes I used to stare at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f00.inventorspot.com/images/4_1196909807_baseball_player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://f00.inventorspot.com/images/4_1196909807_baseball_player.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say love is a game&lt;br /&gt;Then it should be softball&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the batter who strike right into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all those other wolves who called me dear&lt;br /&gt;You got the pick up line&lt;br /&gt;That makes me can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves may bring me flowers&lt;br /&gt;But a real tiger could make my flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;For just being around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r28/thenoralee/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r28/thenoralee/flowers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yang ini lebih ngasal lagi. tapi aku bakal overjoyed bgt kalo nyanyinya! soalnya ga perlu bikin melodi yang bagus2 juga lagunya emang udah aneh-_- hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED : Momsey told me that blog post will be more eye catching if I put some pics, just like &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://almiramagazine.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;, but since I'm no cameraface, and I'll never feel comfy for posing, i'd just put some pics I googled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6367217010403296741?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6367217010403296741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6367217010403296741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6367217010403296741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6367217010403296741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/01/lee-wrigs.html' title='Lee-Wrigs'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S18QG9zB6rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BjHxt5X8kMA/s72-c/CottonCandy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7396066718053389300</id><published>2010-01-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:36:02.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>Lay-ricks</title><content type='html'>Someday I'll be on your mind&lt;br /&gt;200110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irfanchemist.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/ana-thinking1.jpg?w=462&amp;amp;h=308"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 201px;" src="http://irfanchemist.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/ana-thinking1.jpg?w=462&amp;amp;h=308" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it&lt;br /&gt;But i can't resist the way you stare my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And grin boyishly&lt;br /&gt;til your dimples pop&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a quick melt cheese in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like my anesthetic&lt;br /&gt;Tiny little thing&lt;br /&gt;That could lite up my whole day&lt;br /&gt;If I had ever taste an ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;It might feels like you&lt;br /&gt;Takes me fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Offers a sudden happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you already had those wench&lt;br /&gt;Who would love to do anything you say&lt;br /&gt;Even for being a one night stander&lt;br /&gt;Contrary, i'm just me&lt;br /&gt;a Fragile kiddo&lt;br /&gt;Who could only dream her knight&lt;br /&gt;Running for her in a shining armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for perfection&lt;br /&gt;I just want you, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;Just please stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you shudn't be my romeo&lt;br /&gt;You're too far, too hard&lt;br /&gt;For me to get&lt;br /&gt;But that's just why&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gatau kenapa, it's like a sudden random thought. Tau tau aku ngetik ini di memopad hp pas nunggu giliran les. I don't even know what 'you' refers to here. I just...let my finger dance on the keypad. Anyway, there's no offense here, so don't get offended! hahaha ngasal sal sal sal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7396066718053389300?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7396066718053389300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7396066718053389300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7396066718053389300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7396066718053389300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/01/lay-ricks.html' title='Lay-ricks'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7172443775290967345</id><published>2010-01-11T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:02:39.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there! It's been so long since the last time I used my cellphone to post this blog. Well, since momsey doesn't allow me to play all hail cyber thing for this week (hell yeah, soalnya minggu ini midtest. guess what? besok mid kimia dan aku malah main ginian-_-) so I secretly use my cellphone to post. Though I know I ran out of phone credits. Tinggal 3000 :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aimed to post a new lyric! Baru bikin tadi sore pulang sekolah. But, just don't expect too much. My brain is in ruin, and so random. And sesame street the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw this song is inspired by my current fave song : All I want for christmas is you. I really &amp;heart; THIS SONG DAMN TOO MUCH! Can't stop humming it. Okay, darl, hold your breath........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Crush&lt;br /&gt;110110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cedarwoodlabrador.com/images/puppies/holdPuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.cedarwoodlabrador.com/images/puppies/holdPuppy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could beat this punch&lt;br /&gt;You got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And drenched my heart in wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly understand this&lt;br /&gt;No matter how unreal it could be&lt;br /&gt;It's still not a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though I've pinch my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't ever fall for strangers&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll be dying to get to know better&lt;br /&gt;You got the look I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the sunshines even love you more&lt;br /&gt;It never stops getting you a glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a crush&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no puppy love&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Can't wonder why I want more&lt;br /&gt;A lot like sugar&lt;br /&gt;Yet a bit sourer than froyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fin~ lagu yang sangat ngga jelas. I got no idea why I even wrote this. My alter ego did, perhaps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for birthday&lt;br /&gt;  is you&lt;br /&gt;110110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.birthdaypresentideas.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dreamstime_24321591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.birthdaypresentideas.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dreamstime_24321591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a bar of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad my mood could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how crap this day was&lt;br /&gt;Or how the world treats me cruel-ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know things will stop messing&lt;br /&gt;And something would ease my troubles&lt;br /&gt;I know there's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;Bet you don't know what the hell it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for birthday&lt;br /&gt;I don't even ask for candles&lt;br /&gt;Well, just make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I need for birthday is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear glam dress on birthday&lt;br /&gt;Neither throw a slumber party&lt;br /&gt;Just say happy birthday for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I want for birthday is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nuff said. This is getting crickier.-_- Ini plagiat ga sih namanya? Aku emang terinspirasi ama lagu itu sih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Gotta go! Catcha lateeeeer, fellows! I'll update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the luck for all the test yaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Smooch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I added some pics to illustrate the lyrics, hope it makes it cooler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7172443775290967345?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7172443775290967345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7172443775290967345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7172443775290967345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7172443775290967345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-there-its-been-so-long-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-286104570050877597</id><published>2010-01-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:51:35.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>Twoowoneow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bogayoga.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/yogavancouver-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 674px;" src="http://www.bogayoga.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/yogavancouver-fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i loved the most about new year is: FIREWORKSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;I love that boom boom sound, it keeps me awake even though i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty exciting, that i could sleep all day long on year end holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of simple tiny stuff that sounds a bit childish, huh? Rite. I guess i'm gonna make a list of stuff i wish i have on 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vania's Wishey Blabberies List Two-ow-one-ow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tons of lucks! And pixie dust! I wish things will turn out fun, and fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Happiness rules my life!&lt;br /&gt;3. Being a smarty-go-lucky 11th grader and 12th grader&lt;br /&gt;4. Lotsa Love&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥ &lt;/span&gt;from everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;5. Straight 'A's on my next report&lt;br /&gt;6. Best hair day everyday!&lt;br /&gt;7. Worry-free everyday&lt;br /&gt;8. Less zits, longer hair, fewer fats, taller, prettier, hotter, cuter, better version of me!&lt;br /&gt;9.  Easier troubles&lt;br /&gt;10. New songs for bananasplash!&lt;br /&gt;11. Having my very own cutiekins. Okay, someone to care for :)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Going to Aussie for holiday!&lt;br /&gt;13. Better quality of friendship with my mates&lt;br /&gt;14. Being a waaay waaay better Vania&lt;br /&gt;15. Treat my sissys sweeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, it just slipped on my mind. My birthday is on its way! (masih lama sih, 18 feb)&lt;br /&gt;but these are the stuff i want for my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;1. New cellphone. Please. Please. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;2. A camera. I don't care what kind of cam. a Lomo will do good!&lt;br /&gt;3. A babyliss hairbox! Haha&lt;br /&gt;4.  What else? Belom kepikiran -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay it's getting scary here, semuanya udah bobo di kamar.  baru 10:10 pm  padahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye then!&lt;br /&gt;cheeriooooooow!&lt;br /&gt;muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-286104570050877597?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/286104570050877597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=286104570050877597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/286104570050877597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/286104570050877597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2010/01/twoowoneow.html' title='Twoowoneow'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6527321574996884598</id><published>2009-12-12T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:51:35.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>demodemodemo!</title><content type='html'>Hey, dearest reader, i finally recorded one of my band's song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/bananasplashofficial"&gt;CLICK THIS TO LISTEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i made Banana Splash's myspace account two days ago. And the profile views number, when i checked it a second ago, was 715 views. Not bad. Thanks for everyone who has listened and gimme a feedback :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics, Suggestions, and Advices are preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i think i should tell you the bittersweet story behind the making of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened the song preview on Monday morning, then i read the lyrics at the afternoon. At 6pm, we started to record the song. What a rush. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it took longer than i presume. We started at 6pm and thankfully finished at 3 am. Imagine. A little girl caught in the moment like me, was gettin' home at 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recording was totally fun. I had a blast that time. I know, we were sooo awful. We took the record over and over, til we got the best capture. But i personally, felt a bit sorry for my voice. It went huskier, in a not so good way. Some parts were a bit pitchy. Cause my throat was itchy. Yeah but thanks god it's still a good song, i think. I like the lyrics. It's. So. Me. Yeah cause they took a few word from an awkward random lyrics i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about that day was.... i'm gettin' to know my friends better. I love them. I love everyone who makes me laugh. So that's why i love em. &amp;hearts; It was a really good time, while waiting for our turn. OH WAIT, NOT REALLY! I got a little bored and exhausted. But it's still worth it. Well, i didn't sleep that night. Even for a second. Bobby &amp;amp; Rizky slept so tight behind the drums. They look so comfy sleepin there. And me? Well, it'll look a bit weird if i join them sleepin' there, so i tried not to sleep. I was so sleepy, though. Back then i remember that i am a girl. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah capek ah blabbering terus. My laptop shows that now is 23:48. Late nite blogging huh? Rite, rite. Cerita behind the making nya sampe situ aja ya. Sekarang cerita pas lomba di stella maris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, jadi gini, pesen dari Thomas '&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;besok jem 8.30 ke rumah agam, ga boleh ngaret'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dan iya anda benar. Aku ngaret. Padahal emak udah ngebut kaya F1. tapi sampe nya jam 9 kurang. Terus mengecewakannya, ternyata pada belom dateng. Baru Bobby doang. Terus aku cuma main sama kucing kecil baru dipungut bernama Tom Tom sambil main rubiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadeh. Ngga penting ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, pokoknya habis itu rehearsing. re-hear-sing. Cuman berempat, aku, agam, bobby, rizky. Tapi yaa aku ngerasa jadi enak bgt suaranya pas itu. Gatau emang mic agam bagus apa gimana. Terus disuruh berangkat ke Stella Maris.  Tapi ngambil pedal dulu buat agam. Pas itu ngga panah bgt sih, but i sweated like a raindrop, and my cheek blushed because of the blistering sunshine. And, the MOST ANNOYING PART: MY ZITS GOT BIGGER, LIKE THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE SOON. sebeeeel sekali. bad hair day pula. padahal udah make L'oreal Elseve Hairmask  yang membuat rambutku sehalus Cashmere (iklan ceritanya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya abis itu nyampe, terus begitu masuk tempatnya, felt like i'm in the middle of nowhere. Engga gitu juga sih. Cuman hawa-hawanya kayak di Boys Before Flowers. Got my point? Maksudnyaaaa orangnya pada -_- semua. Hahahaha parah ah racy tuh ya?&lt;br /&gt;tweetku di saat itu adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;feelin awkward @ stella maris! yeaaah i dont have that sorta half-opened eyes like this -----___------ wuakakakakakka'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;'SOS! lost in translation! :p chin-oooo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahat dan racy ya? Maaf dengan amat sangat deh. No offense. I like chinese kok. They're......apa yaa? FUNNY! Tau ngga sih kalo kakek buyutku itu chinese juga! Namanya Oe Liang Hao. Ngga penting lagi kan jadinya -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah iya terus tuh  ya pas tampil tuh ujan masa. Ih sebel bgt. Padahal tadinya panas gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;Terus aku liat ada yg ganteng loh, tapi kayaknya ngga mempan udah dikasih my current weapon : a deadly cute smile. Weh, pede ya? Ngga deadly cute juga sih. Pokoknya gitulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepoh deh.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Teddybear huggies for you, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0:18 already. Bye. Love. Y.O.U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Banana Splash!&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Hooraaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;Goooooo Splasherssssssss! (cheerleader-like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6527321574996884598?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6527321574996884598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6527321574996884598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6527321574996884598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6527321574996884598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/12/demodemodemo.html' title='demodemodemo!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7408132658095935037</id><published>2009-11-28T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:20:58.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My self thingy'/><title type='text'>50 reasons why i should be the one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://physicalsubculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/1521848-3-puppy-love-smooches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 327px;" src="http://physicalsubculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/1521848-3-puppy-love-smooches.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, can't help if i sound like a desperate whore. cause maybe that's just the truth. i hate seeing myself like this. but, ugh, what else i can do? nothing. so just enjoy the trashy list that i unintendidly made this morning. i wrote it on notepad, impulsively. idk why i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. I could be sweeter than sugars if i'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;I'll always laugh your jokes, even the lame-oo one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If you wanna cry, i'll lend you my shoulder, and, a box of tissue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You could feel free to be yourself when you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I'm the one you can be goofy with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I could make a cupcake for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.I don't care how bad you look when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. I won't mind your bad hair day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.I'm ready to be your cheerleader for 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. I'll never miss your gigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. You should try me on your favorite games. I'll beat you! hrhr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  I won't flood you with text msgs, i prefer IMs tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. You can mess up my hair as you want, i wont mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.  I can read your mind. REALLY. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Even when you're grumpy, i still like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.  I'll always be your personal superhero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;17.  I'm only up when you're not down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. You're the first thing on my mind in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. I'll sing you a lullaby when you couldn't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. It's  always easy to make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. I will share my froyo with you :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.  I won't laugh your dreams, even if it's so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.  You don't have to call me with dear-y nicknames, that's so eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.  I dont fake any smile for you, my smiles are as real as it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. You don't need to please me, being with you is such a pleasure for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. I will heart your pets, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it's a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27.I won't whine if you ask me to wash your puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. You can always count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I'm hard-to-get, you'll be so proud of having me (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eww, haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;30. Everyguy would envy you, if you have me! (DOUBLE-EWW, wuakaka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. I love spreading gossips and rumor, but I swear I'll keep your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. I'd rather die than seeing you dying (agak-sedikit-lebe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. I ain't a slut (AHH-VIOUSLY TRUE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. I'll listen your stories, anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35.  I'll say i hate you, instead  i love you (then, what's the point? bodo ah. :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. I just can't stop tweeting about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;hm, skip it, i saved the best part for last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. We look alike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49.  I ain't perfect, but we could be a perfect match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Cause all of the reasons obviously shows that: YOU BELONG WITH ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even 'writing about you', could drive me crazier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may take this as a joke. I can't even stop laughing myself while typing this. Muahaha. Enjoy. Mock. Whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL i wanna say is just : THANKYOUSOMUCH FOR READING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7408132658095935037?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7408132658095935037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7408132658095935037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7408132658095935037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7408132658095935037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-reasons-why-i-should-be-one.html' title='50 reasons why i should be the one!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7857486013573691138</id><published>2009-11-23T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:36:52.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>new song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than just a Puppy Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;23/11/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/5/p/LRG/16/1645/N62GD00Z/puppy-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 435px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/5/p/LRG/16/1645/N62GD00Z/puppy-love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't even dare to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But you're the thing on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Instead of homeworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Once i wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You're the reason why i brush my hair everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;That's why i blow my hair on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cause you're the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i wish to see on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;We never met on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But i feel like i still have a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So i wish to see you on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But i didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, for a thousand times, i get fed up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I said no more tweet bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I said i don't care bout puppyfat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't care about anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;when i'm crushless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thursday, i think i'm over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But then, you trapped me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Been tryin'a look for your twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But i ended up with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I always love Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But this time i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cause I didn't see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Clickin your profile over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Never get bored of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But on Saturday, i swore to make a move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just like what twitterscope wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I tweeted that 'this is our last chat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On a berry clumsy Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pretty sure that a week is more than enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To get over and over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is my way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Seems like everything reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This is too much for a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I better end it soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Or it'll kill me harshly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So i keep telling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;'No need to wait, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Kick him outta your mind'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(this is a total random song. i made it 10seconds ago! LIVE TYPING ON BLOG! yeah, ga niat emang kesannya, bikin langsung asal. barusan lagi. huahaha, i'm humming the melody rite now. Sorry can't post any sound of the song ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7857486013573691138?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7857486013573691138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7857486013573691138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7857486013573691138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7857486013573691138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-song.html' title='new song!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3383341254177679998</id><published>2009-11-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:21:28.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>check out this blog</title><content type='html'>for the sake of Hello Kitty, this blog is a total fab! teehee check this out c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://almiramagazine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS KEWL BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the snapshots of that 'fab' blog:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8VPJK4bI/AAAAAAAAANU/D6UHX-w_CMM/s1600-h/BLOG+ALMIRA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8VPJK4bI/AAAAAAAAANU/D6UHX-w_CMM/s400/BLOG+ALMIRA3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711876105757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8Vez5_3I/AAAAAAAAANc/2WrWRxn1iRY/s1600-h/BLOG+ALMIRA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8Vez5_3I/AAAAAAAAANc/2WrWRxn1iRY/s400/BLOG+ALMIRA4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711880311537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8UtA1P0I/AAAAAAAAANE/ObhU026cLuo/s1600-h/BLOG+ALMIRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8UtA1P0I/AAAAAAAAANE/ObhU026cLuo/s400/BLOG+ALMIRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711866943979330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8UxxwUaI/AAAAAAAAANM/qxfXycB9LSk/s1600-h/BLOG+ALMIRA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8UxxwUaI/AAAAAAAAANM/qxfXycB9LSk/s400/BLOG+ALMIRA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711868222919074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite kewl, huh? pardon her grammar anyway. she's still a kiddo, and still learning.&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN'T YOU BELIEVE THAT SHE'S MY SIBLING?&lt;br /&gt;huahahahha she's my lil sissy, and you can see her blog is even cooler than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SURPRISED THAT SHE'S MAKING THAT BLOG BY HERSELF&lt;br /&gt;i only help her for the blog templates, and her photographs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm madly proud of her anyway!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU, SISSY ♥ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-3383341254177679998?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3383341254177679998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3383341254177679998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3383341254177679998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3383341254177679998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/11/check-out-this-blog.html' title='check out this blog'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/Sva8VPJK4bI/AAAAAAAAANU/D6UHX-w_CMM/s72-c/BLOG+ALMIRA3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5483172184271565722</id><published>2009-11-07T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:34:55.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>Such a Fairytale, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvV1GKJZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hT8JWAwRohc/s1600-h/Over_the_rainbow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401352076764247426" style="width: 400px; height: 332px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvV1GKJZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hT8JWAwRohc/s400/Over_the_rainbow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;once upon a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday your prince will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you've been dreaming of a true love's kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and a prince you're hoping come with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;HA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU WISH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN YOUR DREAM, BABY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For chanel's sake, there's no such a fairytale in our dying Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YEAH, fairytales, full of wishes, dreams, pixies, fairies, and binkitys pinkitys doodlebomer twiddle diddlewiggle&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah, enough blabbah black sheep! stop blabbering. &lt;/p&gt;okay, neverland, dreamland, they all sounded exciting, thrilling and ffffun when you were younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but now? it sounds not more than just shitties. unimportant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but what if they are for real? &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;something could turn out real if you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when peterpan and wendy and lalala said:&lt;/p&gt;i do believe in fairy. i do! i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then BUMM, the fairy came out, with their glittering dusts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, they are what you believe they were. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;get it? nope? no prob. we still have a loooong way to go.&lt;/p&gt;okay,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if you believe that your life could end up happily ever after, IT COULD BE SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes. &lt;/p&gt;i guaranteed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all you need is believing&lt;/span&gt;how did i know that?&lt;br /&gt;i heard a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it's not happy, then it's not the end'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, yeah, sexy gasti often say so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm trying to believe that my life could end up like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want a life that made out of a fairytale--except the villains-- of course&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;cause fairytales always have their own version of 'bad guys'&lt;p&gt;such as creepy old witch, evil stepmother, and wzwz and auwiauwiai&lt;/p&gt;in real life, everyone could be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;even your friends could be your frienemies&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and even a bestfriend, could be a backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, don't you realize that, 'everything's possible' tagline is not only in your dream.&lt;/p&gt;Everything's possible, in your REAL-LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fairytale, dreams, they're only stories from someone else's thought&lt;/p&gt;and YOUR LIFE? You made it of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, i know, god created it all for you,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;but YOU're the one who DECIDE the ending.&lt;p&gt;so, there's no such a fairytale rite? cause your life is the fairytale&lt;/p&gt;you could be everything you want, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't you ever dare to stop dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause yeah, someday you'll wake up and found out that your life is what you were dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHH-KAY, enough blabbering for today. FEEL FREE TO BLAME ME IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE POINT. aha aha, it's not your brain who was imaginating wildly, IT'S MINE. cause you have to NOTE that &lt;em&gt;the signature style of me and my posts is: Random yet pointless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND, &lt;/em&gt;don't worry, i'm not intendedly forgetting the extras for today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remember, and today's extras is :&lt;/p&gt;JENGJENG&lt;p&gt;Salagadoola~menchicka boola&lt;/p&gt;(that's not a bollywood song ya)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE EXTRAS IS: my random lyrics (again?)&lt;/p&gt;teehee don't get bored to read that pointless thing ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Late Sunday D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;aydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oksenate.gov/senate_artwork/images/artwork/showers_of_sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.oksenate.gov/senate_artwork/images/artwork/showers_of_sunshine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no date&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can i see your face again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;even though we're separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;will we fly away through the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and reach our soaring dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;as we did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so you won't feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you and your immaculate heart make me feel a piece of serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that illuminate my way to relieve my problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i wanna see your cheerful smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a Sunday, in a daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and we can dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and melt this platonic love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nothing could help me when i'm in love w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ith you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(yeah, as you can read, this is a little too close to a hopeless-romansick. it's a berry old document that i just found yesterday. AND OH, I REMEMBER. wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;en i wrote it, i was holding my dictionary tightly-..- and perhaps, that's why there are some unusual words on the lyrics. you know, the lyric is kind of cheesy. sok imajinatif gitu. well....that's me, sok imajinatif, rite? HRR INTINYA? LIRIKNYA NGAYAL. HA. HA. fin~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeter than sugars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;no date&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/toys/1/0/t/7/ElinaFairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 262px;" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/toys/1/0/t/7/ElinaFairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fly and hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so you can find me behind the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could see the pixies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i know you'd love to watch the fairies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they're so dainty with their wing out spread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and their gossamer frocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;then surprisingly you whispered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'will you be my pixie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i don't need fairies, if i have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;....my gorgeous pixie'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(and this document is even much older than 'that' one. the only thing i really like from this lyric is: 'my gorgeous pixie' part. as if, i'm that 'gorgeous'. huahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're My Shining Armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.cleveland.com/ent_impact_movies/2008/05/caspian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 285px;" src="http://blog.cleveland.com/ent_impact_movies/2008/05/caspian2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;scratch me with your sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm not afraid of bruises anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cause i know you'll kiss my scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kill me rudely with your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm not afraid of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cause i know you'll drop your tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(dan yang ini? sounds a bit... emo eh? i used 'death', 'scars', 'kill'. wuaaaah dark lyric eh? i couldnt even remember, who the hell is my inspiration? SCARY-ICKY. i never realize that i have a dark side. tsssk, baru inget, ini maksudnya tuh, ceritanya my bf gonna be yg bilang gitu. hahahahaha alah, kenapa malah aku bikin ya? freakish. hahahhaha aduh tickling bgt liriknya menggelikan hahahahha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aah been writing too much for today, pixies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm gettin a bit sleepy too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKIESSS FOR READING,&lt;/span&gt; ♥ ♥ !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERIO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5483172184271565722?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5483172184271565722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5483172184271565722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5483172184271565722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5483172184271565722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-fairytale-huh.html' title='Such a Fairytale, huh?'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvV1GKJZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hT8JWAwRohc/s72-c/Over_the_rainbow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3429848980781018508</id><published>2009-11-03T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>seems like everyone else has a love just for them</title><content type='html'>too long for a title,huh? catchy title should be less than 7 words, but i dont mind any catchy thing right now. yeah, my eyes gone a bit blind maybe, and you know WHYYY? hssssss because there are LACK of eyecandy, and nothing's eyecatching in my beloved highschool. okay, it supposed to be NO eyecandy, instead of LACK. cant you seeeeee, this is A BIG ISSUE (for me, yes). i'm too bored to function, if i dont see...........you. yeah, you. i know, annoying, embarrasing, too obsessed. but yes. it's youuuuuuuuuuu the one who could make my day. just passed me, or walk away in front of me, then i got a mood boost all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my fantasy is calling your name, til you turn your back and say hi. yeah, a very simple wish, isn't it? it sounds so easy in my fantasy,  but yeah, when it comes to reality, THERE'S NOTHING EASY ABOUT YOU. that's one of the reason why i can't get over you easily.&lt;br /&gt;and the new problem is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRICKIN POPULAR CLIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;okay, they're not popular, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ike popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mock me everytime i pass them, and the BEST PART is, you're always with them.&lt;br /&gt;hangin and hangin in the edge of that ugly canteen, with your fellas&lt;br /&gt;and your stylista friends. they're hot, i knew that&lt;br /&gt;everythings okay if you're just hangin out with them, but it'll turn out to be a DISASTER if you hooked up with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit it, but i know i wont beat them, or even a single piece of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah stop blabbering such a useless thing, like barbieboy. i know i shoud've get over him. it's been so long since the first time i see him. why am i still feeling this way? eww, no it's not even a crush, or a frush or a froyo (?) i dont even like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just.......................&lt;br /&gt;feeling supercalifragilisticly excited and soaring to the outer space and dancing with the stars and my heart popped like a balloon burst, when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh, this post will end up as trashy as it could be. it doesnt even mean a thing. pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said! i gotta stop my hand, or i will keep keep typing like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, there's tomorrow, and there's biology test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and there's a hope to see you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and there's something to blog again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;sure thing, i'll blog again tomorrow. pinky promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-bbbbbbyeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES~&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO YOU TOMORROW, YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye oh bye&lt;br /&gt;(waves goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already&lt;br /&gt;(starts crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll come back soon&lt;br /&gt;(dropping tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, darla, i have to go...sorry&lt;br /&gt;(putting crybaby face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wdtprs.com/images/crybaby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.wdtprs.com/images/crybaby2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay oh kay, stop my hand please or it'll be endless. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCHA LATERRRRR, sweethearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extras for this post:&lt;br /&gt;my EXCLUSIVE chicken track handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvEv0PgMPiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/obPRUJ3Wphw/s1600-h/SIGNATURE+VANIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvEv0PgMPiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/obPRUJ3Wphw/s400/SIGNATURE+VANIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400150002755190306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SvEv0PgMPiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/obPRUJ3Wphw/s72-c/SIGNATURE+VANIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4801949019510840112</id><published>2009-10-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:53:09.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>blabbers on songlyrics</title><content type='html'>i dont know why i prefer making songlyrics than blogging,recently. so i decided to post my song lyrics to this blog. well, just dont laugh my words, kay? wehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made two songs this morning, 'Not that into you'- 'Die Hard Fan'. check out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: my songs are meant to be more dramatic than the reality. yeah, cause i exagerrate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are the lyrics, but sorry, i havent post the melody/sound. my microphone is soo -_-. hem, i think i need a new one. oh by the way, enjoy this, lil heartss!&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! my songs aren't based on true story, sometimes i improvised a lot so it's kinda hyperbolic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.webmd.com/dtmcms/live/webmd/consumer_assets/site_images/articles/health_tools/ADHD_children_slideshow/getty_rf_photo_of_schoolboy_pulling_girls_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 162px;" src="http://img.webmd.com/dtmcms/live/webmd/consumer_assets/site_images/articles/health_tools/ADHD_children_slideshow/getty_rf_photo_of_schoolboy_pulling_girls_hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you play with my hair,&lt;br /&gt;casually&lt;br /&gt;but i just turn my back, say nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then you touch my hand,&lt;br /&gt;like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but i just pull my hand, rejecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you help me out in everything&lt;br /&gt;i just say thank you like always&lt;br /&gt;nothing special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cause i thought you do that to everygirl&lt;br /&gt;you care bout em, just like what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;better do nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want sweet attention&lt;br /&gt;if you do that to everygirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i realized that you always treat me different&lt;br /&gt;you treat me like i was so fragile&lt;br /&gt;and you act weird everytime you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but i guess, i could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;cause you do that to everygirl&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's your trap?&lt;br /&gt;pretending like you care bout a girl&lt;br /&gt;then when she got a thing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you're just gone&lt;br /&gt;faraway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;just like you did to me&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from a little bit of reality, but A LOT OF improvisation from my imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Die-hard fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gryffindorgazette.com/files/2009/07/tom-felton-hot-topic-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.gryffindorgazette.com/files/2009/07/tom-felton-hot-topic-3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh maybe you dont know me, deeply&lt;br /&gt;but dont you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;i knew i acted like a die-hard fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but please, cease me&lt;br /&gt;if you dont want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cause my mind cant stop thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;since i wake up&lt;br /&gt;til you kiss me goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how could i come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;crushing someone&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt even care bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe i'm just so into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you're the right capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;of my longtime dreamguy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, you got me crazier everyday&lt;br /&gt;we dont even talk in real life&lt;br /&gt;i just stare your eyes everyday&lt;br /&gt;pathetic me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;just wait for the farewell,&lt;br /&gt;dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i aint gonna fall for you one more time&lt;br /&gt;cause i swore i'll get over you&lt;br /&gt;the sooner the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(about my fling-crush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play me like a Toygirl (Do that to everygirl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4th 2009&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/toy%20shopping%20cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/toy%20shopping%20cart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dont call me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If that's how you call everygirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dont act like a Mr. Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If everygirl get that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I dont need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to pretend like you care 'bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you care about everygirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dont try to be funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you do that to everygirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah, every girl gets it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Like everygirl deserves it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh no, holy molly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I smell, SNIFF  a womanizer smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh great, you're doin' great baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You did it perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You made me think you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is taken from my real story, and a bit of my imagination. inspired by my chat buddy, who talks weirdly--romansickly, and made me wanna puke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Fact-ions not Fictions&lt;br /&gt;March 23rd 2009&lt;br /&gt;oh why i love romance fiction?&lt;br /&gt;cause i wish that it could be you and me&lt;br /&gt;someday you'll treat me&lt;br /&gt;sweeter than any love fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's only fiction&lt;br /&gt;we've just gotta change it into facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy baby, in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an abstract song. i dont even know what 'you and me' means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;January 30th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm licking my jelly&lt;br /&gt;See, your eyes makes me feel holy&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, dont see that bitch&lt;br /&gt;Y'know she is kinda leech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and you got em&lt;br /&gt;Why so serious with that bitch&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy she's a make up clown&lt;br /&gt;Dont you hear her fart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know maybe i'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i hate that beyotch&lt;br /&gt;she talks like a 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, maybe i'm rude&lt;br /&gt;but sorry, that's the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sumpah ini ga nyambung bgt lagunya, dan parah bgt liriknya. aku aja udah lupa ini inspirasi darimana, udah lama bgt soalnya. BUT I LIKE THE RHYMES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aug 22nd 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.209vibe.com/user_images/0001/4546/162_main_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.209vibe.com/user_images/0001/4546/162_main_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole your band's song&lt;br /&gt;yeah i got it from myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep keep listening to it&lt;br /&gt;everytime my bedtime goes closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That screamo song you sang&lt;br /&gt;Could be a lullaby for me&lt;br /&gt;That night you made me dreamin,&lt;br /&gt;you sang it to me in a gig&lt;br /&gt;and i was there&lt;br /&gt;watching you from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one of my real story songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Quarterback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/223403/40268_Heisman_Trophy_Finalists_Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 189px;" src="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/223403/40268_Heisman_Trophy_Finalists_Football.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nobody when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't even recognize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, i swore you'll feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;for ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sure, you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i saw you,&lt;br /&gt;your electric eyes&lt;br /&gt;made my heart jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i stared at you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But you never stare me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out, and the bell's ringing&lt;br /&gt;You messed up your hair, and you said you're sleepy&lt;br /&gt;But your coach called you to practice football&lt;br /&gt;Then i spent my time watching your game&lt;br /&gt;While your boys were flirting at me&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is what i told you, my songs are not based on a true story. sometimes my imagination attracts more than the reality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, i still have TONS of songs in my notebook, but NO, i wont post it here, sorry, cause they're real songs--my privacy. the songs i posted here are just fun-to-made songs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENSE ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO (K) (K) ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4801949019510840112?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4801949019510840112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4801949019510840112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4801949019510840112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4801949019510840112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/10/blabbers-on-songlyrics.html' title='blabbers on songlyrics'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7844480832576097238</id><published>2009-10-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:35:38.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>especially for YOU: lyrics remake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tribewithted.mlblogs.com/katy_perry_hot_n_cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 347px;" src="http://tribewithted.mlblogs.com/katy_perry_hot_n_cold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMAKEing: Kate Perry - Hot n cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vania Purry - Not and bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like remote, changed channels&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you IMs me&lt;br /&gt;like a rockstar with his fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you overthink&lt;br /&gt;Always speak snobbishly&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;That you're too good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're on then you're off&lt;br /&gt;You're not hot but you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're cool then you're fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right when i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's not black but it's grey&lt;br /&gt;We chatted, we sign out&lt;br /&gt;We pleased, we met up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to play, no&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really want to sho-ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on then you're off&lt;br /&gt;You're not hot but you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're cool then you're fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like twins, so in sync&lt;br /&gt;The same zits&lt;br /&gt;Now's dead chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to chat bout nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now you're lame boring&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't know, that you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on then you're off&lt;br /&gt;You're not hot but you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're cool then you're fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7844480832576097238?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7844480832576097238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7844480832576097238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7844480832576097238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7844480832576097238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/10/especially-for-you-lyrics-remake.html' title='especially for YOU: lyrics remake'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7000760767598524884</id><published>2009-10-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>you know you'll love me xoxo</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry, maybe it's a bit disappointing. but well no, i am not Blair Waldorf or what. i just love that quote (oh if it's a quote). hem i'm gonna tell you a story, but just dont laugh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming to be one of those people on bring it on movie, or maybe Fired up (minus the pervert part), and i think it's a good chance to shrink my tummy smaller. yeah, burning calories in a fun way. i was quite excited to join it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i changed my mind because of this hectic school life, i dont think i can do 2 extras while the assignments attacks me like this. if i force myself to keep doing that, i'm afraid that i'm gonna ruin one of them. so, i decided i'll quit. cause my mom said, 'just quit, vania! unless you could balance your school life and the extras.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i think i cant. my scores were so FUGLY last month, even tho i didnt do extras. but HOW BOUT NOW? with two extras, i think my scores would be BURNIN UP WITH FIRES OF MAD PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nilaiku bakal lebih ancur lagi, ditambah dimarahin ayah bunda. ckck udah deh. i sacrifice my silly dream, bye bye cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tau emang payah sih, kalah sebelum perang. bahkan aku blm ikut latian sedikitpun. oohlalala  tapi lebih mending dibanding udah ikutan dan tau tau keluar. aku bakal ngerepotin seluruh tim jadinya. tapi aku bingung kalo mesti nyari 3 orang buat gantiin. kalo pun ada org yang kukenal mau ikut sih, udah kuajak dari awal laaaaah kan aku juga pengen ada temennya kali satu ekskul. tapi, ngga adaaaa yaudaah gimana dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku ngga enak bgt sama kakak2 nya. tapi aku bakal lebih ngga enak lagi kalo udah bener bener ikutan terus keluar. DAN AKU BAKAL SEDIH BGT PASTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorrrrrrrrrrrry :(&lt;br /&gt;i never predicted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeem, i know no one read my blog but me, well i just wanna share my SORRY, to everyone. even myself too. aku udah jahat sama diriku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOODBYE HIGHSCHOOL DREAM :"""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku takut kakak kakaknya marah, huhuhu iya sih aku udah ngerepotin bgt. tapi aku minta maaaaaaaf bgt (semoga permintaan maafnya sampe lewat telepati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER FELT THIS SORRY BEFORE. but from my truly deepest heart, aku nyesel bgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so silly. forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU, GOD. PLEASE EASE MY TROUBLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got trouble sleeping everyday since i quit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i AM really afraid that they are mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSSH, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super-SOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck everyoneeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even tho i know, no one read my blog. but okay, i'm just trying to tell the world this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vania&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/5956887342886702084-7000760767598524884?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7000760767598524884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7000760767598524884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7000760767598524884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7000760767598524884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-youll-love-me-xoxo.html' title='you know you&apos;ll love me xoxo'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1591638056563180496</id><published>2009-09-28T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>a day with an 4l4y</title><content type='html'>well, i dont mean to hurt your feeling, alayboy&lt;br /&gt;you're just too CREATIVE. BUT you walk on the wrong way if you wanna show your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this, fellas&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SsCC_1KDWDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8v518NHKwcQ/s1600-h/alay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 449px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SsCC_1KDWDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8v518NHKwcQ/s400/alay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449187447724082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that SO creative? tingkywroaeiaoi--wtvr.&lt;/h5&gt;oh oh then a stranger suddenly chat me on facebook chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;lagi ol tha ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:07pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_971674804" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;iya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:07pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;kapan masuk scul nya ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:08pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_2688145916" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;udah masuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;bukan tanggal 30 tha ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:11pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_323762807" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;kata siapa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;di gresik tanggal 30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;situ scul di daerah mana?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:13pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3227931828" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;tangerang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;lumayan dekat y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:14pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_1509447591" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;dekat mana?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;dekat dengan stasiun kota ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:15pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_244270719" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;hah? tangerang selatan =perbatasan jakarta selatan sama tangerang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;oalach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:16pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_4100541486" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;emang dikira tangerang mana yg dekat dgn stasiun kota itu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_2962050740" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;emang di gresik ada ya yg namanya tangerang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;4:17pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;g ada sech&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;4:20pm&lt;/span&gt;Vania&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;sok tau ya? he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM I CRUEL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1570730644_3282222034" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but my cousin says,"THAT'S A PROPER ACTION TO DESTROY ALAYS IN THIS UNIVERSE HA. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;alay emang harus digituin katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagian itu orang aneh banget, ga kenal, tapi sok kenal. sok tau pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, thank god i am normal (even tho i am a cisaukese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i tweeted it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/jh0gd"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moral value : don't ever act too much. sok tau, sok kenal, sok gaul pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TICKLING MY TUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;TINGKYV FOR READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERIO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1591638056563180496?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1591638056563180496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1591638056563180496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1591638056563180496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1591638056563180496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-with-4l4y.html' title='a day with an 4l4y'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SsCC_1KDWDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8v518NHKwcQ/s72-c/alay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-489161843934229409</id><published>2009-09-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>i got NOTHIN, NOTHIN, NAFFFFEEEEN, to do in holiday</title><content type='html'>WHY OH WHY&lt;br /&gt;my holiday always remains useless.&lt;br /&gt;and then when it's over, i'll be craving for a holidaaaaay like i'm gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i got a shocking disaster&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ADA BEKAS LUKA ANEH EXACTLY AROUND MY LIPS&lt;br /&gt;item gitu warnanya&lt;br /&gt;it makes my lip looks HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;hypotetically, i should say that it's just because of my fuckin fricken EXPIRED LIPBALM&lt;br /&gt;yeah, ga tau sih expired apa engga nya. yang jelas, itu souvenir dari sepupu liburan ke disneyland jaman kapan gitu. baru taun lalu kayanya yaa? ga tau deh&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S MY FAVORITE LIPBALM, cus it's kiwi flavaaa&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;it ruins everrrrrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa iya aku spending holiday wif this frickin lips??? ohmeowgosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no inspiration to post about more worth-to-read thing.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for reading my silly willy postsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE SMOOCHEY BLACK LIPS!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-489161843934229409?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/489161843934229409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=489161843934229409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/489161843934229409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/489161843934229409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-nothin-nothin-naffffeeeen-to-do.html' title='i got NOTHIN, NOTHIN, NAFFFFEEEEN, to do in holiday'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-115738588812134619</id><published>2009-09-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:51:35.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>YOUR LOVE STORY  is AS HOT AS PELEM INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you guys think my last post is so NOT you, if you think love letters, love song, love poem, flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er, and blahs are still romantic and all&lt;/span&gt;, i will help you out for some ideas to make 'em.&lt;br /&gt;AHA GOTCHA!&lt;br /&gt;A LOVE LETTER WHICH WILL INSPIRE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;TRY THIS AT HOME and let's see how 'love of your life' 'darling' 'dearest one' reacts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;div class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever My Love&lt;/div&gt;  My dearest where are you? I can't help but wonder are you lost and lonely? Does sorrow cloud your heart? Do you miss me? I thought I saw you the other day but it was only my mind playing tricks or maybe just my heart trying to recall. I often wonder if you long for me as I do you, is that even possible? Oh, I hope so. I can remember the way your hair shone in the sunlight and when the breeze would blow through it, how you scent seemed to linger in the air like vanilla. Are you in love with another? Does your face torture his as it does mine? Cruel seductress , devil in disguise as an angel. Oh how you torment me and how I love you for it. Oh Love where are you? Do you need me? If I do not see you soon I will know you are gone. I will wish you luck and go on my way. Praying still that you need me too. Forever my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasa aja ya?&lt;br /&gt;saya akan mentranslate buat anda dengan bahasa indonesia yang tidak baik dan benar. dan tingkat kenorakan yang tak dapat terukur. mohon siapkan kantong muntah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Sayangku, engkau ada dimana? ku tak dapat melakukan apa apa kecuali berangan angan apakah kau tersesat dan kesepian? apakah kesedihan berawan di hatimu? apakah kau merindukan daku? kukira aku melihatmu pada hari lain, tetapi itu cuma anganku yang bermain trik, atau hatiku mencoba memanggil. daku sering bertanya-tanya, apakah dikau merindukanku seperti ku merindukanmu, apakah itu bahkan mungkin? Oh, kuharap begitu. Ku bisa mengingat bagaimana rambutmu bersinar saat matahari menyinarinya, saat angin sepoi sepoi meniupnya, bagaimana aroma mu merebak di udara seperti vanilla. Apakah kau mencintai yang lain? Apakah matamu menganiayanya seperti pada diriku? wanita perayu yang kejam, iblis yang menyamar bagai bidadari. Oh bagaimana kau menyengsarakanku dan aku mencintai nya. Oh cinta kau ada dimana? Apakah kau membutuhkanku? Jika ku tak melihatmu segera, ku kan tau kau tlah tiada. Ku kan berharap keberuntunganmu dan menempuh jalanku. Tetap berdoa engkau masih membutuhkanku juga. Cintaku selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO KEWWWWWWL, ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;SEE?&lt;br /&gt;STILL WANT TO ACT ROMANTIC OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;what you wanna do is as DISGUSTING as that loveletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so stop killing your girlfriend/boyfriend with your romansick action asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your one lil attention will make her/him happier than those silly things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OR MAYBE YOU'RE STILL THAT STUBBORN?&lt;br /&gt;STILL WANT TO BE AN OH-SO-SWEET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;you still can do it, but i cant help if your love story will end up as romantic(lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; for me) as these movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           &lt;div class="tweetme"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/bfastattiffanys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/bfastattiffanys.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/casablanca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/casablanca.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/dirtydancing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/dirtydancing.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/gonewiththewind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/gonewiththewind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/4weddings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.romancestuck.com/images/4weddings.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://d.yimg.com/ds/badge2.js" badgetype="logo" alt="Yahoo! Buzz"&gt;The Best Romance Movies&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span class="yahooBuzzBadge yahooBuzzBadge-logo" id="yahooBuzzBadge-39286282521252815712540"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;keren kan?&lt;br /&gt;mau?&lt;br /&gt;segera tiru loveletter yang ada di atas, maka kisah cintamu akan seindah yang kau impikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5956887342886702084-115738588812134619?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/115738588812134619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=115738588812134619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/115738588812134619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/115738588812134619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-love-story-is-as-hot-as-pelem.html' title='YOUR LOVE STORY  is AS HOT AS PELEM INDIA'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-9181823198392597275</id><published>2009-09-12T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>let's talk about something else</title><content type='html'>why people are going so mad about romansick thing nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;all they talk about are just boygirl relationship thingey.&lt;br /&gt;pssh, like 'in a relationship with...' status on your profile is the only important thing in your life&lt;br /&gt;me, personally, prefer a quality friendship with guys&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna give my relationship request for those who i don't even love either&lt;br /&gt;cause it's just for the cutiekins&lt;br /&gt;but well, don't get me wrong with that 'cutiekins' word.&lt;br /&gt;cutiekins is not bbfuck. SO NOT HIM&lt;br /&gt;cutiekins is the way i call prince charming or dreamboy or what&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't even met him&lt;br /&gt;but he's the reason why i try to smile before i fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;just in case i meet him in my dream&lt;br /&gt;so i better prepare it first gahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a true blue dreamer, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;always dreamin', without any possibilities of that dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but i never dream about getting so-you-think-it's-romantic thing&lt;br /&gt;and hell, for me that just so lame-oo&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HATE IT OR WHAT&lt;br /&gt;i kinda appreciate it, thankiesh so mucho gusto for you!&lt;br /&gt;but, yew, if it meant to be romantic, then i'll just gonna kick you outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;my selfmade quote is : romantic is sweet things that is not meant to be romantic&lt;br /&gt;and other things are just romansick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, if you're going to give a bucket of flower on your gf birthday or giving  a sweet poem, or whatever you did to her with yourself wishing she'll think that's romantic, eww poor you, that's just too unromantic. (lucky you, if she doesnt ditch you, cause if i were her, I WILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal-hal menggelikan kaya gitu, sama menyedihkannya kaya punya pacar 4l4y 94ho3llz hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked like evil,huh?&lt;br /&gt;i think it's good for you to know, when you're trying to hard to act sweet, doesn't mean people will react sweet, too.&lt;br /&gt;just do simple things sincerely, it will be heartmelting for everyone who sees that.&lt;br /&gt; instead of giving a red rose, and a serenade, like your love story is made by shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;tragically pathetic&lt;br /&gt;pathetically tragic&lt;br /&gt;maybe your dreamin, she would say 'O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?'&lt;br /&gt;bahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick of those thingey&lt;br /&gt;you could see the world brighter and wider, when all you see is not only her/him&lt;br /&gt;you know what? love is not blind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but love makes you BLIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool wif me or no thanks? terseraaaaaah whatever you think, that's just some blabbers from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CHEERIO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-9181823198392597275?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/9181823198392597275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=9181823198392597275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/9181823198392597275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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eventhough i could infect everyone who talks to me more than 45secs with oonism syndrome&lt;br /&gt;the symtomps are:&lt;br /&gt;-starting to talk about weird things&lt;br /&gt;-laugh easily on lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;-having yupil jambu(guava upile)&lt;br /&gt;-acting like geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;micro size of brain&lt;br /&gt;particle of upil&lt;br /&gt;Aseluler&lt;br /&gt;made of sweat acid and protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How oonism made&lt;br /&gt;1 Glue stage&lt;br /&gt;Virion sticked with infected cell using indonesian famous glue (lem fox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Penetration stage&lt;br /&gt;genetic material knocked the door then shouted assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;Then it entered the sitoplasm house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 synthesizer and replication&lt;br /&gt;Virus invite his friends and it makes his house loaded by lotsa virus friends particle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 well-done stage&lt;br /&gt;Acid and protein got married so now they're becoming one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 releasing stage&lt;br /&gt;Virus particle is outta that house and he broke that house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses friendship&lt;br /&gt;- flu influenza&lt;br /&gt;-hiv » aids&lt;br /&gt;-ebola&lt;br /&gt;- cacar measles&lt;br /&gt;-polio&lt;br /&gt;- mumps gondong&lt;br /&gt;-herpes simplex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses frienemies&lt;br /&gt;OPV&lt;br /&gt;Vaksin rabies&lt;br /&gt;Vaksin cacar&lt;br /&gt;Vaksin hepatitis b&lt;br /&gt;Vaksin mmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning!&lt;br /&gt;This post may contain biological expressions because the author just got depression for tomorrow's midtest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH me LUCK everyone!&lt;br /&gt;semoga tetep hepi soalnya gampang dan nilainya bagusssss!&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1049517357776034882?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1049517357776034882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1049517357776034882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1049517357776034882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1049517357776034882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/virus-biology-chapter-3.html' title='virus- biology chapter 3'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2013897215616027390</id><published>2009-08-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:47:54.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>peculiar words</title><content type='html'>(maybe it sounds a bit desperate, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your greensoles&lt;br /&gt;that's what i saw when i was only a dorky seventh grader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching you and your fellas playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;lucky me, i could see you from my class's window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time goes by, you went to highschool&lt;br /&gt;i just go on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;still checking everything about you&lt;br /&gt;but not as intense as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep writing on my diary:&lt;br /&gt;'oh gosh, i wish i could meet him someday, he said hi at me and i'll just give him my purest smile'&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot that wish&lt;br /&gt;until i got into the same school,&lt;br /&gt;got same way of feeling&lt;br /&gt;like how i felt when i first saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, you're the nicest crush i ever had&lt;br /&gt;you never act hard-to-get&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i tot it would be easy&lt;br /&gt;mingling you, saying hi, acting like oldfriends&lt;br /&gt;but well, at the first time, i said&lt;br /&gt;'eaaasy girl! he doesn't even know you! you don't need to say hi at this time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprise!&lt;br /&gt;you recognize me,&lt;br /&gt;just because of a silly football game when i acted like crazy&lt;br /&gt;and now i cant hide again if i see you&lt;br /&gt;i have to say hi&lt;br /&gt;sooooon&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how&lt;br /&gt;i know you're there, staring at me everytime i passed your popular clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SORRY, I'M TOO SHY&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is listening your screamo band's song in my bedtime&lt;br /&gt;the louder the sound, the faster i fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;not a good kind of music for a lullaby, huh?&lt;br /&gt;well, that's the weirdest lullaby ever&lt;br /&gt;and i got a nightmare everyday&lt;br /&gt;here the story goes&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to go to a scary gigs&lt;br /&gt;and i got a freepass because you're one of the performers&lt;br /&gt;i went there with you, wearing my odd yellow ts&lt;br /&gt;and you were wearing your purple ts&lt;br /&gt;you asked your friends to keep an eye on me&lt;br /&gt;cause you have to be on stage&lt;br /&gt;your friends, they're jerks and they're cruel,yeah whatever&lt;br /&gt;then, they did something bad,&lt;br /&gt;they smoked too much and make me cant hardly breath&lt;br /&gt;i was dying&lt;br /&gt;and theeen here the prince came&lt;br /&gt;saving Snow White from suffering death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you jumped from the stage, seeing me dying&lt;br /&gt;tried to keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;and then i die, lying down on your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one of the scariest nightmare i ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's quite romantic for you&lt;br /&gt;but well, that's just too creepy for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-2013897215616027390?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2013897215616027390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2013897215616027390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2013897215616027390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kenapaaaaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN FACEBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebel&lt;br /&gt;(maaf i'm just a bit too grumpy  today, you know, PMS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4856545916965954280?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4856545916965954280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4856545916965954280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4856545916965954280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4856545916965954280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrh.html' title='ARRH'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6149411746124065703</id><published>2009-08-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:50:11.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric-ing'/><title type='text'>'Most of the day song', it feels so real for me</title><content type='html'>i saw you today and i almost forget,&lt;br /&gt;how i tried so hard to forget you&lt;br /&gt;thinkin' every bad thing about you&lt;br /&gt;makes me lose my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i see you&lt;br /&gt;yea rite, i feel so in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my days feeling like&lt;br /&gt;'hey! i deserve more than you'&lt;br /&gt;'i don't need you'&lt;br /&gt;but on contrary my heart melted when i hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'how cheap you are! attracted by a bitch'&lt;br /&gt;that's what i am thinkin' everytime you see that bitch&lt;br /&gt;'oh boy, how can i not hate you?'&lt;br /&gt;you ignore me, you pretend like i'm not exist&lt;br /&gt;you avoid my eyes, you don't mingle me&lt;br /&gt;why me? why must i crush you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;everygirls like you&lt;br /&gt;i am not that kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;how could you attracted me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to yell you,&lt;br /&gt;'hey, i'm here! it's me! see me!'&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know me if you never see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such an awesome lyrics, huh? well...........&lt;br /&gt;beehehe&lt;div 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for me'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8236365927889213704</id><published>2009-08-20T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:57:12.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Survival'/><title type='text'>when i go to school</title><content type='html'>there's something different when you got into a highschool. you have to look gorgeous everytime people see you or you'll get no BF ahahaha. and that's why i do these things before i go to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. combing my hair only with my fingers. i never used to comb my hair in JHS, i let it messy&amp;amp;frizzy&amp;amp;ugleh. i didn't even care about people's opinion about my hair. but now, my flings would go away if i'm not lookin' that gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. plumping my lips with lip smooth every morning. i was sooo lazy to use  lipbalm then, but now i got some progress: i use lip smooth ahahahaha tapi ga berwarna kok, just for smoothen my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. brushing my teeth. ahahahah yaiyalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. splashing my barbie butterfly perfume, while wishing the barbieboy smells the barbie butterfly scent. IN YOUR DREAM HUAAAAAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. practicing pure smiles, so if i met my flings, i would give that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. tidy up my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'M REAAAAADY TO GO! yeaa set hut hut wihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why, i changed myself, rite? who says i didn't even try to change myself? woooo gogirl wooooo liat doooong i'm changing now, transforming from the ugly duckling hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, CHICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: PLEASE, GOSH, LET ME FIND IL MIO CUTIEKINS! as i always dreaaaaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8236365927889213704?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8236365927889213704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8236365927889213704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8236365927889213704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8236365927889213704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-go-to-school.html' title='when i go to school'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5346235412354294140</id><published>2009-08-14T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>i know</title><content type='html'>sorry, i cant be your dainty fairy everytime you see me.&lt;br /&gt;i am not a kinda ohsobeauty girl, who could make you catch a breath when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;and reality says i am NOT your dreamgirl&lt;br /&gt;i never wear make-ups at school, just being a plain lil vania&lt;br /&gt;but you prefer fakes and superficials?&lt;br /&gt;nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve my attention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5346235412354294140?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5346235412354294140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5346235412354294140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5346235412354294140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5346235412354294140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know.html' title='i know'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7507147640927864684</id><published>2009-08-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>hellogoodbye!</title><content type='html'>hello new routine!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye ugly oldthingsssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;oldthingssss nya itu maksudnya those old ugly side of my personality, i was a spoiled daddy's lil girl at the first time. I WAS A CRYBABY SUGA-PUFF CUTIE! hahahaha maksudku aku cengeeeng, childish dan sok imut.&lt;br /&gt;and i was SOOO lazy. sekolah cuma buat chitchating and gossiping all the time with fellas. havin a blast everywhere we go. pelajaran sering kosong. di ssc cuma maen play maen play jajan. ulangan juga ga niat belajarnya. luckily, i finally graduated from that school. tuh kan, ga perlu jadi orang yang rajin kalo mau berhasil. ahahaha belaga banget deeeh kaya aku udah berhasil ajaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;tapi maksudku tuh, ga perlu sok rajin, apa apa dibawa serius gitu, belajar berlebihan gituu tidak penting tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE HAPPY WITH THAT THING!&lt;br /&gt;that's okay, being a genius geek, studying all the time, if you are happy in that way, why don't you do that thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku banyak tugas, peer, ulangan kaya sekarang. emang ga cape apa? i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; berry super extra EXHAUSTED right now, but i AM trying to pretend like it's sooo fun. well, akhirnya sih tetep aja capek. but now i get less stress moment than before. jadi lebih relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;i love the quote: just fake it til you make it!&lt;br /&gt;pura pura ajaaaa nanti tau tau jadi beneran. ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku baru tau,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata&lt;br /&gt;in highschool, you'll get more sweet things everyday. sweet things nya itu bisa apa ajaa,&lt;br /&gt;those little things which could make you smile when it came out on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;it could be crushes, flings, boys, jokes, friends, laughs, everrrrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang aku gloomy juga, memorizing my JHS moment. tapi aku takutnya inget temen-temen smp sekarang doang, entar lama lamaaaa lupa. hahaha soalnya sekarang aja udah mulai ada yang lupa gitu deh sama temen-temennyaa padahal satu sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah aku lagi exploring my new school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lookin out for hidden hotties&lt;/span&gt;. haha siapa tau masih banyak &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;adorable cupcakes&lt;/span&gt; yang tersembunyi, aku kan baru mau sebulan kali disitu, masih belom liat semua deh pasti.&lt;br /&gt;biarpun dari awal kayanya udah suram gitu. aku tau kok disitu, dikit banget kali yang worth-to-crush. hahahah just wishing i missed some worth-to-crush people. siapa tau ada yang kelewatan karena kaga keliatan ahaha ya ampunnnnnnnnn aku tuh belom ngerjain fisikaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh payah deh. tadi pulang sekolah jam 5 lebih tapi baca komik doang mandi aja baru jam 7.&lt;br /&gt;wah entar aja ah males. lagi seru-serunya nih belum selesai cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kalo dari jauh keliatan kaya apa sih?&lt;br /&gt;silly or beauty? cutie or lamey? gorgeous or trashy?&lt;br /&gt;soalnyaaaaaa gini ya&lt;br /&gt;ada orang ilfeel gitu deh sama aku padahal baru tau aku yang mana. dan baru ngeliat dari long distance gitu loh, dia langsung ngerasa&lt;br /&gt;I'm not his kind of girl, and yes, i'm not his type.&lt;br /&gt;terus langsung ngilang tiba tiba ting! ngilang deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't judge a person from their look, loser. and i am quite sure that i looked adorable. you need glasses, maybe, JERKY-ASS&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel so sorry for ignoring me like that.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT GONNA STARE AT YOU ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make you and your brownie electric eyes wont stop staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;br /&gt;ahelah lebih banget yaah aku. lagi suka sok dramatis dan teatrikal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause my school life feels like drama everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAH,&lt;br /&gt;adios! it's 9.10 pm and i havent do my physics shitty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7507147640927864684?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7507147640927864684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7507147640927864684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7507147640927864684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7507147640927864684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellogoodbye.html' title='hellogoodbye!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6616263437528599231</id><published>2009-08-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>hectic days! when will these end?</title><content type='html'>awwh I'm waiting for the next weekend&lt;br /&gt; hopefully i could have some rests on  weekends! cause sometimes i still have a lotta homeworks to do ugh&lt;br /&gt;what am I doin rite now?&lt;br /&gt;i supposed to do japanese homeworks but now im typing these useless words w/ my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;payah yaaa aku&lt;br /&gt;pr persamaan kuadratku blm selesai baru sampe nomer 3&lt;br /&gt;bhs jepun ga tau hurufnya sama sekali ahaha tapi cuma kurang dikit kok(6 numbers left! dikit ga sih? ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih OOT deh sebenernya what i was planning to talk about adalaaaah&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini aku lupa sama ketidakfemesan sekolahku&lt;br /&gt;aku di wall anak sma8 ditanya anak mana?&lt;br /&gt;aku bingung jadi jawabnya rada sok imut:&lt;br /&gt;gue sma1cisauk ahaha gatau kaan lo-,-&lt;br /&gt;tadinya aku ngarep cisauk mendadak femes terus dijawab tau kook&lt;br /&gt;tapi dibalesnya&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha emang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang?? emaaang sekolahku sgt tidak terkenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrr&lt;br /&gt;tenang deh&lt;br /&gt;suatu saat aku bakal bikin sekolah itu jadi terkenal&lt;br /&gt; (only in my dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE FOLKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6616263437528599231?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6616263437528599231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6616263437528599231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6616263437528599231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6616263437528599231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/hectic-days-when-will-these-end.html' title='hectic days! when will these end?'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4388349105589234696</id><published>2009-08-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>hmm the closer i get to you, the more i get bored</title><content type='html'>i meet barbieboy almost everyday, and at the first time, i was kinda whispering myself,'hell, i cant take my eyes off'. but now, barbieboy, who? i don't care about barbieboy anymore cause he's turning into a kind of badboy. hmmmmmm well, i like badboys, esp if they looked adorable. but barbieboy is different. SO different. i want my adorable childish crush,but oh crap! some bad influences made him turning worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu dia akibat pergaulan.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i read my diary once again, my 7th grader diary,&lt;br /&gt;i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;i wish he say hi at me and i'll just give him a fairy purest smile ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i really DONT want him to say hi at me. NO WAAAAAAAAAY. lucky me, he doesn't know me. soooooo bye barbieboy! farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HELLO new crush(es) and fling(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: im not sure i will find a new fling in a school like that.like i said, LACK OF EYECANDY! aaum sedih deh. crushless agaaaain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4388349105589234696?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4388349105589234696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4388349105589234696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4388349105589234696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4388349105589234696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-closer-i-get-to-you-more-i-get.html' title='hmm the closer i get to you, the more i get bored'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7706888819625135862</id><published>2009-08-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>geekalike</title><content type='html'>i know, geeky glasses was hype like a 100 years ago. but idk why i reaally want that stuff rite now. pengeeeeen banget.kenapaaa? hmm sebenernya aku lagi obsessed to pretend like a geeky just because of my spying and stalking plan. naah kan kalo pake itu kaan no one realized me. huehe gaya yaa tapi itu juga useful kalo misalkan aku lagi mau ke minimarket depan naik sepeda kaan aku bisa pake. tujuannya apa? ehehe biar ga kena debu matanya. ah ah pokoknya pengen aja deh akuu.&lt;br /&gt;kaya gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.karnival-house.co.uk/acatalog/29111sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.karnival-house.co.uk/acatalog/29111sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terusterus aku pengen mengupdate dan mengklarifikasi seragam sekolahku yang udah kuhina hina setengah mati, bahwa ternyata setelah dipake 2 minggu sekolah, i think it doesn't look that dorky. akhirnya aku ngga jadi mau sok sok breaking the rules. aku pake seragam lengkap. bahkan beltnya juga padahal waktu smp aja aku ngga pernah pake. -,- tapi sebenernya sih i did a lotta transformation on that f uniform. yess, they're f big and my mom doesn't want me to look like a monsterrr so thanks god and thankyou for the 'abang permak lepis' for making those f uniform fits me better. uhuuuu bye bye silly looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang aku lagi mau sok sok kaya Pippi Longstocking gitu deeeeyh make kaoskaki panjang. uahahahau salah deeh itu mah longsocks yaa? hmm gitu lah aku pokoknya lagi hobi sok geekish dorkish gitu soalnya seru aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya, if you wanna know how i dress to school, or if you're tryin to recognize me in highschool, perhatiin aja geekeys styleku:&lt;br /&gt;1. rambutnya agak berantakan, messy messoy side swept bangs gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;2. tasnya coklat billabong gede&lt;br /&gt;3. bawa tas tentengan buluk&lt;br /&gt;4. ga tinggi tapi ga paling pendek juga sih&lt;br /&gt;5. kaoskakinya panjang&lt;br /&gt;6. pake jam barbie pink butut&lt;br /&gt;7. kunciran pinknya dijadiin gelang&lt;br /&gt;8. kukunya yang kanan panjang yang kiri pendek&lt;br /&gt;9. suka sok sok plumping lips gitu deh, say pruneeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah oke deh udah jam 9.50&lt;br /&gt;BYE, HOTTIES :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7706888819625135862?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7706888819625135862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7706888819625135862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7706888819625135862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7706888819625135862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/08/geekalike.html' title='geekalike'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7099232247531550614</id><published>2009-07-31T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>silly</title><content type='html'>I am relaxing on the couch rite now&lt;br /&gt;with cobra starship feat.leighton meester video on my tv&lt;br /&gt;and trying to type new post on my blog using my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what's the topic for this post&lt;br /&gt;but then something got into my mind&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you everything i wrote on my cellphone's memopad&lt;br /&gt;memopad: is where i wrote everything impulsively about things i was thinking when i hold this cellphone,i saved it cause maybe it could be an additional lyrics for songs&lt;br /&gt;So please note that everywords are sooo random and maybe you dont even understand it(karena aku sendiri juga ga ngerti soalnya udah lamaaaa bgt aku ga nulis di memopad! memopad itu hobiku waktu baru2nya punya bb)&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay just wait! I'll copy-paste it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyBunch of random thoughts and self made quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a people person&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin way too much&lt;br /&gt;Easily fall in love with passionate guys who love theirself&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could define me is the people I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, he's just a raging moron&lt;br /&gt;For they just could not love you because they dont know how&lt;br /&gt;I never know since when but I keep stalking on people who takes my curiousity, and they're not always boys, sometimes I stalked girls too&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I lose the bucket of my thousand feeling about you. I think I just lost it anyway, as I wish&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be romeo even though I am your juliet&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to think like I am a someheck your aphrodite or what a kinda angelic ohsobeauty girl. No, I'm not.and I don't look like one but I'd rather be a funny and loveable one&lt;br /&gt;if I am not a socialite kid, I'll force myself to be a social butterfly, so my kids will.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as special as you, with spanish as second language, make up as your god, lists of boys who wanna date you, and brilliant brain eventhough you shop all the time and have fun in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Be seen, doesn't mean you gotta be everywhere he is. It will cause a lotta bore. &lt;br /&gt;My heart screams YOU KNEW YOU WANT THIS, rite?  but a little part of me says you shouldn't do it, vania.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing this is not gonna work anyway&lt;br /&gt;Going at the same school doesn't mean you'll come closer to him&lt;br /&gt;You could make a big profit for LV just because you wore their bag on a red carpet (if you are a model like me ha!).       &lt;br /&gt;Choose your friends and see how they could make some good impacts for you&lt;br /&gt;It's okay being dare but don't let it control your nauseates&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you know I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosssh i need friends!&lt;br /&gt;Something is ruining all of my plan and i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I am happy now but tomorrow? who knows&lt;br /&gt;I want a bestguyfriend! now!&lt;br /&gt;I need a fun clique to join with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajelas kan? Aku aja heran kapan nulis quotations kaya gitu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sumpah itu semua aku yang buat&lt;br /&gt;I published it with no editing&lt;br /&gt;i posted it as real as it could be just for YOOOU dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7099232247531550614?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7099232247531550614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7099232247531550614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7099232247531550614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7099232247531550614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly.html' title='silly'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8692912188822779612</id><published>2009-07-29T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>i got a life!</title><content type='html'>i was so gloomy last week, but now, the sun shines once again. yippeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;biarpun ulangan ulangan menunggu ahahahahahaha gotta make this fun and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here are the new things i got this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. changing the way i swept my bangs. it used to be swept to the left, but i don't wanna be a lefty! so i turned it to the right way. and maybe this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; way :)&lt;br /&gt;2. a band. yeah real band but actually, i don't know how kewl is this, i'm not quite sure about singing the chosen song. ahhhh but just wish me luck and fun! oh i forgot to mention the name: uhuk. it's banana splash! i made the 'splash' part. but the 'banana' part is taken from my friend's banana republic ts HAHA KREATIP BANGET YA? (kalimat barusan itu ironi). yaah nanti fans nya namanya Bananas Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;3. new part of improved personality. i respect my family better than ever. i was distressed and sad at  highschool first day, and i only have my family at home, they never lets me down&lt;br /&gt;4. i saw my former cutiecrushey but hell, he turned into a highschool hottie. i didn't expect that.like i don't even know it. idc &lt;br /&gt;5. NEW ROUTINE! yeah i have to make a big revolution. alah. but i cant deny that everything's changing. in a big big way. biasanya tiap minggu aku full les. sekarang? aku ngga les apa apa! school's my priority (that's what momsey said). tapi aku sih biasa aja AHAHA. yang sedih tuh berangkat sekolah sendirinya. dulu smpku deket aja aku dianter. eeh sekarang sekolah di ujung kulon sono, berangkat sendiriiii huhuhuhuhuhuhuu. i know i'm a type of daddy's little girl, I CRIED AT THE FIRST DAY! aku nangis di angkot tau ngga sih. tapi ga ada yang liat kok. it was just a lil tears. gataulah. kaya agak terharu, tapi agaaaaaaaaak sedih. ga jelas deh pokoknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my sissy is whining right now. she rules the computer! well, byeee fellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'll give you my special post later, just to award you for reading my nosy blog. itu post yang aku bikin di saat paling desperateku, i typed it while i was crying. you'll see lateeeeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP LAUGHEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8692912188822779612?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8692912188822779612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8692912188822779612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8692912188822779612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8692912188822779612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-life.html' title='i got a life!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3603012875781817080</id><published>2009-07-20T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:38:41.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>schoolmate,</title><content type='html'>Necesito un mejor amigo! niño o niña no importa&lt;br /&gt;correct me if i'm wrong, kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-3603012875781817080?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3603012875781817080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3603012875781817080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3603012875781817080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3603012875781817080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/schoolmate.html' title='schoolmate,'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6117994918660963271</id><published>2009-07-11T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>I'm not vania</title><content type='html'>kayanya aku kesambet atau apa deh&lt;br /&gt;rasanya tiap aku nulis apapun kaya bukan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, maybe i'm trapped in vania's body. Sorry, vania, let me use your body for awhile okay, til' i find my way back home. my home? yeah it's in a far faraway planet, or other galaxy, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things i don't know about her (this vania-girl)&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't know what she used to wear. biasanya kayaknya vania berpakaian rada sok boyish gitu yeah kaosnya item item semua terus pake celana pendek dan sendal abalan.&lt;br /&gt;Alienside: i felt so weird wearing outfit like that. Ts? only ts and shorts? terus kan biasanya aku sok sok side swept bangs gitu tiap hari, tapi kemaren ga tau kenapa aku lagi pengen showing of my eyebrows and my forehead so much dan aku ga pengen poniku menutupinya padahal biasanya jidat ku selalu kututupi apalagi kalo ada pimpipimple nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When i read vania's diary, front to back, i was wondering, when did i write things like this? SKANKY it's so not me! saat kubaca dan kurenungkan, aku merasa itu bukan ceritaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i forgot what i wanna be. AKU PENGEN JADI APA SIH? pas aku inget, oh iya editor majalah ya. tapi begitu aku pikir2, this does not suit me anyhow. ga cocok kayanya deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. aku jadi lebih suka baca komik yang akhir ceritanya awkward ending. tidak nyambung, tidak realistis, malah kadang ga ada akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. aku lupa apakah aku cupu, gehol, atau WTFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. kok sepertinya ke-sok-brewtish-an di post ku berkurang. biasanya buanyak banget dan aku merasa apel menggigit ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. aku baru nyadar kalo aku kadang chat pake aku-kamu ke semua orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. aku benci banget sama cat kamarku, padahal aku inget banget warnanya aku sendiri yang pilih. warnanya soft pink gitu deh, lebih ke agak pale gitu. dan sekarang aku pengennya shocking orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. aku tiba tiba jijik ama marcela makanberak atau yang ada sedikit feel bossanya. aku lagi gatau kenapa lebih suka denger yang mainstream kaya Miley Cyrus! aneh aneh aneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i can't attract  people. well, idk, maybe i had that attraction ability before, or maybe not. but, all i know, no one ask me first. i have to pursue them to talk to me. and i have to talk em first. ugh. menyebalkan rasanya karena biasanya aku itu yang pasif. i;m not really good at making new friends, i never used to do it. i only have the same friends for three years, in 7.11, 8.11, and 9.11. I GOT 10.11 now and i gotta find a new best buddy aaaarh it won't be that eaaaasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye. fyi, i made this post separately. aku bikin point 1-9 minggu lalu. nomer sepuluhnya aku bikin hari ini. yeah makanya, if you find it unclear,just blame me in this case. it's not your brain. it's mine, i got a BRAINWASH and it changes me inside and outside. so, hell, here i am now. a new sophomorrrrrrerawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND ME IN MONZER (am i rite? is it moonzer, monzer, or moonzher? whatever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6117994918660963271?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6117994918660963271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6117994918660963271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6117994918660963271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6117994918660963271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-vania.html' title='I&apos;m not vania'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7016394326111697220</id><published>2009-07-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:52:50.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>thousands of feelings is overwhelming me!</title><content type='html'>yeah about July 13rd,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so&lt;br /&gt;thrilled, excited, worry, happy, CURIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes curious. how will people react me? nice or meanie?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't really know and i'm not good at guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;let's wait for that DAY! huehueheuehueheue&lt;br /&gt;i hope i could be friends with eveeeeeerryone there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-7016394326111697220?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7016394326111697220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7016394326111697220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7016394326111697220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7016394326111697220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousands-of-feelings-is-overwhelming.html' title='thousands of feelings is overwhelming me!'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6354988370008682772</id><published>2009-07-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:00:20.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Survival'/><title type='text'>GREY SKIRT UHYEAH (ohh no)</title><content type='html'>jadi hari ini akyu fitting baju gitu di designer, terus ternyata, bajunya ga FITTED PERFECTLY di badanku. masa yah, ukuran badanku kan average ya. L lah atau apa, masa dikasihnya XXL. owaduh maunya apa sih? aku juga ga bakal mau lah make kemeja yang ngetat ngetat ohsosexy gitu, tapi mbok ya ndak usah gombrong banget gitu napa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GIVE YOU MY PICS WITH MY HIGHSCHOOL UNI&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?! it makes me look GAHULER than EVER&lt;br /&gt;terlihat sekali bakal bakal calon anak sma tergahul sejagad pamulang raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;1. kemeja nya ketat sekali gahul seperti anak sasmita yang dandan ke sekolah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realitycheck: &lt;/span&gt;kemeja segede ukuran kingkong, dan itu bu gurunya bilang masih KURANG GEDE. oh hebat sekali&lt;br /&gt;2. Roknya rempel dan super mini kaya di komik jepang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realitycheck: &lt;/span&gt;rok spannya pendek tapi itu sebetulnya 20 senti dibawah lutut! jadi itu tuh kesannya nggantung tapi aneh. dan waistnya itu kecil banget jadi aku make nya bener bener mesti diatas bgt. I FEEL WEIRD! biasanya kan waktu smp, biarpun eke ga gahul tapi tetep aja aku makenya rada hipster (tapi ga melorot bgt kok) soalnya perutku keteken kalo makenya jojon&lt;br /&gt;3. baju olahraga yang super adem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realitycheck: &lt;/span&gt;baju olahraga ku lengan pjg kata ayahku,'udah pokoknya panjang aja nanti kalo jatoh atau kepanasan biar ga rusak kulitmu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah itu aja sih sebenernya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tapi secara keseluruhan, sebenernya sekolahnya ga separah yang aku lebelebein sih,oke oke a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n kakak kelas nya lumayan kewl ah kataku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i GOT AN ISSUE&lt;br /&gt;and it's me.&lt;br /&gt;me, myself, my personality.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kalo anak yang emang self esteemnya bagus dan kewl, mau pake seragam salah atau cupu sih kataku, she's still gonna look adorable. sebenernya semuanya tergantung orangnya juga. kalo yang minderan kaya aku, mau dipakein designer's stuff, tetep aja terlihat somewhat geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXIEaaVzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bBOFJLZSJv4/s1600-h/highschoolthursday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXIEaaVzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bBOFJLZSJv4/s200/highschoolthursday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356353496706340658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXHVwZP0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zb5XWlfGQH0/s1600-h/highschoolthursday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXHVwZP0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zb5XWlfGQH0/s200/highschoolthursday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356353484182077250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXH1YaUgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nY_mBmOezuU/s1600-h/highschoolthursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXH1YaUgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nY_mBmOezuU/s200/highschoolthursday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356353492671418882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's me, if you dont recognize. so, what do you think? highschool poor geek? YEAH BE HONEST! I DO LOOK LIKE ONE, rite? hmm pay attention at my face. looks so annoyed, eh? yah, actually i dont really feel comfy with the fabrics. rasanya aneh makenya, mungkin karena belom biasa kali yaa -,-&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i uploaded the ones with grey skirt too, and it looks totally worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZR3poicI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YPG42PYTcjw/s1600-h/highschoolday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZR3poicI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YPG42PYTcjw/s200/highschoolday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355864102472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZSHvvfZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/trwettphVbY/s1600-h/highschoolday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZSHvvfZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/trwettphVbY/s200/highschoolday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355868423060882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZRiZukuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NIrKobtDZ_g/s1600-h/highschoolday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWZRiZukuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NIrKobtDZ_g/s200/highschoolday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355858398614242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i rite? worse, kan? yaaaah i really dont know how to wear this normally, or casually like other highschooler does, but actually scared about my way of wearing this uniform. too hipster, too waisty? i dont know. aku takut dilabrak kakak kelas kalo salah makenya. siapa tau ada aturan, kalo kelas 1 makenya gini kalo udah kelas 2 makenya gitu. kita gatau kan kebiasaan di sma cisauk itu gimanaaa. tapi aku cuma pengen friendly aja ke semua orang, termasuk ke kakak kelas. aku bukan pengen jadi yang most stunning or popular. aku nggak pengen sok gaul ngelebihin kakak kelas (and i know i won't be like that, haha). i just want to blend in. tapi aku juga gamau dong jadi yang paling cupu. AH i have 1 week to observe the school routine. dan aku harus tau gimana make seragamnya, esp.roknya itu looh rok model mermaid yang kecil pinggangnya and makes me look like A BIG BUTT one, hahaha. aku ga mau doooong makenya diatas gitu roknya, bikin sakit perut. nanti perutku jadi gepeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh belaga banget ya aku belom masuk aja udah poto poto pake seragamnya dah. haha. aku cuma mau share my opinion, bukan mau show off atau apa lah! orang aku aja cupu banget pake seragamnya, apa yang mau aku pamerin coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymanyway, i am wondering, how will my longtime close friend,sexygasti, fit in her highschool uniform? hahahahaha i really wanna know, and i know i'll feel sad when i see her with a different uniform. yea i missed her already, and i realized that we're not gonna meet as often as always. she's not gonna laugh me or tease me, like what she did in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;aku tau dia akan menjadi selebriti TEXAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;let's see!&lt;br /&gt;semoga di 46 dia bisa make seragam yang ketat dan nanti digodain ama mas mas kalo mau naik bianglala. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaha mantaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOTTA GO!&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6354988370008682772?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6354988370008682772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6354988370008682772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6354988370008682772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6354988370008682772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/grey-skirt-uhyeah-ohh-no.html' title='GREY SKIRT UHYEAH (ohh no)'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SlWXIEaaVzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bBOFJLZSJv4/s72-c/highschoolthursday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5630697119352377224</id><published>2009-07-07T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:00:52.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>i need all the help i could get</title><content type='html'>aku desperados.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal ga ada masalah apa apa deh perasaan. sma? aku udah dapet sekolah. liburan? i just came back from a vacation yesterday. friends? they're okay, the only thing is i just missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sebenernya, yang bikin aku desperatexhaustedarned adalah, after holiday activities, yaitu ; cuci piring, baju baju yang kupake dari liburan, dan hal hal klining serpis lainnya. haha jahat sih sebenernya, kalo aku bukan aku, siapa lagi yang ngerjain? ga ada pembantu sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi yaudah, akyu ikhlas semuanya biarkanlah terjadi uouooo tapi aku sebal sekaliiiii my lovely pillow, kena iler SEPUPUKU! uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu padahal&lt;br /&gt;ADEKU AJA GA BOLEH PAKE BANTALKU ITU&lt;br /&gt;tapi dia&lt;br /&gt;SHE STOLE EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;my family, my smile and those PRAISES&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i know she's all above me,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kaann&lt;br /&gt;itu&lt;br /&gt;bantalku&lt;br /&gt;privacy, yang sangat confidential.&lt;br /&gt;gara gara ga pake bantal itu, aku jadi ga mimpi  yang seru seru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kewsel deh.&lt;br /&gt;dasar anak itu golden girl, her wishes is our command. bahkan sekali ngomong, 2,3juta udah melayang buat dia.&lt;br /&gt;ck&lt;br /&gt;hebat sekali&lt;br /&gt;you go girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-5630697119352377224?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/5630697119352377224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=5630697119352377224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5630697119352377224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/5630697119352377224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-all-help-i-could-get.html' title='i need all the help i could get'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8013335828156193049</id><published>2009-06-28T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:01:37.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>FEEF</title><content type='html'>i'd rather be feef, and bubbly. not that angelic evilish gorgeous or whatsoever sexy, if feef means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; something delightful and adorable. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this silly brat, who ruined my family quality time, thinks she's a heck of feef and uh, adowrrable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;duh, lame!&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/5956887342886702084-8013335828156193049?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8013335828156193049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8013335828156193049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8013335828156193049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8013335828156193049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/feef.html' title='FEEF'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4221253875893186713</id><published>2009-06-22T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:01:28.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>Before The Last Day of Holiday</title><content type='html'>Gotta do something in this bowwrring whole e day maybe i'll just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tidy up and redecorate up my room, like&lt;br /&gt;  a. buang sampah sampah! pasti banyak banget sampah sampah dan barang barang yang udah ga kepake di kamarku.&lt;br /&gt;  b. Cuci semua boneka ku yang di gudang terus pindahin ke kamar&lt;br /&gt;  c. Keluarin semua barangku di kamar&lt;br /&gt;  d.Bujukin ayah bunda biar mau beliin wallpaper baru&lt;br /&gt;  e.Ga berhasil? yaudah deh cat aja warna orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop my procrastinating habit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut my lazy time, and split it to a workout time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve my self&lt;br /&gt;5. Tame my WILD hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get rid of pimple&lt;br /&gt;7. Spending more quality time, bukan sama komputer dan ps, tapi sama adek-adek eke&lt;br /&gt;8. Berhenti ngebaca How to tame a cat di wikihow tiap hari!&lt;br /&gt;9. Beli pet baru dooong, i want a bunny boo&lt;br /&gt;10. ayo kita lakukan semua seteeeeeeeeep! yeeay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4221253875893186713?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4221253875893186713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4221253875893186713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4221253875893186713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4221253875893186713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/before-last-day-of-holiday.html' title='Before The Last Day of Holiday'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-5455157503073865490</id><published>2009-06-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:02:00.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>NOT INSPIRED</title><content type='html'>aku nggak tau kenapa, apa karena capek gara gara PAWRTY atau aku emang lagi malas,&lt;br /&gt;saat ini aku nggak tau apa yang pengen ku post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soalnya dari kemaren sampe sekarang tiap tema yang udah kuketik, akhirnya cuma ku save now, ngga ku publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNGKIN&lt;br /&gt;aku butuh tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oleh karena itu saya nyatakan blog ku ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DITUTUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahulu yeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(paling besok aku udah post lagi, ahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wait for my other post ,okay, nicey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8376632534673993259</id><published>2009-06-13T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:54:54.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read at your own risk'/><title type='text'>geez, i want these bags on my hand, momsey</title><content type='html'>i reaaally dream about having an adorable designer's bag. and spesifically, i want Kate Spade bags. karena desain dia selalu cute dan ngga ibu ibu. yeah, ngga semuanya sih, tapi semuanya hype sekali kok. colorful dan ngga kayak LV. apaan tuh monogram monogram gitu doang kok mahalnya bisa amit amit (mungkin isinya ama tasnya mahal tasnya kali). dan yah yang bikin mahal itu kan karena yang keliatan itu LVnya tapi aku tetep heran, kenapa orang orang tetep beli yang asli padahal tas begonoan tiruan yang KW-KW an aja udah cukup bagus kok, ngga cepet rusak. ngapain yang asli? well, maybe if they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; socialites, it'll be fine. kenapa? lah kalo ampe kaga asli, malu-maluin banget, and those city-socialites, won't take any fake thing. mereka tipe orang yang beli gucci langsung di italynya. kalo ada socialite pamer tas dan bilang dia beli di hongkong? beh jangan langsung percaya itu asli, harganya mungkin mahal juga tapi hongkong kan china china gitu dan cina identik dengan barang barang imitasi bajakan blahblahblah. aah aku sih ga perlu begituan, i want speedy designer's bag, a duplicate one, worthed less than IDR1million, bahkan kalo bisa paling mahal 500ribu deh. terus pengen LV yang alma, pengen yang pink rada fuschia gitu deeh ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQO1p4bdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TXa_mC_ldFo/s1600-h/vintage-chanel-handbag-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQO1p4bdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TXa_mC_ldFo/s200/vintage-chanel-handbag-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775767214222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a Kate Spade. Kate Spade ga punya model alma begini, dia kan super kreatif. Emang kaya gucci atau LV yang modelnya gitu gitu doang. aku ngga tau ini apa, tapi katanya sih chanel. but i'm not quite sure. anggep aja ini tas  eskrim MOO  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOJy_9tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yU3u4-mFPUg/s1600-h/kate_spade_tarrytown-betty-orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOJy_9tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yU3u4-mFPUg/s200/kate_spade_tarrytown-betty-orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775755441305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is a Kate Spade. simple, eh? yes but i know it'll match my orange old pennyloafers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOFn7o2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aojlYeh9KBU/s1600-h/prada-pink-bow-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOFn7o2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aojlYeh9KBU/s200/prada-pink-bow-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775754321142626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a Prada, looks like a bow, rite? simply cute. tapi aku ngga tau deh beli purse beginian yang ngga asli dimana? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOuIzIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RrZoslv4DYk/s1600-h/versace-diva-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOuIzIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RrZoslv4DYk/s200/versace-diva-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775765196415250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a versace diva bag. tadinya aku ngga tertarik ama versace, tapi bundaku nyuruh aku search versace, and i said it was lamee tapi yang ini kataku kewl. gimana menurutmu? mungkin seleraku rada ibu-ibu karena akhir-akhir ini aku selalu menilai barang bareng bundaku dan aku jadi kebawa pov nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOuumtJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IksYcosLqa4/s1600-h/versace-croc-stamped-purse-purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQOuumtJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IksYcosLqa4/s200/versace-croc-stamped-purse-purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775765354984594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really i want this but NOT for me okay. karena yang ini soooooo apa ya? sangat emak emak and the color? ohsojanda. tapi kalo bundaku yang make, she'll look quite chic, i think. she has a dress matched with this bag.  uhoh i wish when i grow up, i could buy her this one for Mother's day. the real one, because as you know, i won't take any fake thing, i'm gonna be a socialite and i've told ya, that's my childhood dream. (daydreaming again? oh vania)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, there are still a lotta cool clutche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out there (especially Hermes clutch, aahnah) but this is what i want when i googled it. Oh coba aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; as loaded as someone who could book Harrods for a day, only for himself.&lt;/span&gt; wih. eh tapi mungkin aku ngga bakal beli apa apa di Harrods karena pas aku buka websitenya, kok kaya ngga ada yang aku pengen ya? aah sudah deh nggak penting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah here are some catchy bags when i open Kate Spade's site :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWOx9-SgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gANOxbDJP5A/s1600-h/kate-spade-cozumel-eglantine-purse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWOx9-SgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gANOxbDJP5A/s200/kate-spade-cozumel-eglantine-purse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346782363294517762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPIzCKEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B8Gxfmp15jc/s1600-h/kate-spade-owl-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPIzCKEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B8Gxfmp15jc/s200/kate-spade-owl-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346782369422649410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWP1-aenI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dlVFK72qjB8/s1600-h/kate-spade-hanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWP1-aenI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dlVFK72qjB8/s200/kate-spade-hanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346782381549976178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPeSgZnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1V154--tIyM/s1600-h/katespade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPeSgZnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1V154--tIyM/s200/katespade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346782375191799410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPbifIuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oVs_AQ_RQT0/s1600-h/TARRYTOWN+NIKOLETTE+kate+spade+clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOWPbifIuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oVs_AQ_RQT0/s200/TARRYTOWN+NIKOLETTE+kate+spade+clutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346782374453519074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not that cute, yea? but it caught my eyes at a glance and made my impulse click these to save it in my designer's bag folder. mungkin taste ku ngga terlalu bagus, like my mom's said, i'm not stylish. Stylista? Carissa looks like one. katanya Carissa seleranya bagus. ihh apaan. terserah deh selera siapa yang paling bagus, masing masing orang kan beda. bener kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i want this LV messenger bag as my schoolbag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOZTWWpEZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fzm18sx9qCw/s1600-h/lv+messenger+bag%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOZTWWpEZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fzm18sx9qCw/s200/lv+messenger+bag%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346785740316021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasa banget kan? yeah tapi aku yakin ini kuat buat bawa laptop. lagian tasnya kaya yang dipake anak anak di british private school gitu deyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus tas bekal ku tuh tas tas plastiknya Harrods itu loh. yang palsu juga pastinya ahahahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;terus pencil casenya anya hindmarch&lt;br /&gt;terus sepatu sekolahnya topshop&lt;br /&gt;terus haircut nya super mahal, kan pake hairdresser professional gitu loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih makin ngga jelas ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you find this post a little useless, pardon me, i went a bit insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you berry much for reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMOOCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carlislefletcher.com/images/lips.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 116px;" src="http://carlislefletcher.com/images/lips.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8376632534673993259?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8376632534673993259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8376632534673993259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8376632534673993259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8376632534673993259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/geez-i-want-these-bags-on-my-hand.html' title='geez, i want these bags on my hand, momsey'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/SjOQO1p4bdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TXa_mC_ldFo/s72-c/vintage-chanel-handbag-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1307794163460561686</id><published>2009-06-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:56:19.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool Survival'/><title type='text'>Changing my lifestyle? hell i'm not sure</title><content type='html'>well, i'm not forcing myself to change for no reason. no. but i have to.  i'm gonna be a sophomore next month, and that's why i know i have to change myself. if i dont, i wont make any friend. soalnya aku ngga pernah berani nyapa orang duluan, apalagi kenalan. and it means i broke the Highschool Survival rule.  kan harusnya kaya cheerleader bring it on, be agressive. note : bi-i egresif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e168/cmsbabigrl/mean-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 420px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e168/cmsbabigrl/mean-girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore Steps to be a Social Butterfly  for dummies (like me) :&lt;br /&gt;1. Like my mom said for a million thousand times, be bubbly, be smiley!&lt;br /&gt;2.Listen people enthusiastly&lt;br /&gt;3. Never ever think way too much about yourself. They're just like you, not more or less, than you&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't act snob, eventhough you've been a queen bee in JHS, doesn't mean you look like one. In highschool, things are different.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be friends with everyone (even the shy or dorky ones)&lt;br /&gt;6. Impress your senior, in a good way. haha sok banget aku, i don't even know how to make a good first impression. (Mending poin nomer 6 ini jangan ditiru dulu, belom kucoba. Too much risk, like being bullied and urrh if you made a bad first impression, it'll be hard to bounce back, okay)&lt;br /&gt;7. Look your best. But say bye to your make up kit. Listen, you don't need this or you will catch too much fishes. and unfortunately those fishes are piranha. ahaha pake make up bakal bikin kamu a proper bullying target. Leave your make up, and coloured soft lenses. Biarpun kamu adalah woteferigaul person, tapi itu dulu, sekarang tinggalkan kegaulanmu dahulu, pake sepatu yang sesuai ama aturan sekolah. Disuruhnya pake sepatu keds, masa kamu pakenya crocs. wah ngawur itu, terus pake backpack yang biasa aja. tinggalin tuh tas anya hindmarchmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Follow those steps but yeah, please note that sometimes most of people like you just the way you are, jadi yaudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH IYA. dan kalo kamu orangnya minderan dan ngga pedean (just like me, wee) maybe this is gonna work for you :&lt;br /&gt;How to feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look in the mirror,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; smile and stand up&lt;/span&gt; straighter.&lt;br /&gt;2.Just because this boy  doesn't seem to pay attention to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't mean that you are not beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. It means, this boy was just too stupid. haha and you deserve better&lt;br /&gt;3.Be nice to others. The most beautiful person you can ever see with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasty attitude isn't beautiful at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Tell yourself every day when you wake up: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am beautiful. No one can take that away from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Don't try to lose weight by not eating or throwing up. Lose weight in a healthy way by exercising and eating right.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being smaller doesn't exactly mean you will look beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.Change negative thoughts into&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Positive thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be seen.&lt;/span&gt; Make a sleepover makeover party, and then go out with you friends at satnite, and you can tell how people think about you from their response. What does it matter to look gorgeous if the only one that sees it is your family, and your teddy bears? ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Improve-Your-Posture" title="Improve Your Posture"&gt;Watch your posture .&lt;/a&gt;How you carry yourself affects how people perceive you more than you think! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perk up that chin, throw those shoulders back, and glide through the air&lt;/span&gt; as if you just signed a ten million dollar contract. At home, practice carrying books on your head. Move like a dancer. Keep your head back, chin up, and shoulders down and back. Remember that every moment is a potential pose! However, you shouldn't become obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;9. Moisturize! Everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't wear any obvious makeup. A good moisturizer and lipbalm is all the natural beauty needs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you could end up prettier than her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.justjared.com/headlines/2008/04/leighton-meester-goofy-gossip-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://media.justjared.com/headlines/2008/04/leighton-meester-goofy-gossip-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Leighton Meester. You could do better, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeteehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;goodluck, dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1307794163460561686?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1307794163460561686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1307794163460561686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1307794163460561686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1307794163460561686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-my-lifestyle-hell-im-not-sure.html' title='Changing my lifestyle? hell i&apos;m not sure'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-7904305346059554136</id><published>2009-06-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:56:45.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='il mio cutiekins'/><title type='text'>il mio cutiekins</title><content type='html'>i want my own cutiekins. no, not a boyfriend or wtf boygirl relationship thing. i only want an adorable bestguyfriend, and have a tickling relationship. so, my chicken track will be able to make some dirts on my diary. yeaah sekarang aku males banget nulis di diary, dan diaryku kaga ada isi tentang crush atau hottie atau ape. cuma thoughtsssss,POVs, and all of those boring thing. aah i wanna get butterflied again. tapi bukan karena nervous disuruh speech. bukan juga butterfly yang kerasa tiap aku disuruh ngelakuin hal hal yang berhubungan sama public speaking.i want a different tickling one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want something thrilling in my boring boredom doom life. oh duck, i fuckin love my life.no cellphone, lack of dvds, boring gameboy. ah nanti pas sma aku juga pengen ah ke gigs yang serem serem. bukan acara punk serem dengan rambut di cat pake Sasha itu, bukan. maksudku gigs teriak-emo screamo atau apadeh pokoknya yang aku nggak suka. well, just curious. apa sih yang bikin orang suka begituan? serem, berisik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;beehehehe&lt;br /&gt;udah jam 8, seharusnya jam 7 tadi aku udah di sekolah,classmeeting yang sebenernya mungkin brainstorming. tiap acara beginian di kelas 911 pasti ada masalah baru. yeah karena kelas ku itu a class for childish geekies who doesnt know their own specialty. yea actually my mates are sooo quirky. their minds are a creativity storage. ga bakal kekurangan ide deh  mau nentuin perpisahan dimana. but a lot of ideas could be a disaster in my class. we never could decide just one. harus ada Queen Bee di kelas, yang nentuin what should we do,  karena dia the leader of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHWOI&lt;br /&gt;tadi aku kan mau udahan. belom mandi pula buat ke sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;udah cukup daydreaming nya. oh when nothing could stop me typing this, maybe i'll dream all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dadaaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&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/5956887342886702084-7904305346059554136?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/7904305346059554136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=7904305346059554136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7904305346059554136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/7904305346059554136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/il-mio-cutiekins.html' title='il mio cutiekins'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3767781290125799871</id><published>2009-06-03T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:42:41.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electronic Whoopie'/><title type='text'>Electronic Whoopie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;electrobuzz in my homey sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di rumahku kayanya ga ada yang bener. all hail electronic things have been CURSED FOREVERRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya benda benda yang perlu dicolokkan ke sumber listrik pasti rusak. padahal sudah ai hitung dengan segala rumus variasi dari V = I . R, lalu input dan output. mungkin di rumahku itu sekali masuk bukan 220 volt. mungkin 2,2000/J cm cubicus square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak tau. pokoknya kelelawar untuk bulu mata (itu mah bat for eyelashes ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanya taun ini aiem gonna be a sophomore gitu loh, maka ayahbunda harus welcoming the sophomore dengan:&lt;br /&gt;1. A new cellphoneeeeeeee. i really need this, please, momsey momsen, father fat her..&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya sih aku minta dengan spesifik merk apa seri apa. yang jelas yang aku butuhin itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;QWERTY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keypadnyaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; terus bisa wi-fi, terus cepet internetnya. udah gitu doang. ga minta mesti BB or iPhone or whatsoever those hype gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A pocket camera. Kaga usah bagus bagus amat. malahan kalo bisa lomo aja. (woopsey, tadi aku bilang ga mau ngasih tau yg spesifik kan). err, apa aja deh yang jelas my own cam. tapi yang jelas aku ga mau kamera yang sekarang, camera public bete noir gitu lowh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Notebook apa laptop kek. tapi punya ku sendiri. yaah, sekali sekali boleh deh share to care care to share ke adekku. tapi pokoknya di laptop itu i only mind my bussiness. jadi aku ga perlu nulis di diary lagi. pokoknya mau yang ada fingerprint nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Home recording kit. Pokoknya handycam yang asal HD aja deh mau semurah apa kaga peduli, yang penting mau langsung upload ke youtube. terus mic yang bagus buat bikin demo sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Well, maybe this one is not a gadget. tapi masih termasuk elektronik kok. aku pengen alat yang buat bikin gulali ama buat bikin sandwich yang gambar spongebob. merknya aga ga jelas sih, princess gitu, waktu itu sale di pim. dan aku hampir meyakinkan bundaku buat beli karena ga terlalu mahal. tau taunyaaaaaaaaaaaa engga jadi karena mau ganti tali jam swatch yang harganya lebih dari spongebob sandwich toasternya. AAAAH AKU KAN PENGEN SARAPAN PAKE ROTI GAMBAR SPONGEBOB! titikkoma .,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah yang aku pengen cuma itu doang. muy simple, isn't it? aku juga blm kepengen iPod touch. malahan aku pengennya nano chromatic doang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, then. forget this. it's not my current obsession,anyway. ngga pengen banget sih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my biggest obsession itu foreign language. yah, bukannya expert atau apa. im not that good in english, neither in other lang. bahkan bahasa indonesia aja kaga bener. hahaha tapi aku lagi kepengen begaya ada orang mexico ngirimin note di petsoc mulu. aku kaga ngarti artinya, yang aku tau cuma amigos nya doang. habis itu aku bales aja dia kaya gini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;vamos a ser amigos de chat! mantenerse en contacto. ¿por qué no me envía facebook muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gawl, rite? ahahaha artinya:&lt;br /&gt;'barangsiapa yang melakukan perjalanan menuntut ilmu,niscaya akan dimudahkan jalan ke surga'&lt;br /&gt;itu tadi arti basa arabnya. ini arti biasa nya:&lt;br /&gt;we could be chat friends! keep in touch. why don't you send me a facebook wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah tapi pas ku check lagi, taunya salah. yang bagian no me envia facebook muro, harusnya un muro facebook. yaudah aku kirimin dia lagi begini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;i significaba ¿por qué no me envía un muro facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;lo siento, no soy muy bueno en español&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artinya :&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why don't you send me a facebook wall?  sorry i'm not really good at spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan setelah ber&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snob &lt;/span&gt;ria dengan sok spanish. aku jadi nyadar,  kalimat-kalimat yang kukirim kan belom tentu betul. siapa bisa jamin? aku cuma membuat berdasarkan melihat-lihat kamus espanyole geyto lowch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi semoga aja betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;adiós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe i should do her a favour. yes so she will tell me how to nail spanish.&lt;br /&gt;oh, she who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, she is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dora&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;beauty, the hottie explorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yippie, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dora the explorer! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dori,dorce, oh what? dora? yes dora, please dont tell your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that i crushed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, KAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pinky swear? okaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya kata carissa kalo bubye yang gaul bukan abuhbye, tapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baybye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-3767781290125799871?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3767781290125799871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3767781290125799871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3767781290125799871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3767781290125799871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/electronic-whoopie.html' title='Electronic Whoopie'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4381731781652791769</id><published>2009-06-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:02:34.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure'/><title type='text'>Oh, Twiggy. Just a wiggly twiggle about her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJcqnN9cL-E/ScY83SewacI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Wt0RC4IFxSQ/s400/twiggy_whenithin_101b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJcqnN9cL-E/ScY83SewacI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Wt0RC4IFxSQ/s400/twiggy_whenithin_101b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drx.typepad.com/psychotherapyblog/images/2007/08/22/twiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 430px;" src="http://drx.typepad.com/psychotherapyblog/images/2007/08/22/twiggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Twiggy-twiggy-221737_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 248px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Twiggy-twiggy-221737_1024_768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://style.catalogs.com/images/Twiggy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 323px;" src="http://style.catalogs.com/images/Twiggy-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashionation.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/twiggy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 477px;" src="http://fashionation.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/twiggy02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh mom look! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's our Gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anny, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Twiggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you know her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was born as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesley Hornby, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she became the first prominent teenage model. With  a pair of big eyes with a longlongbold eyelashes and thinny skinny body, nowadays we know her as the most famous topmodel of all time. And she is the girl i wanna be. No, i dont wanna be Twiggy, no. What i want is becoming a moviestar, top model, singer, and all hail celeb thingggggggggs, i wanna be just like her. Oh yeah and a Barbie Doll of ME in limited edition. Twiggy is the first celeb as a Barbie Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada yang kurang sih. About clothing line, designing and creating things part. Tapi well what she is now, it almost complete 3 things of my 5 wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah she's one of the judges in ANTM! Whoa, aku aja jadi ANTM atau at least Indonesia's Next Top Model aja hampir ga mungkin. Apalagi jadi jurinya&lt;br /&gt;beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I COULD JUST COMPLETE HALF NUMBER OF MY WISHLIST.&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i wish i could do photoshoot as cool as these ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/mollybaby/odd/twiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 396px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/mollybaby/odd/twiggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hellorosetta.com/mag/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/WindowsLiveWriter/DyingtobeThin_E5AF/twiggy1%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 396px;" src="http://hellorosetta.com/mag/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/WindowsLiveWriter/DyingtobeThin_E5AF/twiggy1%5B1%5D.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my limited ed. Barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://choogal.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/twiggy-barbie-in-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 600px;" src="http://choogal.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/twiggy-barbie-in-box.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but mine will be PRETTIER than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'll sing better than her&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GcNNqNLIRR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GcNNqNLIRR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=GcNNqNLIRR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=GcNNqNLIRR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=GcNNqNLIRR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=GcNNqNLIRR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/GcNNqNLIRR/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/MGUexbD/music/I1mZG135/twiggy-good-for-you-too/"&gt;Good For You Too - Twiggy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1-800-IN-YOUR-DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lick ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;EX OW EX OW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-4381731781652791769?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/4381731781652791769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=4381731781652791769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4381731781652791769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/4381731781652791769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-twiggy-just-wiggly-twiggle-about-her.html' title='Oh, Twiggy. Just a wiggly twiggle about her'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJcqnN9cL-E/ScY83SewacI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Wt0RC4IFxSQ/s72-c/twiggy_whenithin_101b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2689234377678179941</id><published>2009-06-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:02:41.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure'/><title type='text'>dave days again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was loving this video, too, then. tapi video dave days sekarang much more exciting deh. oh iya watch til the end yee! kalo liat sekilas mah kaga keliatan serunya dimana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-2689234377678179941?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2689234377678179941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2689234377678179941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2689234377678179941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2689234377678179941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/dave-days-again.html' title='dave days again'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8891527078888191401</id><published>2009-06-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:02:50.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure'/><title type='text'>dave days at the first sight</title><content type='html'>aku pertama kali nonton tuh taun lalu, nonton yg 7things terus jadi nonton semuaaaaa. hahahhahahha habis lucu lucu biarpun ada beberapa yang perv tapi ya pervert in a funny way kok. nah ini aku post video dave days yang pertama kali aku tonton, which is the vids when he got me. tapi maaf sekali aku ngga subscribe&lt;br /&gt;second video i watch from dave days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; update&lt;/span&gt; : maaf second videonya ngga jadi karena uploadnya lamaaaa bgt. pokoknya video davedays yg nomer dua kutonton itu judulnya the nice kitty song, search sendiri ya &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwbTEOd-Nb0"&gt;clickitsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; update&lt;/span&gt; : videonya ngga ke upload semuanya. lama. jadi link nya ada deh, lain kali aja kalo lagi cepet internetnya, okaaaaay. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9geiPp9UFI0"&gt;KICK here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate miley, but i heart Dave. jadi yang 7things juga kupost deh, tapi vid yg baru baru cari sendiri di youtube ya. yg aku post cuma 2 videos when dave days got me.   setelah itu aku ngikutin terus video-videonya, bahkan ayahku kadang ikut nonton. but things change since Dave met LISANOVA. aaaaaaaaargh. but yeah, cant deny she's kinda hot, well.  tapi dave days itu orang pertama yang menginspirasi ai untuk jadi  dingding boom clap boom de clap de clap &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;a youtube celebritney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaah bundaaa beliin aku microphone yang bagus dan webcam dooooooooooooong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaagrh&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;oh iya aku lagi males deh posting Supermodel thingeey, padahal aku mau bikin post all about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twiggy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh lameo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;cheeeeeeeeeerioooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIPS AND FAREWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8891527078888191401?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8891527078888191401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8891527078888191401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8891527078888191401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8891527078888191401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/06/dave-days-at-first-sight.html' title='dave days at the first sight'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1637832608913945022</id><published>2009-05-25T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:03:11.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion and Beauty'/><title type='text'>ANTM Aussie</title><content type='html'>i told you rite? i am obsessed with AusNextTopModel thingy.But well, my current obsession is the 4th Cycle of ANTM.  yeah i love Leiden, Demelza, and Alexandra. The others are all so pretty top-to-toe-too, but well i found some of em are pathetically bitching all the time. Ada episode yang si Napoleon Perdis parah bgt ngatain si Kristy dikatain abis-abisan. Bayangin, di saat photoshoot dan harus menampilkan gaya terkewl mu, ada babe babe banci gayish butut bilang muka kamu tuh ancur! ga photogenic! Apa itu alis mencong sana sini! Muka kamu ancur ga beraturan, ga jelas arahnya kemana!  terus si photographer nya baikan, kan cewek juga, dia tetep moto-motoin, biar dapet gambar yang terbagus, tapi si Napoleonnya bilang, udah stop! Ganti!. kasian kan. akhirnya dia keluar dengan foto bertampang seperti domba. Hmm ngga juga sih. sebenernya dia cantik cantik aja tuh kubilang. Nasibnya aja yang rada sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya nih kukasih portfolio nya Leiden ya dia orangnya rada quirky dan boyish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;Leiden Kronemberger&lt;/h3&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;Age: 17 (08/02/89)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lives: Sydney, NSW  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="google-ad" style="float: right; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--// &lt;![CDATA[     OA_show(373); // ]]&gt; --&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; OXM_1b264401 = {"t":"&lt;div id="'beacon_92da533336'" style="'position:"&gt;&lt;img src="'http:\/\/d1.openx.org\/lg.php?bannerid="73584&amp;amp;campaignid="364&amp;amp;zoneid="373&amp;amp;loc="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.throng.com.au%2Faustralias-next-top-model%2Fleiden-kronemberger&amp;amp;cb="92da533336&amp;amp;bannerid="-1'" width="'0'" height="'0'" alt="''" style="'width:" /&gt;&lt;\/div&gt;","f":"&lt;a href="'http:\/\/d1.openx.org\/ck.php?oaparams="2__bannerid="73584__zoneid="373__cb="92da533336__oadest="http:\/\/www.throng.com.au\/blog\/alamela'" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http:\/\/c3.openx.org\/ae411e166e3e49f36098385638849686.jpg'" width="'300'" height="'250'" alt="''" title="''" border="'0'" /&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;div id="'beacon_92da533336'" style="'position:"&gt;&lt;img src="'http:\/\/d1.openx.org\/lg.php?bannerid="73584&amp;amp;campaignid="364&amp;amp;zoneid="373&amp;amp;loc="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.throng.com.au%2Faustralias-next-top-model%2Fleiden-kronemberger&amp;amp;cb="92da533336'" width="'0'" height="'0'" alt="''" style="'width:" /&gt;&lt;\/div&gt;"} &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://bid.openx.net/json?o=OXM_1b264401&amp;amp;pid=1d8e4c8b-9df0-4665-9f6c-37f27c44d8a2&amp;amp;tag_type=1&amp;amp;f=5&amp;amp;s=300x250&amp;amp;cb=1268634566"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://d1.openx.org/ck.php?oaparams=2__bannerid=73584__zoneid=373__cb=92da533336__oadest=http://www.throng.com.au/blog/alamela" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="beacon_92da533336" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d1.openx.org/lg.php?bannerid=73584&amp;amp;campaignid=364&amp;amp;zoneid=373&amp;amp;loc=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.throng.com.au%2Faustralias-next-top-model%2Fleiden-kronemberger&amp;amp;cb=92da533336" alt="" style="width: 0px; height: 0px;" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="indium__{random}" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d1.openx.org/fc.php?script=deliveryAdRender:oxIndium:in" alt="" style="width: 0px; height: 0px;" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height: 182cm  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Weight: 62kg   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hair: Brown   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eyes: Dark green   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Personal:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Leiden is currently unemployed, and says her biggest regret is leaving school before finishing year 12. She is unsure how she will go in the model house because she doesn’t like &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(49, 118, 175); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(49, 118, 175); font-size: 11px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;making new friends&lt;/span&gt;.  She also says she doesn’t get along with a lot of girls her age because she doesn’t ‘sugar coat’ things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leiden says she has mood swings, and describes herself as an outcast, loyal and headstrong. She likes to paint and draw, and spends a lot of time on the computer. She also loves her music. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.throng.com.au/images/antm/2008/leiden-kronemberger.jpg" alt="Leiden Kronemberger - Australia's Next Top Model 2008 contestant" style="float: right; margin-left: 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Modelling/Fashion:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leiden has done some casual work for friends, and has a good knowledge of the modelling industry but has never done any serious modelling. She thinks she should be AUSTRALIA’S NEXT TOP MODEL because of her ‘androgynous look’. According to Leiden, all the previous Top Model girls were ‘little gossip drama queens’. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leiden says she hates fashion trends, and describes her style as punk with a touch of gypsy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Personality:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Likes:  her cheekbones, ‘they are huge.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hates: her hands; dumb people that have nothing to say; &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(49, 118, 175); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(49, 118, 175); font-size: 11px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life motto: ‘Livin la Vida loca’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti kupost portfolio versiku sendiri yeaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1637832608913945022?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1637832608913945022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1637832608913945022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1637832608913945022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1637832608913945022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/antm-aussie.html' title='ANTM Aussie'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8592814313716129050</id><published>2009-05-25T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:06:11.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random writing'/><title type='text'>Masa-masa geolku di SD</title><content type='html'>aku menemukan cerita bikinan ku waktu SD,sepertinya sekitar  kelas 5 an karena waktu kelas 5 itu aku ikut basket dan agak terobsesi jadi tema ceritanya basket gitu deyh gelay deh pokoknya. dan cerita nya itu berseri, aku bacanya aja cekakak cekikik sendiri. maka anda sekalian silahkeun saksik&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative; 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top: -38px; width: 469px; height: 38px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elizabeth McKenzee atau Lizzie adalah seorang atlit yang terkenal paling pintar dan paling cantik diantara atlit seumurnya. Dia baru berumur 11 tahun.Dia bersekolah di Homcorf International School of Art and Sport.Jadi, terserah muridnya akan memilih seni atau olahraga tapi biarpun pilihannya berbeda, kelasnya tetap disatukan karena satu murid satu guru.Lizzie mengambil jurusan olahraga.Dia di kelas 1-Mozart. Dia memiliki tiga orang sahabat yaitu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rinelle Triavissi, dia sangat periang dan baik hati. Dia juga salah satu murid pintar yang ada di Homcorf School. Dia ambil jurusan seni khususnya memahat. Dia orang Itali&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Amerine Miyamoto, dia sangat manis dan tidak banyak omong. Dia salah satu murid populer di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Homcorf&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; karena kepandaiannya dalam Ikebana dan memasak . Dia ambil jurusan seni. Dia campuran Amrik-Jepang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rizella Kuinshell, dia anak yang sangat ceria dan agak tomboy. Dia salah satu murid yang populer karena kemahirannya bermain sepak bola. Dia ambil jurusan olahraga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dan juga memiliki 3 orang rival &amp;amp; mereka semua anggota gank yang bernama “Girlie,Girlie Gank” atau G3. Mereka pendiri ‘Austin Ames’ Fans Club.Yaitu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anettya Sonette D’ Ott(Sonette)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Binare Jenne Etoelle (Jenna)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Liora&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pitte Moztovids(Liora)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hari ini,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sekolah memberi pr untuk memberitakan pertandingan atau perlombaan yang diadadakan di klub-klub sekolah yaitu ‘Club Champion’ asalkan tidak sama dengan yang lain dan harus ada foto pertandingan yang diberitakan. Rin memilih untuk memberitakan kompetisi melukis, Amerina memilih untuk memberitakan kontes memasak, Riz memilih untuk memberitakan pertandingan tenis sedangkan Lizzie belum tahu apa yang akan dia beritakan karena hampir semua klub sudah ada yang memilih. Tetapi masih ada satu klub yang sama sekali tidak terkenal sehingga Lizzie lupa yaitu klub basket yang anggotanya pas banget 5 orang yaitu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Austin Ames, sebagai center. Ia salah satu anak pintar di sekolah. Dan ia sangat populer karena pintar dan tampan tapi ia lebih sering berada di lapangan sehingga jarang kelihatan jadi kurang banyak penggemar tetapi ia memang benci penggemar karena ia menganggap penggemar hanya mengganggu saja.Kelas 1-Mozart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;William Mosella, sebagai forward 1. Ia salah satu anak yang populer yang hanya bermodal tampang, sebenarnya berotak udang. Ia sangat suka penggemar terutama yang perempuan. Biarpun begitu, ia adalah pemain yang handal karena teknik dan kegesitannya.Kelas 1-Mozart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Daniel Rankerson, sebagai guard 1. Ia bukan salah satu anak populer, ia hanya kutu buku biasa tetapi kalau sudah di lapangan ia menjadi sangat keren dan hebat.Kelas 1-Mozart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Peter Pevensie, sebagai forward 2. Ia salah satu anak populer juga. Seharusnya ia menjadi center tetapi saat seleksi pemain, kakinya terkilir sehingga ia tidak bisa bermain maksimal. Ia anak yang paling baik dan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;paling pintar diantara semuanya.Ia juga paling ganteng sih.Ia yang paling tua, kelas 2-Beethoven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chad Curtis, sebagai guard 2. Salah satu anak populer juga tetapi berandal. Ia mengecat ram butnya yang coklat menjadi pirang, memakai anting serta membuat tato hampir di seluruh tubuhnya dan juga merokok padahal baru 1 SMP. Kelas 1-Mozart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Akhirnya Lizzie mendatangi klub basket dan meminta kapten klub untuk menandatangani &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; izin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lizzie berkata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, bisa minta tanda tangan? Ini untuk &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; izin pr berita.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt; berkata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;“Ya, asalkan kamun bayar Rp. 500.000. Karena kalo kamu disini nanti mengganggu. Oia, kamu nggak perlu bayar kalo kamu jadi manajer klub ini.Cuman sampe pertandingan kok..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lizzie berkata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;“Deal. Kalo gitu aku mulai besok. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.5in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Keesokan harinya, Lizzie harus mencuci seragam basketnya anak-anak klub, menyapu lapangan dan mencatat skor. Dan saat mereka latihan, Lizzie akan memotretnya sambil membuat laporan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 27pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lama kelamaan Lizzie terbiasa dan ia semakin mahir &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;bermain basket.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 27pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 27pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saat hari pertandingan tiba, Lizzie bangun pagi-pagi untuk membuat bekal untuk anggota klub. Ia berangkat ke lapangan sambil membawa bekal, laptop, handycam dan kamera digitalnya.Saat pertandingan akan dimulai, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; terkilir parah saat latihan sehingga tak dapat bermain, padahal tidak ada pemain pengganti. Mereka bisa-bisa terpaksa WO. Lalu, Lizzie menyarankan untuk memasukannya ke dalam tim, lagipula pemainnya nggak harus cowok semua. Setelah meyakinkan mereka bahwa ia bisa, Lizzie akhirnya dimasukkan ke dalam tim dan memakai kaus yang dilapisi seragam basket &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; yang kebesaran.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 27pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pertandingan nasional itu dimulai. Tim lawan meremehkan Lizzie. Tapi ternyata Lizzie mahir juga bermain basket. Ia banyak menyumbang point dengan dunk dan three point shoot. Saat waktu yang tersisa tinggal 30 detik dan skor Homcorf 53 sedangkan tim lawan 55 dan saat itu bola dipegang Lizzie dan Lizzie tidak bisa mengoper pada yang lain karena mereka semua terperangkap oleh tim lawan dan kalau Lizzie ngeshoot dari sana gak bakal masuk, Lizzie nggak bisa bergerak karena dikelilingi lawan, akhirnya Lizzie mencoba untuk shoot dan ternyata masuk dengan 3 poin. Akhirnya mereka menang. Itu adalah pertandingan basket pertama Lizzie. Ternyata Lizzie&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bakat main basket juga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA ceritanya masih sangat cetek sekali ya? mana klimaks dan antiklimaks?  tau tau udah menang aja. kaco. nama tokoh nya film semua lagi, austin ames, peter pevensie. EHH BENTAR DEH. Peter Pevensie bukannya yang di narnia ya? berarti udah ada narnianya, berarti kelas 6 dong? apa mungkin aku pernah ngubah nama namanya lagi ya pas kelas 6? ga tau ah. memang cerita yang tak jelas. oh iya ternyata ini ada 5 seri loh. gaul benjetss kan. ntar kupost lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8592814313716129050?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8592814313716129050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8592814313716129050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8592814313716129050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8592814313716129050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/masa-masa-geolku-di-sd.html' title='Masa-masa geolku di SD'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-6354683409400541194</id><published>2009-05-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:40:43.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today hilite</title><content type='html'>ya ampun postku yang today kok topiknya sangat kacau. pindah pindah ya dan aku malah gak nyeritain hal hal yang pentingnya nih. (well, just dont trust my words, sebenernya yang mau aku tulis juga ga penting sih)&lt;br /&gt;yaaaah jadi pas habis aku homespa sama bundaku, aku gangguin Carissa main internet, dia lagi chat gitu deh sama gianino, temen sebangkunya almira yang naksir almira. terus si gianino kita kerjain, sok sok kita chat pake english, tapi hebat lho ini anak kelas 5 sd berani telfon ke rumah dan ngomong ama ayahku.oh iya ini nih chat sok inggrisnya  gini&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: do you like almira?&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: yes. very. very much&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: why?&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: because very very much&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: why?? gua tanya kenapaaa?&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: karena dia imut alias cute terus cantik terus pipinya itu lhoo gue gemes deh&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: pipinya kaya tomat yak?&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: iyaa. eh si almira kok tidur mulu sih&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: iya dia kan sleeping beauty kaya aurora&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: Eh kirimin golden mystery box dong&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: ok&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: yang golden lho. GOLDEN&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: ya&lt;br /&gt;lalu ternyata gianino beneran ngasih golden mystery box dan isinya adalah baju Snow White&lt;br /&gt;Gianino: udah dapet blm?&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: udaaaaaaaah bagus bangeeeeeeeeeet lhooooo&lt;br /&gt; dan bla bla bla ngomongin almira suka cowok yang mainin biola terus si nino jadi pengen les biola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamat.&lt;br /&gt;penting tidak? gaul ya&lt;br /&gt;oke oke terus sambil carissa chat ama gianino, aku ol msn. nah ini dia nih  I feel butterflies, but not floating around inside, as jojo's song. ini butterflies in my stomach. kinda tingles kinda tickles. hahahhahhahahahaha sama kaya kalo naik apa tuh yang di dufan? too scary for me to remember. pokoknya yang jelas butterflied stomach nya sama deh. real storynya nggak disini ah, i'll let my chicken track tells it in my diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-6354683409400541194?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/6354683409400541194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=6354683409400541194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6354683409400541194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/6354683409400541194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-hilite.html' title='Today hilite'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-2853557781955458361</id><published>2009-05-21T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:26:45.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>this morning i woke up lazily, solat subuh, with a half opened eyes, then i fell asleep again in my room, but went awake on the couch, with my telly turned on and then i watched american idol, with my enthusiastly hiperbolic mom. Yeah she loves Kris Allen at the first sight. and the show was yeah,quite cool, i think. Adam performed with KISS and hell, it was so amazing. Not Adam. It's KISS.&lt;br /&gt;jadi begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam tampil lalu aku memulai konversasi dengan bundaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku: Ih males banget, masa baju dia spektakuler gitu bun. Ada kostumnya, si Kris masa tadi cuma nyanyi lagu country terus pake kemeja doang. panggungnya biasa banget&lt;br /&gt;Bunda: he eh ya. tapi lha ini si adam ya bosenin juga kok nyanyinya. Cuma kostum ama make up nya aja yang bagus&lt;br /&gt;Aku: ya sih tapi kan curang emerikan aidol nya nyediainnya dia kostum yang bagus bagus. ihh liat tuh matanya pake bulu mata palsu! ada glitternya lagi! tuhkan. tapi ga keren keren amat nyanyinya&lt;br /&gt;Bunda: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiba tiba di American Idol, dari atas tiba tiba turun panggung gede terus keluar api api gede, terus ada band aneh memakai cat muka kaya topeng as geol as kuburan band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bunda: Lhooo itu kiss kak!&lt;br /&gt;Aku: apaan?&lt;br /&gt;Bunda: Kiss itu lho! terkenal itu! Wiih top itu dulu&lt;br /&gt;Aku: ooh (memperhatikan kostum KISS yang ultra lebay, tapi serasi dengan kostum Adam sih, terus heels mereka, dan aku takjub deh ama hairdressernya, rambut kakek kakek bisa ditata mirip ama Amy Winehouse)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus tampilnya itu canggih lho, tapi Adamnya ga keren. Dia ketolong ama penampilan si KISS yang overacting to the max. Terus pas akhir akhirnya, keluar api api besar sama kincir air air besar, pokoknya kayak airmancur yang di GI gitu lah terus kewlest partnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si gitaris nya banting banting gitarnya dengan super gaul, tapi sayangnya gitar yang bentuk kapak ga ikut dibanting. dan kakek itu banting banting dan banting sampai akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lalalalalallalalalalaallaallalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;gitarnya putus.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;udah kebagi 2. tamat. dan itu kataku lebih kewl kuwl hot daripada guitar hero. kaya nonton guitar hero versi manusia deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nah habis itu yang laen laennya kebanyakan, pokoknya yang jelas Kris menang. Terus AI selesai selanjutnya are you smarter than a 5th grader tapi aku males males males banggets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yaudah aku main kom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;buka buka myspace, lookbook, twitter (masih gitu gitu doang bisanya, baru main), espin, terus ol msn, terus bored boredoooooooooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habis itu aku bosen, liat tv, adekku masih nyetel starworld terus ghost hunter ghost hunter gitu ga seru yaudah aku baca bobo aja, baru terbit lho minggu ini. terus bundaku manggil aku, van van vanvanvanvanvavnavnavanvan terus aku apaaaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;terus ibuku lagi apa?&lt;br /&gt;terus aku bilang mbaca bobo terus ibuku bilang sini terus aku nyamperin di kamar mandi sambil tetep bosen bosen bosennya kebawa ampe pas ngetik  ini nih&lt;br /&gt;nah ya terus bla bla blaaaaaaaaaaa ternyata ibuku lagi asik asik ber home spa gitu loch.&lt;br /&gt;jadi begini&lt;br /&gt;1. Rambut muka bibir pake madu&lt;br /&gt;2. Badan pake baby oil sama carrot scrub&lt;br /&gt;terus aku langsung ikutan deh, and for a million thousand zillion time i wanna say, twast me, it wowks! ultra soft terus glow in the sunshine ah gitu deh pokoknya worth a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaah yaudah gitu aja deh. aku kayaknya ga boleh lama lama dirumah nih. i began to be obsessed with ANTM(yang Aussie ), Nat Wolff, Blaine nya clover, dan pelem pelem orang sipit di celestial. Then i started a bad habit, maybe i could be addicted to coffee. Bukan yang pure juga kok dan bukan starbucks, bean, atau apa deh, cuma yang bubuk instan biasalah nescafe doang aku suka yang creamer, mix sama moka, dan bener lho ati ati kalo keseringan, aku sih mulai sering sejak 2 bulan yang lalu tapi ga tiap hari, makin lama makin sering terus rutin, rasanya pengeeeen terus. And the impact is, i often wake up with migrain. yeah pernah parah banget sampe aku ga bisa liat apapun yang terang, bahkan liat hp pun ga bisa, akhirnya aku craving ke toilet dan muntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh makin ga nyambung nih. aku emang ga niat post tapi lagi pengen nulis aja. sebaiknya post yang ini tak usah dibaca dulu ya sobat cilik, yang nulis lagi bukan aku, ini alter ego ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-2853557781955458361?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/2853557781955458361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=2853557781955458361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2853557781955458361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/2853557781955458361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1316249959167914368</id><published>2009-05-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:05:36.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure'/><title type='text'>Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Vincent_van_Gogh_1866.jpg/180px-Vincent_van_Gogh_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 222px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Vincent_van_Gogh_1866.jpg/180px-Vincent_van_Gogh_1866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FwUjSihDkI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FwUjSihDkI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=FwUjSihDkI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=FwUjSihDkI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=FwUjSihDkI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=FwUjSihDkI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/FwUjSihDkI/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/3YfX7ZE/music/uDN38Txu/joanna-wang-vincent/"&gt;Vincent - Joanna Wang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a song made by Don McLean, for Vincent van Gogh. AboutVincent's life, painting, and blahblahs other thing about him. I love this song, better when Joanna Wang sang this, yeah actually i just love her husky voice. But just check out this Vincent lyrics. which i think too heavy for me to understand. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/66/VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg/180px-VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 144px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/66/VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg/180px-VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;Paint your palette blue and gray&lt;br /&gt;Look out on a summer's day&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...&lt;br /&gt;Shadows on the hills&lt;br /&gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils&lt;br /&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;br /&gt;In colors on the snowy linen land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say, to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;And how you tried to set them free:&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen; they did not know how --&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_128.jpg/140px-Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 175px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_128.jpg/140px-Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze&lt;br /&gt;Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue&lt;br /&gt;Colors changing hue&lt;br /&gt;Morning fields of amber grain&lt;br /&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain&lt;br /&gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say, to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;And how you tried to set them free:&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen; they did not know how--&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you&lt;br /&gt;But still, your love was true&lt;br /&gt;And when no hope was left inside&lt;br /&gt;On that starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;You took your life as lovers often do--&lt;br /&gt;But I could've told you, Vincent:&lt;br /&gt;This world was never meant&lt;br /&gt;For one as beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, Starry night&lt;br /&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls&lt;br /&gt;Frameless heads on nameless walls&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Like the strangers that you've met&lt;br /&gt;The ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;br /&gt;The silver thorn, a bloody rose&lt;br /&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say, to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;And how you tried to set them free:&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen; they're not listening still--&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin otakku terlalu cetek dan inggrisku belom jago jadi aku gak ngerti. Paling taunya starry starry nightnya tentang lukisan dia yang 'The Starry Night' . Terus yang flaming flowers itu maksudnya lukisan dia yang 'Sunflowers'. yang laen laennya kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;the silver thorn of bloody rose aku bingung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1316249959167914368?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1316249959167914368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1316249959167914368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1316249959167914368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1316249959167914368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/vincent.html' title='Vincent'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1792861933356045210</id><published>2009-05-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:39:02.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion and Beauty'/><title type='text'>lil tips for gorgeous you and me yea</title><content type='html'>OH GOD! I THINK I'LL TURN TO A FAT PUPPY IF I KEEP ON DOING THIS&lt;br /&gt;yeah aku makan makan makan makan mulu! more than 4 times a day. belom lagi cemilannya. aih. but this morning i checked how far i did, ternyata beratku masih 55kg. yeah belom naik banyak. oh iya hampir lupa yang sebenernya pengen ku post ke sini adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Tips from many sources, special for you!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2008 at 12:00AM by Lindsey Schickner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/curly-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/curly-med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want natural, sexy waves without using a curling iron, take a shower at night, put your wet or damp hair in loose braids before you go to bed, and you will wake up with gorgeous, soft curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/ZA/sleep-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/ZA/sleep-med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;Always moisturize before going to bed. Even if you feel lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;e you are too tired, just remember that it will make a huge difference in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;he morning. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;our skin will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;that much softer, smoother, and healthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/braided-bun-gtl021207-240x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/braided-bun-gtl021207-240x312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;Take about one cup of mayonnaise and put it in your dry hair. Massage it through your scalp and then leave it in for 15 minutes before shampooing. This trick will get you super-soft hair. (Passport to Beauty by Shalini Vadhera). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/C2/girl-towel-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/C2/girl-towel-md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;If you need to take two showers a day but don't want to damage your hair with too much shampoo use, only put a little conditioner on the ends of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;r hair when you take that second shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Uj/zit-patrol-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Uj/zit-patrol-med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;Toothpaste totally works to get rid of pimples. Put a dab o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;f toothpaste on your pimple before you go to bed and it will be gone, or at least much less noticeable, in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Jr/girl-sleeping-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Jr/girl-sleeping-medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;At the end of the day when you are getting ready for bed, splash your face with about 15-20 splashes of ice cold water. The ice cold water will reduce puffiness and encourage smooth and healthy skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Fotolia_4096423_S-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.cosmogirl.com/cm/cosmogirl/images/Fotolia_4096423_S-med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prevcopy"&gt;Avoid putting conditioner on the roots of your hair, especially if your hair is really thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah segini dulu yaa! Tell me if it works, okaykay :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1792861933356045210?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1792861933356045210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1792861933356045210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1792861933356045210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1792861933356045210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/simply-beauty.html' title='lil tips for gorgeous you and me yea'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3482095238671571569</id><published>2009-05-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:06:17.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My self thingy'/><title type='text'>BORING POST</title><content type='html'>laying like a purry lazy cat in this empty wednesday morning, with nothing todo. then i bring my mind to a very short trance&lt;br /&gt;and these are  things i realized when i came back from a trance :&lt;br /&gt;1. my life is so empty. aku gak punya apa apa. well, maksudku bukan barang atau apa. but it's more about my personality. personality ku bobrok dan aku butuh aktualisasi diri&lt;br /&gt;2. aku gak punya banyak temen. emang sih basicly, im not a kind of bubbly ones. aku jarang bisa langsung blend in ke lingkungan yang baru. and that's why all friends of mine are only the choosen ones. yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. aku orang yang ngebosenin. and things i do are boring things. kaya sekarang, aku cuman main pet, posting blog dan download lagu&lt;br /&gt;4. selera musikku tua. iya emang dari kecil aku sukanya yang begitu sih. kadang kadang doang aku dengerin lagu yang rada upbeat atau powerpop, itu juga cepet bosen. aku suka lagu yang letoy dan relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;5 IM NOT STYLISH! dan kayaknya anything i wear looks totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe in my deep deep down soul, aku itu sosiopat, antisosial, pokoknya im not a type of social person. Emang sih, without my friends, i could be a girl i'm supposed to be. A nerdy with no friend. All i do is only reaaaaaaaaading and facing my computer.  Atau nonton dvd, baca koran, tidur-tiduran. Itu-itu aja yang aku kerjain di rumah, sejak kelas 2 sd. Dulu aku masih  main sama tetangga, sampe jadi gosong kaya areng. Lonely? Me? never. kalo aku butuh temen ngomong atau pengen cerita, aku bakal menuhin diaryku sama gambar-gambar dan coretan chicken track ku. Atau main barbie. My interaction with human is only yelling at everyone who passed me. Marah marah mulu. Dan di sekolah, aku tetep bertemen, dan masuk klik klik tertentu. Cieh. Tapi sekarang sih aku main sama semua orang, even sometimes my gloominess still overwhelm my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think i need a boy and a friend. Not boyfriend, d'uh. Boy friend. See? Ada spacenya. Maksudku aku pengen temen kaya gitu, yang ngajak aku ke gigs-gigs seru, doing silly yet fun chitchat, dan well, i like the fact that there will be no emotional fight with boy friend. Kalopun berantem atau apa, paling cuma 5 menit. Itu juga biasanya physically, bukan yang sedih sedih gitu. AAH i think i have to find one. Later, in highschool. Lagian seru kali kaya gitu dia bisa kasih advice ke kita kalo kita punya crush, bahkan bisa bantuin juga. Like a big brother. EH! mendingan big brother deh dari pada besties cowok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mungkin aku harus lebih cheerful lagi. And i'll do everything in a fun way&lt;br /&gt;9. Sebenernya pink-pink yang di pipiku itu karena sunburn. Haha bintik bintik kecil itu banyak dan pink terus jadi kayak blushed gitu. Padahal mah apaan itu alergi matahari&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a big neighbourhood of pimple and zitty zit on my face. Hebat bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih bengong gak pentingku menghasilkan tulisan tanpa tujuan dan cukup bertelay telay. oke deh itu aja ya byeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XOXO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vania&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/5956887342886702084-3482095238671571569?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3482095238671571569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3482095238671571569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3482095238671571569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3482095238671571569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring-posts.html' title='BORING POST'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-8651256187484262334</id><published>2009-05-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:06:28.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figure'/><title type='text'>finding the lost idol-crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/poze/bio/Billy+Gilman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/poze/bio/Billy+Gilman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah sudah lama tidak post sedikitpun karena ujian nasional thingy akhirnya aku menemukan topik post yang baru. jadi sebenernya beberapa hari yang lalu aku menemukan cd favoritku waktu sd dan tk seperti britney, sister2sister dan yang satu ini adalah my former cutie crush, billy gilman. me, myself, actually doesnt even remember his name. tapi setelah buka cd itu dan seeing how gorgeous he was, my old feelings bloom once again. alah omonganku berlebihan dikarenakan kebanyakan ngarang buat puisi english conpersesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, a tempo. back to topic, crushku yang ultra cutie ini namanya Billy Gilman. Mungkin sounds so uncool and not wtfg (wot e feri gawl- an amerindonesia slang made by dianintha andari), karena sebenernya dia itu penyanyi country.  dan aku baru tau sekarang, pas aku umur 14 tahun. padahal aku punya cd dia sejak taun 2000 dan dengerin cd itu hampir tiap hari (dulu). what a silly. yah mohon dimaklumi kalau tasteku masih agak kekanak kanakan, tapi gak papa sih. i am somewhat pedophile, i think. so far my ex crushes are some kind of dlf (dear little friend) type. childishly cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah ini dia some pics of him dari masih cutie pie sampe jadi gelay dan corny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/4012/00000000000000070579600nf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/4012/00000000000000070579600nf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ini cover cd nya bill yang aku punya, waktu itu dia umur 12 dan aku 5 tahun. sedih ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.classicmoviekids.com/images/g/gilman/billygilman305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 417px;" src="http://www.classicmoviekids.com/images/g/gilman/billygilman305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two word comment for this pic: dabelyuohdabelyu-- WOW woteferigelay&lt;br /&gt;full comment: aih posenya lebih dangdut dari ridho roma decccch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/gilmanators/billy324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/gilmanators/billy324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lumayan  untuk selera anak 5 taunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.videosforfamily.com/billy_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.videosforfamily.com/billy_2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulai gelay. kenapa? habis aku sukanya kalo masih kecil. lagian style macam apa itu, he dressed up like a Simon Cowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/GRAD2010_2007/billygilman_riiff06_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 417px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/GRAD2010_2007/billygilman_riiff06_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! hampir lebih jijik dari zefron. sangat menggelikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi intinya, times might change everything, jadi kalo anda merasa sekarang so fuckin cutie pretty bitty adorable, manfaat kan momen momen itu. nanti kalo udah jadi jelek kaya zefron gimana? tidak ada yang bisa menanggung. udah jelek, gelay, dan dating with a future porn star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;PS: post kali ini mungkin mengandung beberapa bahasa yang keji dan intinya tidak penting&lt;br /&gt;tapi cheers for reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaading yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOTTA &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KISSES&lt;/span&gt; FOR YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-8651256187484262334?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/8651256187484262334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=8651256187484262334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8651256187484262334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/8651256187484262334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-lost-idol-crush.html' title='finding the lost idol-crush'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-1793886759356411796</id><published>2009-04-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:19:14.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the art of peeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion and Beauty'/><title type='text'>the art of peeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/funny_halloween_costumes/large/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/funny_halloween_costumes/large/toilet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://furqonblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mr-toilet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 388px;" src="http://furqonblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mr-toilet.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti yang anda tahu, 3 hari tanpa beol adalah hari-hari yang akan sangat menderita. anda akan didera kepiluan yang menyiksa diri anda dengan pikiran pikiran dan stressor dari perut anda yang ingin beol, tapi tak kuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan setelah menahan beol 3 hari, anda pulang ke rumah dan menggandeng pacar lalu bertemu mama anda&lt;br /&gt;anda: Mah, mamah, aku punya masalah...&lt;br /&gt;(mengelus perut dan menggandeng pacar lebih erat)&lt;br /&gt;mamah: APAA??&lt;br /&gt;(dengan agak sangat hiperbolistic)&lt;br /&gt;anda: udah 3 hari.. aku...&lt;br /&gt;mamah: (tegang)&lt;br /&gt;pacar: (muka ngeden)&lt;br /&gt;anda: aku susah buang air besar&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba sebuah suara entah dari mana muncul:&lt;br /&gt;Anda susah buang air besar? atasi dengan obat niiiiitbeol semuanya lancar, celana jadi longgar! ting! (krisdayanti muncul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah itu tadi adalah sedikit gabungan dari iklan iklan pelancar perbeolan di Indonesia. cukup kreatip, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;sekarang orang biasanya menghabiskan setidaknya 5 menit untuk beol. dan saya baru saja kemarin mendapatkan tips menjadi kurus dan membuang racun dari salah seorang sepupu yang berbadan bagus, mau tahu? jadi begini:&lt;br /&gt;1. pertama van, kamu harus pikirin semua isi badan kamu, dan apa aja yang kamu makan hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;2. udah? lalu pilah pilah makanan mana yang kamu makan hari itu yang menurut kamu bermanfaat dan mana yang sampah&lt;br /&gt;3. bayangkan makanan yang kamu anggap bermanfaat itu lagi diserap terus makanan yang sampah itu jalan jalan di perut dan akhirnya, plung.&lt;br /&gt;4. dengarkan lah suara plung itu. itu dia. the baby has born. that's the pee of joy.&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onari&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eksi: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bila anda tak mendengar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plung miracle itu, pikirkan yang tadi saya suruh. dengarkan sugesti dari saya&lt;br /&gt;Tengkyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tujuan Observasi: &lt;/span&gt;Membuang yang tidak penting dari tubuh anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tips kedua,Let's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pee with style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berikut ini adalah hal hal yang sering saya lakukan dikala beol dan ingin menghemat waktu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Membaca majalah. biasanya aku melakukan ini untuk menghindari mata ku menjelajah ke spot spot seram di kamar mandi ku. biasanya aku takut sekali loch ngeliat kaca dan bolongan toilet&lt;br /&gt;2. Mengerjakan soal. usahakan jangan soal yang susah, seperti Mtk atau Fisika, itu akan mempersulit ngeden anda. disarankan mengerjakan B.ing atau tts supaya yang keluar itu Calm and Soft&lt;br /&gt;3. Chat. sangat berfungsi.twast mi, it wowks! (trust me, it works!) apa lagi kalo henponmu nyemplung ke asshole, wah kesempatan minta hape baru! kalo bb ga bisa, kan hole  for your pee nya gak cukup. kalo assholenya mah ya cukuplah&lt;br /&gt;4.Buka Fb ya asal jangan terlalu betah aja&lt;br /&gt;5. Sikat gigi, biar sekalian ga buang buang waktu di wastafel&lt;br /&gt;6. Terakhir tapi bukan kecuali, percaya pada yang di atas.Allah mencintai umatnya yang bertawakal, if you feel it hurts you so bad to excrete the MiraclePee, berdoalah. jangan percaya bahwa di toilet ga boleh berdoa! mana mungkin begitu, Tuhan mendengar doa kita dimana saja. Tuhan ada dimana mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang you for reaaaaaaaaading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-1793886759356411796?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/1793886759356411796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=1793886759356411796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1793886759356411796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/1793886759356411796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-peeing.html' title='the art of peeing'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-3653305801852844561</id><published>2009-04-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:41:03.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tugas Sekolah'/><title type='text'>tugas TIK sekolah (just skip this if you're not my teacher, just SKIP OKAY KAY :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.web-ideas.com.au/uploads/93/graphic_design.jpg"&gt;()&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.web-ideas.com.au/uploads/93/graphic_design.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/51435/projects/83184/514351207158271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 347px;" src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/51435/projects/83184/514351207158271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definisi Desain Grafis: adalah salah satu bentuk seni lukis (gambar) terapan yang memberikan kebebasan kepada sang desainer (perancang) untuk memilih, menciptakan, atau mengatur elemen rupa seperti ilustrasi, foto, tulisan, dan garis di atas suatu permukaan dengan tujuan untuk diproduksi dan dikomunikasikan sebagai sebuah pesan. Gambar maupun tanda yang digunakan bisa berupa tipografi atau media lainnya seperti gambar atau fotografi. Desain grafis umumnya diterapkan dalam dunia periklanan, packaging, perfilman, dan lain-lain. &lt;p&gt;Desain Grafis juga merupakan ilmu yang mempelajari tentang media untuk menyampaikan informasi, ide, konsep, ajakan dan sebagainya kepada khalayak dengan menggunakan bahasa visual. Baik itu berupa tulisan, foto, ilustrasi dan lain sebagainya. Desain grafis adalah solusi komunikasi yang menjembatani antara pemberi informasi dengan publik, baik secara perseorangan, kelompok, lembaga maupun masyarakat secara luas yang diwujudkan dalam bentuk komunikasi visual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nah itu tadi diambil dari : http://simpanglima.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/devinisi-desain-grafis/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sementara menurut saya sendiri anak anak yang masih awam  desain grafis itu adalah imajinasi dan kreatifitas yang dituangkan sebebas bebasnya untuk menyampaikan sesuatu pada orang lain/ publik. haha gaya banget ya? gak tau itu kan menurut aku kayanya gitu. oke lanjut deh pak anto ini saya pake read more lho biar gaul bagi yang mau baca postingku yang sebenarnya, liat edisi edisi yang dahulu (halah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pak yang ini saya curi dari ilmugrafis.com&lt;br /&gt;Adobe Photohop adalah program image editing yang luar biasa, Photoshop dapat memanipulasi foto dan membuat imajinasi dan gambaran lain dari foto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah kita mulai langkah-langkahnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pilih satu gambar  yang enak di kotak-katik aja. Saya memilih yang satu ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/7-pf34.gif" border="1" width="236" height="318" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/1-pf34.jpg" target="_blank" class="four"&gt;Download Gambar&lt;/a&gt; -  Save di Komputer - para teman-teman di  pinoy.^^&lt;br /&gt;Dan manipulasi  yang saya lakukan yaitu “menghilangkan kepala”!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lakukan duplikasi menjadi layer dan  diberi nama pada layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/9-pf34.gif" border="1" width="194" height="171" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada background lakukan hidden dengan  menghilangkan gambar mata pada layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lakukan pennyeleksian pada gambar yang  akan di manupulasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/2-pf34.jpg" border="1" width="201" height="163" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilih Quick Selection Tool untuk melakukan  penyeleksian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Arahkan pointer pada  daerah kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/6-pf34.jpg" border="1" width="291" height="217" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klik untuk lakukan penyeleksian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tekan delete untuk  menghapus hasil seleksi. Pastikan layer depan aktif.&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya: &lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/11-pf34.gif" border="1" width="344" height="247" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Non aktif kan seleksi, dengan menekan Ctrl+D,  deselection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/3-pf34.gif" border="1" width="250" height="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjutkan  dengan ‘penambalan’ hasil potongan kepala dengan cara cloning pada layer depan.Pilih Clone Stamp Tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Setelah memilih Clone  Stamp Tool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/6-pf34.jpg" border="1" width="291" height="217" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tekan Alt setelah keluar tanda seperti yang di atas klik pada gambar yang akan di ambil kloningnya. Atur opacity 75% dan flow 75% (sesuai kebutuhan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lakukan  cloning perlahan-lahan dengan mengambil kloningan gambar yang  paling  dekat dengan daerah ‘penambalan’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/5-pf34.gif" border="1" width="207" height="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klik  kanan,atur hardness 0%, diameter ikuti daerah cloning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/13-pf34.gif" border="1" width="260" height="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Setelah  cloning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/14-pf34.gif" border="1" width="318" height="235" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti gambar di atas itu sudah cukup.Untuk hasil yang maksimal dalam cloning atur opacity lebih kecil dan diameter lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Langkah berikut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/15-pf34.gif" border="1" width="185" height="95" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aktifkan pen tool, dan lakukan create Anchor point pada kerah baju seperti gambar  di bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/8-pf34.jpg" border="1" width="485" height="274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atur warna menyerupai warna baju dengan memakai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/16-pf34.gif" border="1" width="172" height="92" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyedropper tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Setelah menutup anchor point, pilih menu  layer-Resterize-Shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/17-pf34.gif" border="1" width="206" height="178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubah nama layer menjadi kerah.Tekan ctrl dan klik pada layer kerah untuk  mendapatkan seleksi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/10-pf34.jpg" border="1" width="205" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerah terseleksi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Aktifkan  Brush Tool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/18-pf34.gif" border="1" width="146" height="96" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan pilih warna dengan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/19-pf34.gif" border="1" width="410" height="213" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color  picker lebih yang lebih gelap 30% sepertiyang dilingkar merah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Sapukan brush pada bagian dalam kerah,  sehingga nampak mempunyai luang kerahnya seperti gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/20-pf34.gif" border="1" width="221" height="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekan Ctrl+D setalh selesai brushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14  Untuk langkah terakhir lakukan bluring  dengan Blur  tool pada sisi luar kerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/2-pf34.gif" border="1" width="217" height="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil Akhirnya: Kurang Lebih seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="stlyletable1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilmugrafis.com/photoshop/p_foto_34/4-pf34.jpg" alt="rekayasa foto" border="1" vspace="2" width="360" height="468" hspace="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nah itu tadi contoh karya, sekarang definisi adobe photoshop&lt;/p&gt;Adobe Photoshop merupakan sebuah software yang berfungsi sebagai image editor.&lt;br /&gt;Adobe Photoshop dapat digunakan untuk membuat gambar maupun mengedit gambar.&lt;br /&gt;Editor Gambar atau Image editor dapat dibagi menjadi 2 jenis, paint program dan&lt;br /&gt;draw program. Paint program menghasilkan gambar dalam format bitmap atau raster.&lt;br /&gt;Paint Program diukur berdasarkan satuan pixel. Contoh dari Paint Program adalah&lt;br /&gt;sauan pixel. Contoh dari paint program adalah adobe photoshop dan macromedia&lt;br /&gt;fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan draw program merupakan jenis editor gambar yang menghasilkan file gambar&lt;br /&gt;dalam format vektor. Contoh dari editor ini adalah macromedia freehand dan Adobe&lt;br /&gt;Ilustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dari situs lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adobe Photoshop&lt;/b&gt;, atau biasa disebut &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, adalah perangkat lunak editor citra buatan Adobe Systems yang dikhususkan untuk pengeditan foto/gambar dan pembuatan efek. Perangkat lunak ini banyak digunakan oleh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fotografer" title="Fotografer"&gt;fotografer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital" title="Digital"&gt;digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; dan perusahaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iklan" title="Iklan"&gt;iklan&lt;/a&gt; sehingga dianggap sebagai pemimpin pasar (&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;market leader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) untuk perangkat lunak pengolah gambar, dan, bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adobe_Acrobat" title="Adobe Acrobat"&gt;Adobe Acrobat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, dianggap sebagai produk terbaik yang pernah diproduksi oleh Adobe Systems. Versi kedelapan aplikasi ini disebut dengan nama Photoshop CS, versi sembilan disebut Photoshop CS2 dan terakhir ini adalah Adobe Photoshop CS3 (Creative Suite).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Photoshop tersedia untuk &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft_Windows" title="Microsoft Windows"&gt;Microsoft Windows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mac_OS_X" title="Mac OS X"&gt;Mac OS X&lt;/a&gt;, dan &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mac_OS" title="Mac OS"&gt;Mac OS&lt;/a&gt;; versi 9 ke atas juga dapat digunakan oleh sistem operasi lain seperti &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linux" title="Linux"&gt;Linux&lt;/a&gt; dengan bantuan perangkat lunak tertentu seperti &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=CrossOver&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="CrossOver (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;CrossOver&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photoshop dapat menerima penggunaan beberapa model warna:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=RGB_color_model&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="RGB color model (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;RGB color model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lab_color_model&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Lab color model (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;Lab color model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=CMYK_color_model&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="CMYK color model (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;CMYK color model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Grayscale&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Grayscale (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;Grayscale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Binary_image&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Binary image (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;Bitmap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Duotone&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Duotone (halaman belum tersedia)"&gt;Duotone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbqbpSf2BF0/SdjIvFkPy_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XvjlAJEUrhI/s1600-h/untitled33000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321223671011855346" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 317px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbqbpSf2BF0/SdjIvFkPy_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XvjlAJEUrhI/s320/untitled33000.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbqbpSf2BF0/SdjIAxC5iKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sDcnROQGQoo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321222875229292706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 245px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbqbpSf2BF0/SdjIAxC5iKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sDcnROQGQoo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Menu Bar, berisi perintah utama untuk membuka file, save, mengubah ukuran gambar, filter dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Option, berisi pilihan dari tool yang Anda pilih. Misalnya dipilih kuas/brush, maka ukuran/diameter brush ada di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C : Gambar, menampilkan gambar yang sedang dibuat atau diedit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Pallete Well, cara cepat untuk mengakses palet brushes, tool resets dan Layer Comps. Juga dapat digunakan untuk meletakkan palet yang sering digunakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Toolbox, berisi tool untuk menyeleksi dan memodifikasi gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : Palette, berisi jendela-jendela kecil yang di dalamnya terdapat perintah dan pilihan untuk dokumen/gambar yang sedang dikerjakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;File formats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Photoshop memiliki kemampuan untuk membaca dan menulis gambar berformat raster dan vektor seperti .png, .gif, .jpeg, dan lain-lain. Photoshop juga memiliki beberapa format file khas:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;.PSD&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Photoshop Document&lt;/i&gt;) format yang menyimpan gambar dalam bentuk &lt;i&gt;layer&lt;/i&gt;, termasuk teks, &lt;i&gt;mask&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;opacity&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blend mode&lt;/i&gt;, channel warna, channel alpha, &lt;i&gt;clipping paths&lt;/i&gt;, dan setting duotone. Kepopuleran photoshop membuat format file ini digunakan secara luas, sehingga memaksa programer program penyunting gambar lainnya menambahkan kemampuan untuk membaca format PSD dalam perangkat lunak mereka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;.PSB'&lt;/b&gt; adalah versi terbaru dari PSD yang didesain untuk file yang berukuran lebih dari 2 &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gigabita" title="Gigabita"&gt;GB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;.PDD&lt;/b&gt; adalah versi lain dari PSD yang hanya dapat mendukung fitur perangkat lunak PhotshopDeluxe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tool dalam Adobe Photoshop adalah alat yang dapat membantu pengguna dalam mengedit. Adobe Photoshop CS3 memilikit 59 tool yang dapat dipakai oleh pengguna. Tool - tool tersebut terdiri dari berbagai macam tool dengan kegunaan yang spesifik. Beberapa tool - tool yang ada di Photoshop antara lain :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;History Brush Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eraser Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Path Selection Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Direct Selection tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pen Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shape Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brush Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audio Annotation Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyedropper Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measure Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand Tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah ah segini dulu kalo kurang silahkan tulis di comment saja pak&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956887342886702084-3653305801852844561?l=mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/feeds/3653305801852844561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956887342886702084&amp;postID=3653305801852844561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3653305801852844561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956887342886702084/posts/default/3653305801852844561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mia-storia-damora.blogspot.com/2009/04/tugas-tik-sekolah.html' title='tugas TIK sekolah (just skip this if you&apos;re not my teacher, just SKIP OKAY KAY :))'/><author><name>Wanhia Iwnanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03493466455041502061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aq0Xf3ymUcs/S-3pOjt8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CoIr6b9jLNo/S220/guslove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbqbpSf2BF0/SdjIvFkPy_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/XvjlAJEUrhI/s72-c/untitled33000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956887342886702084.post-4186593823939766149</id><published>2009-04-01T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:06:51.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion and Beauty'/><title type='text'>the runways' winningest new model</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="intro"&gt; With the return of the old guard—Tatjana Patitz, Tasha Tilberg, Adriana Lima, etc.—and smaller castings due to recessionary constraints, it was tougher than ever for up-and-comers to stake a claim this season. Here, Style.com's favorite new faces. &lt;em&gt;—Romney Leader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/" style="font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(93, 152, 186);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div id="thumbs"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5792"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb01.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6452"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6252"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb03.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5992"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb04.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6213"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb05.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5952"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb06.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5632"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb07.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5732"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb08.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6192"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb09.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person4212"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/images/trendsshopping/stylenotes/033009_Top_Ten_Models/thumb10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;h5&gt;1. alla kostromicheva (women direct)&lt;/h5&gt;      &lt;p&gt;After some impressive cameos on the Spring catwalks, this arresting Ukrainian stomped onto the New York scene with appearances at Alexander Wang and Donna Karan. A streak in Paris yielded the first-exit honors at Yves Saint Laurent and Alexander McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5792"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;h5&gt;2. anna de rijk (dna)&lt;/h5&gt;      &lt;p&gt;A lucky break on a Dutch reality show led this runway newbie from top London castings (Christopher Kane, Jaeger) to the most enviable shows in Milan and Paris. A moon-shaped face and a cleft chin are her standout features.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6452"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;h5&gt;3. dorothea barth jorgensen (women direct)&lt;/h5&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Beguiling eyes and a Cupid's bow mouth helped this Stockholmer parlay the grand prize in a Swedish modeling contest into a runway takeover. Proenza Schouler, Marc Jacobs, Prada, and Chanel were just a few of her blue-chip Fall bookings.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person6252"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;h5&gt;4. hanna rundlof (marilyn)&lt;/h5&gt;      &lt;p&gt;With a look that reminds us of a young Cate Blanchett, this fresh-faced Swede was a steady presence on the Fall catwalks. Turns at Calvin Klein, Jil Sander, and Dries Van Noten (the latter of which she opened) are just the start of good things.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/peopleparties/modelsearch/person5992"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;h5&gt;5. jac (img)&lt;/h5&gt;      &lt;p&gt;This Poland native caused quite a stir when she landed a succession of covers and an Hermès campaign at just 13. T
