<?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-4387589373639443853</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:54:32.928+07:00</updated><category term='opening'/><category term='curhat'/><title type='text'>Circus!</title><subtitle type='html'>by Astrid Emia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.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-4387589373639443853.post-1569657574132089482</id><published>2010-04-22T22:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:21:24.654+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goodbye, at last</title><content type='html'>People,&lt;div&gt;sorry to say this but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this blog is officially closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already packed and ready to move to &lt;a href="http://astridemia.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.astridemia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for every comments and suggests and advices and critics here, &lt;b&gt;I really am appreciate it&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you don't mind, sorry to bother you, but if it's possible, you may change my url on your blogroll. Thanks a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciao&amp;amp;kisses, &lt;b&gt;Astrid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1569657574132089482?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1569657574132089482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1569657574132089482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1569657574132089482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1569657574132089482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-at-last.html' title='A Goodbye, at last'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4050500162437327620</id><published>2010-02-16T22:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:21:11.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So-Called Love Letter</title><content type='html'>Just those days I think I'm going to giving up, you ask me the question I've been waiting for.&lt;div&gt;Just those days I'm about to leave, I'm about to left it all behind, you ask me the question I was dying to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, that date, finally I know you're mine. Finally I declare to the world, we're official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the time goes by, days come and go, every message you sent, every message I replied. Every night we spent by the phone, every words we spoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel grateful, I am grateful. I have you here, I have you everywhere I go--inside this tiny mind, this tiny heart-shaped hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure we have some stumbling blocks, of course we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this faith I'm holding to, this newbie relationship we should run into is a prove. A prove to the world that you and I is a packet. A packet of cheeseburger and coke, sushi and wasabi, scarf and Hermes, perfume and Chanel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am imperfect, I am. I really thank you for giving me a chance. Thanks for loving me back, thanks for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4050500162437327620?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4050500162437327620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4050500162437327620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4050500162437327620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4050500162437327620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-called-love-letter_16.html' title='So-Called Love Letter'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3599279701632745734</id><published>2010-01-14T22:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:16:48.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Goodnight. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams. See you in the morning.... could you give me a tiny smile, please? If it's too big, I can't sleep. It's too irresistible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-Astrid-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3599279701632745734?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3599279701632745734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3599279701632745734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3599279701632745734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3599279701632745734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4283222573999933502</id><published>2009-12-29T15:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:41:31.667+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood, and the joy of birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2n0shnn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/6jhmwi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2l89d0x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/23wrw5i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/5p08dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/es91ty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/w81bhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/25ak93p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/x4eqhj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/30iknf9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/5cddzb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2yvw137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch: &lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; -- blazer: &lt;strong&gt;thrift&lt;/strong&gt; -- tank top: &lt;strong&gt;GAP body&lt;/strong&gt; -- skirt: &lt;strong&gt;Gaudi&lt;/strong&gt; -- sling blag: &lt;strong&gt;Hilly&lt;/strong&gt; -- shoes: &lt;strong&gt;Converse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Birthdaaaay for my greatest-grandma-in-this-world-forever-more! she's turning 63 this 26th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/213hitc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4283222573999933502?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4283222573999933502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4283222573999933502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4283222573999933502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4283222573999933502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/12/sisterhood-and-joy-of-birthday.html' title='Sisterhood, and the joy of birthday'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/2n0shnn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8424091127606758893</id><published>2009-12-27T21:31:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:50:02.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag &amp; That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/23jrceb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/6qa350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/33cqdsp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2cdox0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/517cy8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/107s28z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2qwoeqb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/neesky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm using the same concept as Talita did for her post. Sorry, girl, can't help it :p too cute to be true hehehehe. &lt;div&gt;So, I'll pass this post to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missonic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Onic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovablejane.wordpress.com/"&gt;How Do You Do?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuddyduddyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuddy Duddy World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://full-clothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Come Thrifting With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefashionduo.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Fashion Duo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ribbonyboo.com/"&gt;.Ribbonyboo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://febrinautamiputri-redpumpshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Red Pump Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You can have the stamp &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-EM49-AFfI/SzGAgWINL3I/AAAAAAAAAn8/rOPZN4ymZJs/s1600-h/2nb4ys6.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! *wink wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8424091127606758893?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8424091127606758893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8424091127606758893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8424091127606758893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8424091127606758893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/12/tag-that.html' title='Tag &amp; That'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/23jrceb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-341104624219448482</id><published>2009-12-14T13:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:55:58.674+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tres parfait!</title><content type='html'>Look at my new aw-may-zing header!!!! Big-huge-super-lots-of THANKS for my dearest darling girl, Talita (&lt;a href="http://talitanatalia.blogspot.com/"&gt;From Your Eyeglasses&lt;/a&gt;) *wink wink*&lt;div&gt;Well, then. I've been absent for days and weeks. Sorry, cause honestly I bored. Hehe. And yes, now I'm facing my holidaaaay! How good is that? So, I have a lot of time for blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How ya doing, fashion bloggers?&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;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-341104624219448482?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/341104624219448482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=341104624219448482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/341104624219448482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/341104624219448482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/12/tres-parfait.html' title='tres parfait!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7459318129985976604</id><published>2009-11-14T20:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:00:31.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, after a month!</title><content type='html'>I should really update my closet. It's been so long since I bought new things for my closet. Shopping-spree, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7459318129985976604?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7459318129985976604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7459318129985976604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7459318129985976604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7459318129985976604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-after-month.html' title='Update, after a month!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7489715639669046477</id><published>2009-10-14T16:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:48:33.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cause when you're &lt;strong&gt;fifteen&lt;/strong&gt; and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're &lt;strong&gt;fifteen&lt;/strong&gt; feeling like there's nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Well, count to ten, take it in&lt;br /&gt;This is life before you know who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifteen&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Taylor Swift-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;October 13th 2009, I'm officially 15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7489715639669046477?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7489715639669046477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7489715639669046477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7489715639669046477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7489715639669046477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6361814676598519867</id><published>2009-10-04T00:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:04:20.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; HEIGHT: 382px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030638.jpg" width="738" height="679" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030686.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 530px; HEIGHT: 448px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030686.jpg" width="651" height="733" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=buatblog2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; HEIGHT: 366px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/buatblog2.jpg" width="623" height="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6361814676598519867?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6361814676598519867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6361814676598519867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6361814676598519867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6361814676598519867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-night-blast.html' title='Thursday night blast'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5877299726370815486</id><published>2009-09-19T00:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:12:59.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Givency got it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=givency.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="givency" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/givency.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Givency Shoes -- Open Toe Lace Up Booties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ultrachic! I LOOOOOOOVE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;At least, it makes me feel better after the &lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt; last Thursday. Too sad to say, it costs &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$1195&lt;/span&gt;! It's about &lt;strong&gt;eleven million rupiahs&lt;/strong&gt;, which is &lt;em&gt;means&lt;/em&gt;, I can't afford it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5877299726370815486?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5877299726370815486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5877299726370815486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5877299726370815486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5877299726370815486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/09/givency-got-it.html' title='Givency got it'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4767621927121948653</id><published>2009-09-17T15:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:00:42.908+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>You'll never know how much I miss you. You won’t see it in my face. You'll never know that I'll never find another guy that could take your place.... 'Cause I'll be smiling when I see you. No, my tears won't ever show. I might always love you, but you're never going to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you. I need that guy who can make me laugh just by the way he says hello when I pick up the phone. The guy who makes my hands shake when I'm sitting next to him. And the guy who isn't afraid to keep hugging me when I'm not ready to let go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the heart to hurt you, that's the last thing I want to do, but I don't have the heart to love you.... not the way you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for her to understand, but she wont understand at all, she waits all night for him to call, but he wont call anymore, he wait to hear her say "forgive," but she just drops her pearl black eyes, and prays to hear him say "I love you," but he won't tell her no more lies he waits for her to sympathize, but she wont sympathize at all, she waits all night to feel his kiss, but always wakes alone, he waits to hear her say "forget," but she just hangs her head in pain, and prays to hear him say "no more, I'll never leave again," How did we get this far apart? I thought this love would last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day that you asked me to let you go. You were slowly walking away and I asked &lt;strong&gt;"wasn't my love good enough?"&lt;/strong&gt; then you turned around and said, &lt;strong&gt;"No.... it was too much”&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't cry much when you went away. I told you I can move on and I will be okay. I said I was happy when you found someone new. The sad thing is you believed me even if I didn't want you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't intentionally break my heart; you even said you were sorry. But I cried anyway… I know the truth that you're too scared to admit, you're with her, but when you look at me, you can't remember her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grab her hand as I walk by; our glance becomes a stare. The tension that remains with us is more than I can bear. &lt;strong&gt;You cannot keep pretending that I mean nothing to you, because I see it in your eyes. And only eyes are true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die tonight, and the reason remain unknown, tell not to the whole world, but to the one I love that I died of a broken heart. Not because he loved me too little, but because I loved him too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think life would be easier without all these feelings that make living so complicated. There would be no hate, no anger, no jealousy, no fear. But there would also be no love, no joy, no hope, and let me repeat, no love. That's the kicker you see. A life without love is an endless monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love somebody and then you don’t love them anymore. But if you really love somebody, you always love them, don’t you? Isn't there always some small part of you that still reads their horoscope in the paper every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked you to kill me, I never expected this. Here I lay, once a joyous and happy soul, now only an empty nothing that once was but never will be again. You murdered me in the worst possible way: a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be hard to watch someone you love change before your very eyes and know you can't do anything about it, but it must be heartbreaking to remember the way they once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an eclipse; if you wait for it long enough, it's bound to happen.... but you have to wonder if it's worth it, because it just leaves you in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say to follow your heart but what they don't tell you…. is that, just because you follow your heart, it doesn't mean there'll be a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you two together, my heart breaks in half. Not because I hate her, and not because she doesn't deserve you. It's not because I still love you. &lt;strong&gt;It's because I always told you that you deserve the best, and now I'm afraid that you've found it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like setting yourself on fire hoping not to get burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen in love, but knew they did not care? Have you ever felt like crying, but knew you'd get nowhere? Have you ever watched them walk away, not wanting them to go? And whispered 'I love you' softly, not wanting them to know? You cried all night in misery and almost went insane. There's nothing in this world that causes so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see someone you love ignoring you, it also hurts to see that he doesn't feel your love. But it hurts even more to know that he loves you too, and just doesn't want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hate me as much as I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, hearts change; I know they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you become the victim of a hateful heart, trust your soul and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's amazing how much somebody can break your heart and still you love them with every broken piece of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me up and we talked about the person you love and how perfect she is and there was silence. I was trying to stop my tears from breaking as I uttered the most difficult reply I've ever made.... &lt;strong&gt;I'm happy for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a little kid again, scraped knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that hurts more than a broken heart is knowing, if you had the choice to do it all over again, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was with you everything was perfect, I would forget every trouble and problem... I'd even forget to breathe. Now you're gone and every trouble and problem seems bigger than the world. I hate it without you... I hate remembering to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t understand why I like you. I know I can’t have you, but I still want you. I know that you’ll never want me the way I want you. But I just keep dreaming, knowing that I can’t have you and it hurts but I continue dreaming, and so does the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's someone else I'm finally thinking of. Someone else's smile is taking over my heart. I'm trying so hard not to let you know that I still am trying to let go. I'll be damned if I let you know.... that I still find it hard to sleep at night. Someone else is making me smile but that doesn't mean I haven't stopped crying for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://kermitqueen2005.tripod.com/id24.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, umm, maybe it sounds &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt; (I EVEN google a broken-heart-quotation website! Gawd.).......... but, this is how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4767621927121948653?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4767621927121948653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4767621927121948653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4767621927121948653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4767621927121948653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4063396233182505224</id><published>2009-08-24T16:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:05:11.915+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online all the time: Youth &amp; New Media. The impact of social networking and the online world on Indonesian culture</title><content type='html'>Internet is a media to exchange information from one to another. To keep close even when you’re miles away. We all know there are some social-networking websites. Such as Facebook, Friendster, Twitter, Myspace, etc. When I was chatting with some friends in a conference chat, I asked them, “How often do you check your Facebook or Twitter?” and they answered with one same word, “everyday”.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I’m one of them too. After school, I sit in front of my laptop and directly sign-in to Windows Live Messenger and reply some walls on Facebook. I’m addicted to this. To this kind of urban habit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, our parents give us this internet facility to accommodate our study needs. Such as, looking for some meanings in Google, or exchange information one to another. But, most of the time, we use it for our virtual social life.&lt;br /&gt;For me, those social-networking websites are good ideas to expand knowledge and intercommunication with others. Like, you meet someone from England on Omegle. Talking about their culture, the way they interact to each other, their favorite hang-out sites, etc.&lt;br /&gt;From the internet, we can see lots of people wearing some open clothes. These days, Indonesian people act like them. Like, posting some bikini-moment in their accounts. If we see from Eastern culture point of view, this kind of habit is inappropriate. Indonesian culture is mostly about traditional ways of clothing. Which is mean all over your body is closed.&lt;br /&gt;So, there were lots of things we could get from the internet. And of course, there are some impacts too to the Indonesian culture. So, there is a question. Are we gonna trapped in this point of view forever? Let’s be creative to show our Indonesian culture bravely, show your potentials to the world! Cause we are Indonesian, we are youth, and this is our conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="”Saatnya" href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://indonesianyouthconference.org”" target="”_blank”"&gt;&lt;img border="”0″" alt="”Indonesian" src="http://www.blogger.com/”http://indonesianyouthconference.org/promo/banner234×60.jpg”" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="”The" href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://thejakartaglobe.com”" target="”_blank”"&gt;&lt;img border="”0″" alt="”The" src="http://www.blogger.com/”http://thejakartaglobe.com/templates/jakartaGlobe/images/jakarta-globe.gif”" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="”Terrant" href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://terrantbooks.com”" target="”_blank”"&gt;&lt;img border="”0″" alt="”Terrant" src="http://www.blogger.com/”http://terrantbooks.com/templates/siteground/images/summer/joomla_logo.png”" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4063396233182505224?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4063396233182505224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4063396233182505224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4063396233182505224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4063396233182505224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/08/online-all-time-youth-new-media-impact.html' title='Online all the time: Youth &amp; New Media. The impact of social networking and the online world on Indonesian culture'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1103463789789316812</id><published>2009-08-17T14:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:00:40.479+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day! (actually I wanna post this yesterday)</title><content type='html'>BIG HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I've been absent for some days hehe. Uh, I was thinking that my blog isn't popular enough, so what should I do to make it better? I mean, to catch more visitors? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, well, so I guess I should post something worthy. I mean, not just about QU or something like that, I should make it better and show the world my potentials (wtf?). Anyways, let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 1025px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030222reedited.jpg" width="675" height="1024" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 545px; HEIGHT: 420px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030223.jpg" width="855" height="728" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030224blurred-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 541px; HEIGHT: 422px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030224blurred-1.jpg" width="981" height="720" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Plain Tee: &lt;strong&gt;Giordano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Print Skirt: &lt;strong&gt;thrift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bag: &lt;strong&gt;Louis Fontaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shoes: &lt;strong&gt;Nono House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, after we finished church-time, we hit Lippo Karawaci. After that, we hit RS Pelni (AGAIN, for me and my mom because on Saturday we were there) to accompany my dad checking his patient(s). And I saw the crews (securities, etc) preparing for the &lt;em&gt;Upacara 17an. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 308px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030256karawaci.jpg" width="933" height="719" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030273blurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 516px; HEIGHT: 507px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030273blurred.jpg" width="680" height="744" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 578px; HEIGHT: 509px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/blurred.jpg" width="667" height="709" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and because I am a Paskibra (argh what's the english word, people??), so this is what I wear to the ceremony (anyways I've been let all the stuffs out of my body, it's so damn HOT using these things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 612px; HEIGHT: 958px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030303.jpg" width="635" height="968" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030308blurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 529px; HEIGHT: 563px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030308blurred.jpg" width="713" height="601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030304blurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 515px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030304blurred.jpg" width="482" height="707" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030306blurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 345px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030306blurred.jpg" width="417" height="714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the ceremony, all the Paskibra team went to Gading and I'm NOT going with them ARGGGGGGGGGGGH I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna gooooo! (me, kak Nita, Queencha, Arsen and Kenny W didn't participate the others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. New activities: starting to fitness again and english course at EF! I got level 4 from 16 or something. Long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my seniors (the previous &lt;12th,&gt; the 14th year), was watching from the second floor. And I bet one of them record the ceremony. Hope I can get one copy so I can add it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat your Balenciaga heels, fashion freakos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1103463789789316812?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1103463789789316812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1103463789789316812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1103463789789316812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1103463789789316812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independence-day-actually-i-wanna.html' title='Happy Independence Day! (actually I wanna post this yesterday)'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8100076301598300278</id><published>2009-08-06T19:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:39:25.352+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Fug) Signature Style</title><content type='html'>So, this afternoon, I was thinking about my signature style. What is it? How to discover it? How to spell it in a few words?&lt;br /&gt;And I found it. My signature style: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messy and simple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got the messy thingy based on my haircut. You couldn't guess what kind of style is it. Really. It supposed to be bob, actually, but it becomes out of control and I never cut it anymore, like, months? Or even a year already?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you should add &lt;strong&gt;moody&lt;/strong&gt;, though. No, really. Today I would wear a flowery skirt with a pair of black kitten heels, tomorrow I would wear black skinny jeans and my brotha's shoes. But, wait, is &lt;em&gt;moody&lt;/em&gt; really a signature style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sienna_miller.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/sienna_miller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sienna_miller2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/sienna_miller2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alexa-chung.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 416px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/alexa-chung.jpg" width="609" height="523" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love &lt;strong&gt;Sienna Miller&amp;amp;Alexa Chung's&lt;/strong&gt; style. Simple, unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, they're so fugin skinny. And I'm NOT. So I can't as stylish as them. Hawt, everyone would laughing at me if I wear yellow tights. &lt;em&gt;Greeeyaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, I'm not uploading my daily style for some posts........ just simply because I'm so fugin lazy to charge it hehehehe.............. so the battery is empty.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my recent activities are school and paskibra. Err, what's the english word for paskibra? Oh, and next week my school will make an event. It's class-meeting. Hope it'll going well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Creating on my new header! What do you expect? Something sweet, bright, and cheer or dark, hardcore, and simple? Let me know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8100076301598300278?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8100076301598300278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8100076301598300278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8100076301598300278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8100076301598300278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/08/fug-signature-style.html' title='(Fug) Signature Style'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3385884469724403362</id><published>2009-08-06T18:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:13:33.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Talita, FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Talita, BEGIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9644.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 665px; HEIGHT: 540px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/IMG_9644.jpg" width="739" height="575" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;famileeeeeeey;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;always there beside me--smooch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 606px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/P1030200.jpg" width="831" height="692" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fruendsssssss;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3-1-phillip-lim09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/3-1-phillip-lim09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fah-sey-onnnnn;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;what should I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taken from: Fashionising (Phillip Lim - Autumn (Fall)/Winter - 2009/2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prodotti_shopping_bags_cart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/prodotti_shopping_bags_cart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaw-pink spree!!;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a girl just wanna have fun, babes, indeed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=italian-food-delivery.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/italian-food-delivery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUMMEH FOO-DTS!;&lt;/strong&gt; damn, this is sooooooooooooooooooooo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ie8_logo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/astridemia/ie8_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ein-tern-et;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;facebook, twitter, blog, everything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So.... this is my list. And yours? If you made one, please tell me--I wanna know, bitches ;) Tagged to: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All pictures (except my own&amp;amp;the Phillip Lim's) are taken from Google. Seeing the spag-height-ty make me hungreeeeeeh. So sorry if I made some new words (okay, not definetely new words), I just kinda bowl-ring and need some 'make-something-new-stupid-beachey' :p  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh oh, and I just found something new (again)!! For Circus! new tagline. What's the &lt;em&gt;you-think-it's-a-brilliant-idea-even-it's-so-not&lt;/em&gt; idea, you ask? You gonna see! *wink wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3385884469724403362?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3385884469724403362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3385884469724403362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3385884469724403362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3385884469724403362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-talita-finally.html' title='Tagged by Talita, FINALLY!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7619671570979946880</id><published>2009-08-03T16:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:38:15.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>Oh man...... I was just about to finished my post 'tagged by talita' and voila! The Internet Explorer just got ERROOOOOOORR which is make EVERYTHING'S BLANK. God, I hate it. Why the hell 'restore previous session' thing can't save every previous session I've made? Such as my post. And what the fuck happened with photobucket? This thing keep telling me about '0 &lt;em&gt;from 0 photos has been uploaded'&lt;/em&gt;. Hell, I'm not stupid by uploading nothing................&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so sorry to my dearest &lt;em&gt;beachey&lt;/em&gt;, Talita, I just lost my mood darling. Hope you don't mind. Maybe I'll post your tag later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaking out. Blah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7619671570979946880?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7619671570979946880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7619671570979946880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7619671570979946880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7619671570979946880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/08/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8274826030050194056</id><published>2009-07-23T16:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:17:39.561+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of Your Days</title><content type='html'>Hello, dearest clowns! What to tell ya, hmm? Could say no topic to jump about. Just wanna confirmed that I'm starting to got some homework and other school-stuff, and yeah, I'll fight for it. For IPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want make my parents proud of me, by entering IPA (Ilmu Pengetahuan Alam/Science) next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of things, make them mad and upset at me. I wouldn't make it happen again now, just like a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I hate the word, mature, but I guess I'm growing up'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clowns, wish me luck for this year so I pass it with enough scores to get into IPA. Smoochies for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I just browse some quotes from &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotations/life/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, and found these: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”&lt;br /&gt;Maria Robinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do...I'm sorry I can't help myself, I'm in love with you.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.”&lt;br /&gt;Win Borden&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”&lt;br /&gt;James Dean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling beautiful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8274826030050194056?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8274826030050194056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8274826030050194056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8274826030050194056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8274826030050194056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes-of-your-days.html' title='Quotes of Your Days'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3502392501841500899</id><published>2009-07-18T21:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:34:31.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rest in Peace for Every Ritz-Carlton &amp;amp; JW Marriott Kuningan Bomb Victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3502392501841500899?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3502392501841500899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3502392501841500899' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3502392501841500899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3502392501841500899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6930823572903898884</id><published>2009-07-14T21:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:16:50.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>School and some Missing Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss you all clowns!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not posting something for days make me miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I've been 2 days in my new school. For real, I miss Tarakanita 4 so bad. I don't know, that place seem so 'homey'. Maybe I'll love DB too, but, for now, I feel ordinary. Hey, I just about 48 hours there! Need more adaptation session.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much to tell ya. I've done &lt;strong&gt;MOS (Masa Orientasi Siswa/Students Orientation Time)&lt;/strong&gt;, and officially a student of Don Bosco II.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to learn tomorrow, hope I can through it well.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass, I miss someone so bad. It's just days (or already weeks?) I'm not talking to him. He's a real funny but so fucking annoying guy, I love to hang with. No, I won't take this as crush, I'm get over him. You could say I have no feeling about him right now, but yeah, I miss him. Kind of. Keep pretending I don't need him but the real fact I am. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of stories to tell him. About holidays, about my new school, new friends, new seniors, even my new laptop hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I was nudge him on MSN days ago, but no respond. Maybe he doesn't accept my nudge? Or he won't to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Possibly the second option.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got my new laptop. The brand isn't &lt;em&gt;poop-ular&lt;/em&gt; enough, yeah. It's A*Note. But, if you compare with some other laptops with the same specs, this laptop I bought is cheaper. It's pearl white. Hey, brands can't guarantee us right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Tumblr browsing........ Thinking about to make one. What do you think? I already have some acconts, should I add one more? Kinda complicated to manage them, actually. The most active site for now are Facebook, Twitter, and Blogger. My account in some more social networking based website are not as active as them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta hit the bed. School-time tomorrrrrrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not installing Adobe yet, so I'm not adding a sign for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6930823572903898884?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6930823572903898884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6930823572903898884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6930823572903898884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6930823572903898884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-and-some-missing-things.html' title='School and some Missing Things'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8960855242617905465</id><published>2009-07-10T14:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:39:17.044+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Gladiator</title><content type='html'>What I wore yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 468px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030155.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030159.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030163.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tie Dye Dress: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbranded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sling Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis Fontaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Bangles: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbranded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Gladiator: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbranded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already watch Hannah Montana. The film is great and funny. And yeah, Lucas Till is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;. I love the clothes, especially the shoes that Hannah &amp;amp; Tyra Banks fight for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hannah%20montana%20the%20movie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 518px;" src="http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af19/pogigino/hannahmontanathemovie.jpg" alt="hannah montana the movie Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8960855242617905465?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8960855242617905465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8960855242617905465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8960855242617905465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8960855242617905465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-o-gladiator.html' title='Go Go Gladiator'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-458229065761864465</id><published>2009-07-09T10:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:49:36.751+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation To Medan &amp; Bali 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm back to hit the world, clowns! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stories to tell y'all. Especially my experience about thrift-shopping! It was SO FAB! Maybe the place isn't as comfy as department store or Forever 21 outlet, but the prices and things they sell is so...... unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I said, I got a pair of ugg boots for 25.000 IDR, and a pair of oxford shoes for 25.000 IDR! Yeah, maybe it needs some reparation to make it looks like new, but heck, it wont take more than 100.000 for a pair!&lt;br /&gt;So fucking affordable? Yeah, it is. Now I know why my best bitches love to thrifting. Hahahaha. Maybe I'll go to Senen someday to mad-shopping again hahahahaha. I've got some new dresses from Bali, a new high gladiator I've been searching for, some merchandise for my best bitches, tees for my parents, and a white tee for Andre. Hope everyone love their gifts :)&lt;br /&gt;As a gift for my graduation, my parents&amp;amp;grand parents from mom giving me some money to purchase a laptop. Anyone have any recommended laptop? About the prices range..... about 6 millions IDR. Maybe this Saturday we'll hit Mangga Dua to search more.&lt;br /&gt;I've search some laptop specs and prices from Mall of Indonesia yesterday. I found some interesting laptop (and of course affordable prices, hehe), but we'll see. I won't take a quick step for this one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, RIP MJ.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her daughter, Paris, crying on the funeral. It's so sad to lose someone we love, right? She's crying and her auntie hug her to give her strength, it's so deep. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 368px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020940.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020941.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020941.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020971.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020971.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030091.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I don't really like my look with make up. Yeah, it hides my pimples and make my face brighter and flawless. Honestly, okay, I love my face with make up but I don't know, I just prefer my ordinary look. In make up, I look 5 years older, anyway. Haha. And I don't know much about hair do, so I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'just make me look good'&lt;/span&gt; to the stylist. These photos above are their results. Haha. Blame the make up artists &amp;amp; hair stylists or the model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@ Berastagi. Everyone staring at me because I use this pink head band. What the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 373px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030039.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030043.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look so ugly here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 371px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Created by Alm. Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 371px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020926.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020926.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Grandpa from dad's cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030105.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing cards 'till drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030121.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reunion day with Gracia, Amo, Cindy, and Tetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030123.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuta Beach, Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030125.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030132.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030133.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nail art, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 372px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030139.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030146.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look so ugly and weird here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1030148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bebek Tepi Sawah Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, very delicious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-458229065761864465?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/458229065761864465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=458229065761864465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/458229065761864465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/458229065761864465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-to-medan-bali-2009.html' title='Vacation To Medan &amp; Bali 2009'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-87540764679291435</id><published>2009-07-06T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:33:22.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>QU</title><content type='html'>Quick update from Maxi Hotel. I stay here for few days. In Medan, I did a thrift-shopping session with my grandma-from-dad, and you know what.......&lt;br /&gt;I got a pair of oxford shoes (with needle heels) and a pair of ugg boots for 50.000 IDR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Damn, shit? &lt;br /&gt;And I got some new things to fill up my wardrobe later! EXCITED!!!! Oh, and I got nail-art too in Kuta Beach, it's pink with some flowers in it. Photo later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-87540764679291435?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/87540764679291435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=87540764679291435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/87540764679291435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/87540764679291435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/07/qu.html' title='QU'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8029491108961882437</id><published>2009-06-24T11:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:54:05.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns, I'm Out of Town for 2 weeks!</title><content type='html'>Gonna miss you all bunch, surely. Keep fucking ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8029491108961882437?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8029491108961882437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8029491108961882437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8029491108961882437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8029491108961882437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/clowns-im-out-of-town-for-2-weeks.html' title='Clowns, I&apos;m Out of Town for 2 weeks!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6163415629330789871</id><published>2009-06-22T21:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:25:24.219+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Security Officers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020888.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020888.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wanna Be A Star&lt;/span&gt; White Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esprit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Shorty: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Shoes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl On The Go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debenhams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Okay, I know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking big hips&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020890.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020890.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020891.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020891.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shoes I bought at Debenhams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;The gift bag is finally found!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debenhams' Security&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6163415629330789871?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6163415629330789871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6163415629330789871' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6163415629330789871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6163415629330789871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-security-officers.html' title='I Love The Security Officers!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4741113321833626243</id><published>2009-06-22T11:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:36:43.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Frustated</title><content type='html'>What I wore last Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020798-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020798-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020799.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Scatterbrain&lt;/span&gt; Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vintage Rags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodhpur: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chic Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les Catino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fly Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020800.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020800.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bag cover, so cute right? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I wore last Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020814.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020818.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020818.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020820.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020820.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunglasses: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain White Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift from grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangles: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-flop: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is so fucking fucked up (?). Really.&lt;br /&gt;So, this Sunday, me, Mom&amp;amp;Dad go to Senayan City to meet Mrs. Saripah and her daughter, Cut, a family friend. She got a pair of shoes for my mom. After we finished our dinner, we went to Debenhams to shop something.&lt;br /&gt;Debenhams is so fucking crowded. Midnight sale, you know. I go with Cut with the gift on my hands. We have a lot of fun seeking for clothes, shoes, and accesories. We got a pair of shoes for us (my new shoes photo later :p).&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realized that the gift is not in my hands anymore! And the panic attack begun. I walk around and asking people.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after I drop my number in the information center, and asking for help to the security, I go home cause it's already around 12 o'clock (or already 1 o'clock?).&lt;br /&gt;I call them again and they said still have no information about my gift-bag.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. So fucking, fucking, fucking shit. I'm a bloody loser, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such&lt;/span&gt;, a bloody loser.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can help? Please, I'm frustated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj8SBlctQrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/c0Mzs2Ec7-c/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj8SBlctQrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/c0Mzs2Ec7-c/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014700781126322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4741113321833626243?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4741113321833626243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4741113321833626243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4741113321833626243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4741113321833626243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-frustated.html' title='Fucking Frustated'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj8SBlctQrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/c0Mzs2Ec7-c/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4773892837213772655</id><published>2009-06-21T13:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:23:55.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation, a Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Graduation, a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm graduated! How fucking good is that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I wanna say thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the one and only&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for everything&lt;/span&gt;! I just can't imagine how big His love to His children, even tough they were so sinful, just like me. Second big thanks to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;, for giving me all her love and her support, even tough sometimes she's annoying for me (yeah, you know when your mom push you to learn?), but now I know, the only thing you care about is me. And to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, he's so supporting and always help me, even tough I'm treat him not right. So sorry, Dad. Big hug and kisses for my parents!!!! And, of course, to my little brotha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt;, for keeping me in the right way, make my day more colorful with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely-but-of-course-annoying&lt;/span&gt; face and acts! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Third big thanks all my favorite girls:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayu, Dona, Krystle, Talita, Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;. We do have some fights, we do have some miserable moments, but I know we do have lots of love for each others! Gonna miss you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bunch bunch bunchhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! A lot of thanks for giving me best years, and best surprise birthday party. Really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth best thanks for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; of my lifes&lt;/span&gt;! You know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crushes&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Inside those loves, there is the special one. You know who you are, man. Thanks for giving me best love years! All those silly things I did, and those mean things I did.... forgive me, please? Hehe. Thanks to all of you for giving me spirit to go to school, seeking what you do all day long, and then gossiping you with my girl friends. Yeah, call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;monkey love&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Fifth best thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5, 8.3,&lt;/span&gt; and of course my last class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Der Fagenone)&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for giving me lots of experiences, laughs, even tears. Sorry if I'm annoying, or I did some mistakes. Loving you all, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth best thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;, for being my 3 years classmate! You're so beautiful, smart, and such a good friend, I mean it! (and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yonas&lt;/span&gt; too)&lt;br /&gt;Seventh thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;!! Really thank you a lot for fulling me with your knowledge and experience. Sorry if I act badly to you (esp. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Tati&lt;/span&gt; :p).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020802.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020804.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020805.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020806.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020806.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020827.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020827.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020885.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020885.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/P1020886.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ta, sorry cause I copy your idea to create a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks to&lt;/span&gt; post, hope you don't mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj35ya-wOFI/AAAAAAAAASs/GEEf-_vdm88/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj35ya-wOFI/AAAAAAAAASs/GEEf-_vdm88/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349706577017321554" 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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4773892837213772655?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4773892837213772655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4773892837213772655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4773892837213772655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4773892837213772655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-celebration.html' title='Graduation, a Celebration!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sj35ya-wOFI/AAAAAAAAASs/GEEf-_vdm88/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1216431744004933107</id><published>2009-06-17T22:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:14:35.198+07:00</updated><title type='text'>QU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Peeps. Not really in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe I'll spread my stories later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjkVireWqEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VSbJr7V7GgM/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjkVireWqEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VSbJr7V7GgM/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329718008948802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1216431744004933107?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1216431744004933107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1216431744004933107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1216431744004933107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1216431744004933107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/qu.html' title='QU'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjkVireWqEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VSbJr7V7GgM/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4837137527501745708</id><published>2009-06-16T19:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:00:11.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header!</title><content type='html'>Hey clowns! It's H-4 now. Damn it. Damn it. I'm curious. Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I just joined &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.fashionising.com/"&gt;Fashionising.com&lt;/a&gt;, and updated &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.chictopia.com/ScarlettDeveraux"&gt;my Chictopia&lt;/a&gt;. Hmm, what should I tell ya all?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally got the full-package for a new fitness first member. It's a backpack, a headphone, a bottle, a hand towel, and 3 vouchers for visitors!&lt;br /&gt;Well, umm, yeah, nothing for today. And, I joined BodyCombat class last Monday, and my calfs are kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stiff&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... what else to tell? Gonna work it out again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4837137527501745708?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4837137527501745708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4837137527501745708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4837137527501745708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4837137527501745708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-header.html' title='New Header!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4026354189248430647</id><published>2009-06-15T13:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:38:43.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another QU</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon, clowns!&lt;br /&gt;I missed the DFG meeting, cause I woke up at 10 something. Fuck off. So I call Sekar and she said no problem it's okay. So, I ask my maid to make me something and I take a bath, and I take my uniforms. After it, I check the application for new students at SMAN 21 and SMAN 68. It says about the international class, so I pass them off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing special to tell y'all, so......&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I wanna make a new header (again) for Circus!..... any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjXqlUDO01I/AAAAAAAAASE/1Rc0NVfjgiU/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjXqlUDO01I/AAAAAAAAASE/1Rc0NVfjgiU/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347438059330655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4026354189248430647?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4026354189248430647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4026354189248430647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4026354189248430647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4026354189248430647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-qu.html' title='Another QU'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjXqlUDO01I/AAAAAAAAASE/1Rc0NVfjgiU/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-568820693268871973</id><published>2009-06-14T21:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:42:24.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Hello, clowns! Pffft, have some headlines to go!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, June 20th is just about days, and it's.... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And, umm, I got some photos from the fashion show! It's Intan Avantie's (Inav), and I forgot the another designer. Whoops. Sorry. They designed well, and the kebayas and dress are great. I drink wine and 2 glasses of Coca Cola (carbs!!!!). The food&amp;amp;beverages are great, and the place is so cozy. I sit on the same table with 2 guys and a girl. They were the same ages like me, I think, and they're nice. A goodie bag for each guest, and lots of prizes that night, but I'm not really interesting, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img23.imageshack.us/i/p1020715d.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/1152/p1020715d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img269.imageshack.us/i/p1020714.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/2786/p1020714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruffle Blouse: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bought from MOI, the label is wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump shoes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everbest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img23.imageshack.us/i/p1020703b.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/2861/p1020703b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img30.imageshack.us/i/p1020708.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/8123/p1020708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img30.imageshack.us/i/p1020711p.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/7897/p1020711p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intan Avantie's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry for the blur pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my vacation to Bali, the schedule had changed. From July 5th 'till 8th. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation people&lt;/span&gt; are my grandparents (from Mom), my cousins and I. We stay at Adi Jaya Hotel. Review about the hotel coming up, guys. Before my review, you may check &lt;a href="http://www.gtbtours.net/balihotelslist/adijaya_kuta/index.php"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; (click) if you interest to see their basic info. Oh, and FYI, I'm not showing off, I just give you some reference what hotel should you pick if you're going to Bali. It's just, like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'oh well that hotel's terrible, but the another's good. A friend had stayed there, and she said.....'&lt;/span&gt; It's about helping people. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I've finished the family photo shoot. Here, eat some photos. Well, yeah, I wore the same blouse, like I wore to attend the Maroush fashion show. I don't have any white blouse except that one. So I ask my maid to wash it and dry it as fast as she can, so I can wear it again on the next day. And she's doing great! Of course not the same jeans, hehe. The one I wore on Friday is Mom's (never imagine how could it be..... My slim mommy, and of course with her small size jeans, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it fits me&lt;/span&gt;.... umm, okay.), the other I wore on Saturday is mine, and it's high-waisted. Thank God, my grandma from Dad gives me a new white blouse. Even with long sleeves, but whatever. Thanks Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img30.imageshack.us/i/img9640.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/4521/img9640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img41.imageshack.us/i/img9634z.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/3481/img9634z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img526.imageshack.us/i/img9644.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/2351/img9644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img269.imageshack.us/i/img9679.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/232/img9679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img23.imageshack.us/i/img9687u.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/126/img9687u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;? Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I finally know what I wanna wear for the graduation day. My polkadot white-red dress with a red belt and black opaque. The last thing to think about is the shoes. What you girls would wearing, with heels or not? I think I'm not. But yeah, not so sure. Need to ask more girls. Should I wear make-up? Those kind of little stuff I'll think later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uhhh, I wanna watch MTV Insomnia, but, my mom said she won't see me wake up at 13.00 pm again...... Besides, I have to take my Don Bosco uniforms tomorrow. I miss the saturday part, I'm kinda late, so.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, umm, I have to attend the DFG meeting for our beloved teacher, Miss Ida at 9 o'clock. So I have to take my uniforms at 8 o'clock or 8.30. Gonna wake up at 7 tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjUVq9KHLmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFArSWRzvI8/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjUVq9KHLmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFArSWRzvI8/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347203960287997538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-568820693268871973?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/568820693268871973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=568820693268871973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/568820693268871973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/568820693268871973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/longing-for-tomorrow.html' title='Longing for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjUVq9KHLmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFArSWRzvI8/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4843527642627981648</id><published>2009-06-11T19:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:45:34.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream B for Bali!</title><content type='html'>Good evening, dearest clownssssssssssssssss. (we do know that there were lots of clowns in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;circus&lt;/span&gt;, right?)&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell y'all today? Hmm. I woke up at 3.oo pm or 3.30 pm.... I forgot. Because a call from my mom. She said my grandma (from mom) ask her about when I'll start school again, cause my grandma asks her about holiday in Bali. And I said it's 11th July if I finally go to DB. But still, I still waiting for public school, but DB is okay.&lt;br /&gt;So I call my grandma and she'll book the tickets for 6th-9th July. Awwww, can't wait for Bali! Oh, and of course I still curious about my scores. Do I pass it or not? God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those shits are for now. Keep updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjD7hNvwAhI/AAAAAAAAARs/TlA-5916zaQ/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjD7hNvwAhI/AAAAAAAAARs/TlA-5916zaQ/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346049305732973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4843527642627981648?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4843527642627981648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4843527642627981648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4843527642627981648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4843527642627981648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/scream-b-for-bali.html' title='Scream B for Bali!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SjD7hNvwAhI/AAAAAAAAARs/TlA-5916zaQ/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-94750221028114763</id><published>2009-06-10T22:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:56:55.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Gowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jeans.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/jeans.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ribbon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp47/astritt/ribbon.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headband (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the black one, in above pictures&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut it from my old shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Think Your Boyfriend is Cheating On Us&lt;/span&gt; Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangosteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbranded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedges: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vi something, I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I finally take my gowns from QZM Tailor. They're cute. Looking forward to drop it at Farid Payet. I have no idea what's the english word for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;payet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, me and my family from Dad, will take some photos for family photos. The women should use pink or red. I wanna use my batik soft pink gown (which one I designed, haha), but mom said the camera will not take it cause it's just too soft. So I don't know what to use.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I would escape the farewell party with 7th&amp;amp;8th grader. Yeah, I shouldn't miss it, but I just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will come to school for the last exercise on 19th, and finally the day. Fuck off, I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my hips are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking big&lt;/span&gt;--especially in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si_WxI2c8oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7PVjQa767BY/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si_WxI2c8oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7PVjQa767BY/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345727422389875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-94750221028114763?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/94750221028114763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=94750221028114763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/94750221028114763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/94750221028114763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-and-gowns.html' title='Up and Gowns'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si_WxI2c8oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7PVjQa767BY/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4654028546738907140</id><published>2009-06-09T21:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:40:55.649+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img191.imageshack.us/my.php?image=remembermepbk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 155px; height: 228px;" src="http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/1608/remembermepbk.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps. I just finished this book: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember Me? &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four thumbs up&lt;/span&gt; for the book!&lt;br /&gt;It tells about Alexis Smart. Oh, a must read for girls!! I love this book from the way Sophie wrote it. I just can't close and put this book in my bag. It's inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about book, I want to collect her other books, especially the shopaholic series. Found Sophie &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Still about the book. It's control my feeling, really. In some parts I can laugh, in some parts I wanna cry (especially the last chapter). Something makes me touched is about Jon. Well, if I tell you about Jon here, it will be no surprise anymore, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a very stunning news!&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a fashion show invitation from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.restodb.com/indonesia/dki_jakarta/jakarta_pusat/sudirman/maroush_middle_eastern_restaurant/"&gt;Maroush - Middle Eastern Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; (click) on Friday. I'll accompany her (and maybe Auntie Devy will join us). Can't wait, I'm so excited!! What should I wear? There were no special dress code but yeah I still thinking. Any ideas? Oh, and for graduation dress, I still have no idea what should I wear too.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lazy to attend the Farewell With 7th&amp;amp;8th Grade on Thursday. What about........ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;skipping&lt;/span&gt; the event? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si6CL30SEFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WG0sA8t7yqU/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si6CL30SEFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WG0sA8t7yqU/s200/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345352948208767058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4654028546738907140?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4654028546738907140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4654028546738907140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4654028546738907140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4654028546738907140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Si6CL30SEFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WG0sA8t7yqU/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8436929184221604527</id><published>2009-06-07T11:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:12:56.212+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bloody Valentine for Sims?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img32.imageshack.us/i/greenblazer.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 247px;" src="http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/905/greenblazer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blazer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or what we should call it? Have no idea&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift from Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot the shop name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-flop: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I watch My Bloody Valentine! Whoa. Overall, nice movie. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; movie, I could say. But, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerr Smith&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; handsoooooome&lt;/span&gt;. It's 3D, so we have to use the 3D glasses. Kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncomfy&lt;/span&gt; for me, cause I'm wearing glasses (for minus&amp;amp;astigmatism). That's why I'm starting to thinking about soft lenses. But there were lots of risks I have to face if I use soft lenses. My mom said, we have to be careful. Yeah, I think I'm not strict enough to use it, but yeah, we'll see later. I watch it at Blitz Megaplex, Mall of Indonesia (MOI).&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda creepy cause we saw lots of tragic scenes. But yeah, that's the art. They make it looks so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;. I cried for some scenes, because there were lots of shocking moments. Oh yeah, and the music effect. It makes us feel the scenes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img25.imageshack.us/i/mybloodyvalentine3df.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/4667/mybloodyvalentine3df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img23.imageshack.us/i/p1020670lighten.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/769/p1020670lighten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I bought The Sims 3! I'm not patient enough to start it and play it. But, unfortunately, the disk has some errors, so I have to switch it with the new one. Damn. But yeah, hope the game's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img25.imageshack.us/i/thesims3boxmac.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/2504/thesims3boxmac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the cheats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img15.imageshack.us/i/strawberrysmoochies.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 144px; height: 48px;" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/392/strawberrysmoochies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8436929184221604527?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8436929184221604527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8436929184221604527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8436929184221604527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8436929184221604527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bloody-valentine-for-sims.html' title='My Bloody Valentine for Sims?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5405744974761420568</id><published>2009-06-04T21:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:20:27.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was tagged by Janice from &lt;a href="http://alifedesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;What A Sweet World&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks, dear ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Be honest no matter what, then tag at least 15 friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 01. Who was your last text from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 03. Your relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, let's see....... I don't know, either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 05. What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 06. How many siblings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; brother, his name's Alfredo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 09. Have a crazy side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nope, and I hope never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; surf the internet, walking, talking, thinking, etc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 12. Angry at anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; umm, you can say so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of likeness? love? hmm no crush for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; forgot, days or weeks ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yeah, if I can do it I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; depends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Auntie Nana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. What is your favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; currently....... hmm, Lady GaGa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; answering you, and thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in a FO, I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 22. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 23. Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aldo, DMS, Gita, Yonas, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your life in one word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 26. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 27. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, hmm, forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;firstly, yes, but now I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. What is your natural hair colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Manohara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 34. What do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; music, my hands typing on the keyboard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 35. Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kinda wavy, I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;err.... let me think...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 37. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yeah, sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; umm, should I answer this? but yeah, I did, hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 41. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 43. What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wear 2 bangles in my hand, is that jewelry? I think it's not cause they aren't made from diamonds or those kind of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 44. What were you doing last Friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; burn those fucking calories in my stupid fatty body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; don't know, don't wanna think about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yeah, you could say so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for check my blood, I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; go to bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, watching MTV Insomnia, hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiflZg9-LNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uvJhz6B1Mq8/s1600-h/strawberry+smoochies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiflZg9-LNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uvJhz6B1Mq8/s200/strawberry+smoochies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491709407734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5405744974761420568?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5405744974761420568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5405744974761420568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5405744974761420568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5405744974761420568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-janice.html' title='Tagged By Janice'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiflZg9-LNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uvJhz6B1Mq8/s72-c/strawberry+smoochies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4039856145391711969</id><published>2009-06-04T18:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:37:16.022+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back(to)stage</title><content type='html'>Peeps, I'm baccccccccccck. With new header :p With Alex Pettyfer in it!! *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmm, okay. Yesterday I was too tired, but still, I sleep at 4 o'clock in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. Why? Watching MTV Insomnia, man.&lt;br /&gt;And my grandma (from dad) from Medan come here for a month. She'll help me to apply some public school too.&lt;br /&gt;She brings some clothes. And she gives me her dress from years ago, which is mean.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt;! It's St. Michael, I can't wait to wear it. And she gives me some cute top too, I'll take their photos later.&lt;br /&gt;And, I just realize, there were lots of handsome boys in my ages (read: teenagers) in the gym. I met Marcha yesterday, and I saw 2 lovable view (spell: h-a-n-d-s-o-m-e) boys........&lt;br /&gt;It makes me more enthusiastic to burn those fucking calories!!&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/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Siexs7uIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nZh4I2QlSkY/s1600-h/strawberry+smoochies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 45px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Siexs7uIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nZh4I2QlSkY/s200/strawberry+smoochies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343434868401923906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4039856145391711969?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4039856145391711969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4039856145391711969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4039856145391711969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4039856145391711969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/06/backtostage.html' title='Back(to)stage'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Siexs7uIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nZh4I2QlSkY/s72-c/strawberry+smoochies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3838143721902608143</id><published>2009-05-30T23:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:44:07.808+07:00</updated><title type='text'>QU</title><content type='html'>Quick update, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;My brotha got a new cellphone and it's kinda cool with the blue color. It's SE, the walkman series. Hmm, well, nothing to do. Keep blog-walking.&lt;br /&gt;More pictures and stories later.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiFiMBCWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PKdngF-1oKY/s1600-h/strawberry+smoochies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiFiMBCWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PKdngF-1oKY/s200/strawberry+smoochies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341658591614359298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3838143721902608143?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3838143721902608143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3838143721902608143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3838143721902608143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3838143721902608143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/qu.html' title='QU'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiFiMBCWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PKdngF-1oKY/s72-c/strawberry+smoochies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3888716988668836069</id><published>2009-05-29T22:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:22:47.575+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFP, Have Fun DFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiAgwGDtM2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/a00qNM4GQdc/s1600-h/semi+jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiAgwGDtM2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/a00qNM4GQdc/s320/semi+jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341305168693375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The B Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot the shop name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-Flop: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, I got my first session with personal trainer. His name is Mas Lasam, he teached my mom too, in her first time @ FFP.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, of course. But it's a lotta fun! :p I have new experience about fitness machine. Yeah, because I'm a beginner, it's kinda difficult. But, let's see later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And DFG goes to Puncak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine how fun it is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Have fun, DFG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiAnrEOXWpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_I9bRHhl3rM/s1600-h/strawberry+smoochies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiAnrEOXWpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_I9bRHhl3rM/s200/strawberry+smoochies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341312778883259026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3888716988668836069?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3888716988668836069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3888716988668836069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3888716988668836069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3888716988668836069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/ffp-have-fun-dfg.html' title='FFP, Have Fun DFG'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SiAgwGDtM2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/a00qNM4GQdc/s72-c/semi+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3888020697378079964</id><published>2009-05-28T21:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:02:02.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday is Today</title><content type='html'>Yeah, wrote something about yesterday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j06D4ooI/AAAAAAAAAPU/u-_YjvfryBo/s1600-h/orange+tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j06D4ooI/AAAAAAAAAPU/u-_YjvfryBo/s320/orange+tee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886337442062978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangosteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belt: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vornera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pierre Cardin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Factory Outlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbranded (ITC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, I pick my mom at her office. Unfortunately, when I'm on the way, I realized that my shoes are broken, and because of that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wreck&lt;/span&gt; them off so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j1hZzejI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TlUd2BXf2HQ/s1600-h/P1020536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j1hZzejI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TlUd2BXf2HQ/s320/P1020536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886348002982450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I accompany my mom to Fitness First. Damn, I'm tired. But yeah, the place is cozy. They have TVs with different channels. HBO, V Channel, and so on....&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I'm officially one of Fitness First Platinum member! Haha. I also take the Body First package. It means, 3 times with personal trainer. And it starts tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;The package give me 3 books, bodyfuel, bodyjournal, and bodyguide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j1NrnCsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AA9BOLuwetg/s1600-h/P1020552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j1NrnCsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AA9BOLuwetg/s320/P1020552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886342708955842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and today, I pick my mom again. But today, I wait her at Pacific Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j03XFjGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ku379nQTAZI/s1600-h/purple+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j03XFjGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ku379nQTAZI/s320/purple+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886336717294690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plain White Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Byford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarf: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep Toe: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh7ClZgtkfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cmyQvTrUI7o/s1600-h/strawberry+smoochies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh7ClZgtkfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cmyQvTrUI7o/s200/strawberry+smoochies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920155867025906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3888020697378079964?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3888020697378079964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3888020697378079964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3888020697378079964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3888020697378079964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-is-today.html' title='Yesterday is Today'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sh6j06D4ooI/AAAAAAAAAPU/u-_YjvfryBo/s72-c/orange+tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2218753835283417895</id><published>2009-05-27T15:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:35:33.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TFQPgEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TXAAYEMEtQc/s1600-h/red+jeans+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TFQPgEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TXAAYEMEtQc/s320/red+jeans+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340418463889326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unbranded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis Fontaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift from Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, I was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick my mom @ BEJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TYoInDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T45oX_aPHFQ/s1600-h/P1020532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TYoInDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T45oX_aPHFQ/s320/P1020532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340418469089811506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent, and watch these movies all night (till 11.30 or something). That's why I post about yesterday today. Cause I just too sleepy after watch Wild Child. So I just reply some message on my wall, and go to sleep. Okay, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asmara Dua Diana&lt;/span&gt; is an adult movie. But I just curious what's the movie about. Well yeah, just like other Indonesian movies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6T7gYYlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T08h2MveW_A/s1600-h/wild-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6T7gYYlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/T08h2MveW_A/s320/wild-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340418478452531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TsXMPtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wEzVAfbonWw/s1600-h/asmara-dua-diana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TsXMPtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wEzVAfbonWw/s320/asmara-dua-diana1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340418474387455698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Pettyfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6UA2dW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/XZcxjQuv1NU/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6UA2dW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/XZcxjQuv1NU/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340418479887309810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2218753835283417895?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2218753835283417895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2218753835283417895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2218753835283417895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2218753835283417895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-yesterday.html' title='So Yesterday'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shz6TFQPgEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TXAAYEMEtQc/s72-c/red+jeans+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2973032916971501052</id><published>2009-05-25T20:24:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:38:46.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Sunny Monday</title><content type='html'>Well, today. I pick my mom to airport.&lt;br /&gt;Because today is so damn hot, I wear a shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShqdKmILUOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VWtsGe8zvpU/s1600-h/monday+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShqdKmILUOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VWtsGe8zvpU/s320/monday+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753113560240354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunglasses: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-Flop: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarf (as a headband): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Devy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From airport, we go to DPD. DPD is Auntie Mega's office. We drop some cakes for Auntie Mega's fam, Auntie Nana's fam, and Auntie Debby's fam. After it, we go to Plaza Senayan. My Mom eat Tamani, and I a cup of Cold Stone. I'm in love with a pink handbag from Louis Vuitton (it's in the etalase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it, we go to ITC Cempaka Mas. Seeking for Grandma's batik. After we got it, we walk around and then finally get into the car. I found a fake Louis Vuitton handbag, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly the same&lt;/span&gt; with another Louis Vuitton I saw at PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it, we go to Tiki to deliver my Grandma's batik that we bought from ITC. Yeah, that's for today.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my family. My aunties from Medan, I think.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Tomorrow I have to go to school..... Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2973032916971501052?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2973032916971501052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2973032916971501052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2973032916971501052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2973032916971501052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-sunny-monday.html' title='Hot Sunny Monday'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShqdKmILUOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VWtsGe8zvpU/s72-c/monday+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6443448692791937796</id><published>2009-05-24T21:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:04:32.281+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday......&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have lots of stories.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I wanna tell you about my newest opaque! Haha. Well, days ago, me and mom shopping at BarangBaru.com. Sort of online store, come from Tangerang. And yeah, the prices are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shlf1AKwp2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zvc1UFUSQaY/s1600-h/P1020445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shlf1AKwp2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zvc1UFUSQaY/s320/P1020445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404197407270754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought clothes and legging, and I bought a opaque.&lt;br /&gt;So, to run it out, I wore it today. To church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShlhvH7h33I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HbwLkXfXIws/s1600-h/opaque+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShlhvH7h33I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HbwLkXfXIws/s320/opaque+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339406295434911602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, these days, I got many lessons. About grateful things yesterday, now about this thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that kind of religious person. I have religion, I'm a Catholic. I do pray, and go to church every Sunday. I love Jesus, of course, but I'm not that kind of person who read Bible, or pray with rosary. I don't even know precisely when Easter feast.&lt;br /&gt;But, today, in my daddy's church (he's a Protestant), I found something that really amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;The theme is My Plan, Not Your Plan.&lt;br /&gt;It talks about God have plans for everyone of us. Human may be planning, but God decide. Then, I'm mirroring. I always plan what I want to happen in my life. I always think that everything must be under control.&lt;br /&gt;But, now, the only thing I can do is surrender. To God. He will surely give the best for me. Cause God loves his children.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my plan is to write down a religious song that really touching (haaah). But, unfortunately, the text is with my brotha, and he's sleeping now. So I can't write it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it, we go to Mall Kelapa Gading. Me&amp;amp;Brotha wanna eat Burger King. So we take away the burgers and go to Food Court Gading 3. My dad wanna eat rice. Finally we sit in front of KOI, so my dad orders his food and we eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shlhva8bbgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLBw5FY9KzA/s1600-h/P1020460resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shlhva8bbgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLBw5FY9KzA/s320/P1020460resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339406300538957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShlhvSgaszI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xVkdL_MITdE/s1600-h/P1020459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShlhvSgaszI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xVkdL_MITdE/s320/P1020459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339406298273985330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my dad wanna use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why Blogger takes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so loooooooooooooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; to upload some photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6443448692791937796?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6443448692791937796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6443448692791937796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6443448692791937796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6443448692791937796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Shlf1AKwp2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Zvc1UFUSQaY/s72-c/P1020445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3155858076160206939</id><published>2009-05-22T18:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:48:51.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Perspective</title><content type='html'>Today my mom go to Medan, to attend uncle Rudi's engagement.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what should we share today? Oooh ya. It's about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I try to make this blog more worthy. Umm, like, sharing my opinions about social problems, or giving more proves about the reality of peeps that living in the capital city (such as photos or videos), Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanna share about something really near from me. My neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in Kayu Putih. I live in front of a adequate settlement slum. Well, not exactly in front of the adequate settlement slum, but near from it.&lt;br /&gt;So, every afternoon (or should I call it dewfall?), there will always an event. Umm, not exactly an event, but kinda joint exercises. There's an instructor, and lots of woman. And up-beat music too. But they do it on the street, that's why I'm sad. One, because they using public facilities. And because they use public facilities, they disturb people. Two, I'm surely sure that they can't afford a field or even a room somewhere for their activity. I know they only wanna-b healty and yeah, again, friends, they can't make it because a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cliche&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all-we-definetly-know&lt;/span&gt; reason: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShaNHGRBgvI/AAAAAAAAANs/nTcClpSGM9Y/s1600-h/P1020419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShaNHGRBgvI/AAAAAAAAANs/nTcClpSGM9Y/s320/P1020419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338609561374917362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my maid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in front of my house street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I'm in the car with my mom (way to Bara--a tailor--before pick my brotha from school and then go to airport) , I saw this in the Kayu Putih river street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShaNHdvoHxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bEkVDuoAPFY/s1600-h/P1020405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShaNHdvoHxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bEkVDuoAPFY/s320/P1020405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338609567677292306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken by: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;near Kayu Putih river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Some people live happily in a big posh residences, how about them?&lt;br /&gt;Some people complaining why they have no money for shop some shoes (just like ME, huff -.-), and they think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'will I eat today'&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It's just too ironic to see. Well, yeah, from what I wrote I know I have to be grateful, because I can eat everyday (even choose what I wanna eat),  and have enough money to hanging with fams and friends. Okay, maybe my wallet is empty right now, but yeah... okay, just skip that one.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3155858076160206939?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3155858076160206939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3155858076160206939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3155858076160206939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3155858076160206939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/personal-perspective.html' title='Personal Perspective'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShaNHGRBgvI/AAAAAAAAANs/nTcClpSGM9Y/s72-c/P1020419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5160077761338248811</id><published>2009-05-21T15:44:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:02:11.645+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa, We Hope You Happy In Heaven</title><content type='html'>Exactly today, is the memorial day of my Grandpa. He passed away 9 years ago. And my family come today to remembering him. When we pray, some of my family crying. I'm trying to not cry, cause it's just I don't know..... well yeah, I hope Grandpa in heaven right now. Love you bunch, Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is resurrection of Jesus Christ. I'll go to church at 4.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo..... umm I have nothing to tell ya. Oh, and the photos of today..... I'll upload it at Facebook. You may check it, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have a new quote from uncle Robert. He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"You can't always get what you want"&lt;/span&gt;. I just love it. It was like, telling me to not acting selfishly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forgot this one. I finally learning about something.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, it's just like, umm, just act you didn't need them (the beloveds), and they will come to you! Hahahahahaha. I just apply it yesterday, and it works!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's for today. More updates coming later, divas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My look become the Look Of The Day May 21st! I don't know how they pick it. Randomly or the real picky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5160077761338248811?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5160077761338248811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5160077761338248811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5160077761338248811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5160077761338248811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-we-hope-you-happy-in-heaven.html' title='Grandpa, We Hope You Happy In Heaven'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2323496422745258506</id><published>2009-05-20T18:41:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:09:45.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Summer</title><content type='html'>New header, like what I promised.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad had an accident today... around Pramuka fly over. Thank God my dad was fine. And yeah, the car is totally screwed up, my Dad said.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you know whoooat? Today's my last day at school! Well yeah, there will some days I have to go to school and wear that uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just colored my nails into blue! Hahahaha. I just think blue is the best color for this summer.&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne of my stupid photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with blue nails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShP79QA0C5I/AAAAAAAAANk/ytFA-h0lsFM/s1600-h/P1020390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShP79QA0C5I/AAAAAAAAANk/ytFA-h0lsFM/s320/P1020390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887013053139858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it look like?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, give me your opinion(s) about my new headerrrrrrrrr, please? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I need advices! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and why my GGG aren't online for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays? Okay, maybe I supposed to be forgot him all the way but it's just HARDDDDD-OOOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Okay. That's for today, darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2323496422745258506?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2323496422745258506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2323496422745258506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2323496422745258506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2323496422745258506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/blue-summer.html' title='Blue Summer'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/ShP79QA0C5I/AAAAAAAAANk/ytFA-h0lsFM/s72-c/P1020390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6341461139318148348</id><published>2009-05-19T17:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:17:00.358+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goodbye Greeting?</title><content type='html'>Oh, I just checked my hotmail inbox and finally I'm one of Independent Fashion Blogger member! Yaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Early said there's a game (kind of Polyvore, but with models) name LookLet. So I'll try it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the headline of this post is my new goodbye greeting.&lt;br /&gt;I found yours with cherry on top from Rachel Maude's novel, Poseur. Yeah, I think it's just someone's so I won't take it as mine.&lt;br /&gt;My new goodbye greeting iiiiiiiiiiiiiiis............... strawberry smoochies!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't really like strawberry for real (even never taste one!) but it's just ear-catching, isn't it? Anyway, if you aren't like it, just let me know. I think about other gg too. But, yeah, strawberry smoochies is the best gg for now.&lt;br /&gt;I just about making a new header.... you'll see later! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, tomorrow is the last exam daaaaaaaaay! WHOO-HO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's for today peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry smoochies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6341461139318148348?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6341461139318148348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6341461139318148348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6341461139318148348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6341461139318148348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-goodbye-greeting.html' title='New Goodbye Greeting?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1053236059444651387</id><published>2009-05-18T21:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:34:23.048+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flashy Flash Update: Geography!</title><content type='html'>Hey darlings! Oh, guess what thing in my hand now..... (okay, beside the keyboard, of course) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOAL-SOAL LATIHAN UJIAN NASIONAL BIDANG STUDI: GEOGRAFI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how pathetic I am, muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is just an update. So you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep missing me&lt;/span&gt;. Nyahahahaha. Dears, I have to end this post here. Damn, continue to read about siklus hidrologi and sooooooo on.&lt;br /&gt;More pictures, bey-bs (how to read it: babies), and stories later. This geography papers is starting to intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1053236059444651387?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1053236059444651387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1053236059444651387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1053236059444651387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1053236059444651387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashy-flash-update-geography.html' title='A Flashy Flash Update: Geography!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-215535114272034584</id><published>2009-05-15T23:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:43:07.049+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Seducing</title><content type='html'>Okay, my second post today. Well, I wanna tell you about someone. Well, as if he will open and read this. But it's just in case and to kill the time--I'm sleepy but I won't sleep (stupid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know this isn't my place to communicate what I feel and well, yeah, this is kinda selfish and jealousy, but that's the real thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;This person, is upside down-ing me. Umm, maybe you don't get what I meant. This person's kinda playing with me. Sometimes this person popping my hopes, sometimes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; shuts it down. Okay, finally revealed: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a guy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Umm, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; treat me well, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; care about me, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; said sweet things to me. And it's just.......... lovely. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;'s an incredibly lovable person.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; drown me in a jealous river by heard about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;crush. It's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;annoyingggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;About &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how perfect&lt;/span&gt; this girl's life, how incredible she is, bla bla bla. And me? S-t-u-c-k u-p.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I should get over &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. I know I should. Or I must?&lt;br /&gt;It's just I can't resist him.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I already over &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; yester-days. But it's just so hard for me to stand by what I decide, because he's so...... I don't know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seducing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, yeah, I wouldn't cry for this one. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We will seperate this year--or even this month? We're going to different high school. And after I finished my high school later, I'll take my college time at Melbourne--I really HOPE so. And yeah, it means we will seperated by million miles away. So I hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can forget each others&lt;/span&gt; and living our lives normally; without having any contact anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s on my MSN list! Damn. That's one of the problem; why I can't resist &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s still online right now. What should I do? We were talking about few minutes ago, but I have to stand by this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to end this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He have his girl, I take my life back. Win-win solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Should I offline and go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-215535114272034584?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/215535114272034584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=215535114272034584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/215535114272034584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/215535114272034584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/annoying-seducing.html' title='Annoying Seducing'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-9069464698470073991</id><published>2009-05-15T19:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:03:57.168+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Most Wanted Fashion Items!</title><content type='html'>You know what? I just lost 3 kilograms!!!! Oh deaaaaaaaaar! It's a great great news for me. I just weighing this afternoon, and found myself in x2! (x=? you guess!)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, here they are my most wanted fashion items ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Most Wanted Fashion Items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhy-RVWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pUwe352ahGc/s1600-h/58096321-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhy-RVWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pUwe352ahGc/s320/58096321-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047058448110946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yiHCp3RI/AAAAAAAAANE/FxKyg5fmvEs/s1600-h/1240607547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yiHCp3RI/AAAAAAAAANE/FxKyg5fmvEs/s320/1240607547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047063835204882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhrjTHaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wHo4jjMn1B0/s1600-h/41953_fr_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhrjTHaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wHo4jjMn1B0/s320/41953_fr_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047056455933346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhk0Np7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/KRFm1-nAE6g/s1600-h/44020506_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhk0Np7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/KRFm1-nAE6g/s320/44020506_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047054647830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uT90qXiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yQe_SP7E_6c/s1600-h/g31385f_black_mnnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uT90qXiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yQe_SP7E_6c/s320/g31385f_black_mnnew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336042422795918882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uUJecfrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tXZpsG9ywDs/s1600-h/Song-Fuchsia-Boots-Mid-Calf-Womens-Fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uUJecfrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tXZpsG9ywDs/s320/Song-Fuchsia-Boots-Mid-Calf-Womens-Fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336042425923960498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t3dWHniI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-uCvrtfTvLs/s1600-h/56797549-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t3dWHniI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-uCvrtfTvLs/s320/56797549-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336041933041540642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uT_Zj-eI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v5Fb5dyF9CY/s1600-h/default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1uT_Zj-eI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v5Fb5dyF9CY/s320/default.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336042423219124706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t3IaO57I/AAAAAAAAALs/x0qHK27Dc0g/s1600-h/39089_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t3IaO57I/AAAAAAAAALs/x0qHK27Dc0g/s320/39089_in_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336041927421650866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t29Q7A0I/AAAAAAAAALk/T6-YkWU1AgI/s1600-h/23022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1t29Q7A0I/AAAAAAAAALk/T6-YkWU1AgI/s320/23022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336041924429808450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they just loooooovely? ABSOLUTELY THEY ARE! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;From above: scarf, high gladiator, ankle boots, wedges, opaque, ugg boots, flat shoes, leather bikers jacket, cut-out boots, oxford shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your top 10 most wanted fashion items too, darlings. So maybe we can share each others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-9069464698470073991?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/9069464698470073991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=9069464698470073991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/9069464698470073991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/9069464698470073991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10-most-wanted-fashion-items.html' title='Top 10 Most Wanted Fashion Items!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sg1yhy-RVWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pUwe352ahGc/s72-c/58096321-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5557891663159699784</id><published>2009-05-14T18:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:09:37.188+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyvore</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy about POLYVORE!&lt;br /&gt;Polyvore is a game. It's about mixing and matching clothes, shoes, bags, and of course, accessories. The items are so...........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stunning&lt;/span&gt;. I can't resist them. I've been made umm, 12? 13? Umm, okay. 15 sets.&lt;br /&gt;You have to check it out this fab game: &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com"&gt;www.polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt; (click on it).&lt;br /&gt;I will practice a lot to be better setters (just like some masters--you can check their masterpiece too).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ayu, for introducing this fascinating game! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Okay, this is my second post for today..... is that kinda 'too much'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5557891663159699784?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5557891663159699784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5557891663159699784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5557891663159699784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5557891663159699784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/polyvore.html' title='Polyvore'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1164142840576723482</id><published>2009-05-14T14:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:58:54.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Rainy</title><content type='html'>Raining again this morning! Haha. But, going to afternoon, it turns so hot and sunny. I just finished my proposal. Finally, I give it to Auntie Devy--she works at Sosro--so might be she wants to be one of yearbook sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's short post for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1164142840576723482?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1164142840576723482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1164142840576723482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1164142840576723482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1164142840576723482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-rainy.html' title='Sunny Rainy'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-9009633359760265981</id><published>2009-05-13T21:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:56:52.247+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still, About Farewell</title><content type='html'>Oh, I just got a new good news!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after know that Ms. Ida will join us, my mom SAY YES! Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Finally (again), I know how to make everything happen. Surrender, and always pray to God. It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm feeling so bored about school. It sucks. I just trying to enjoy it--enjoy my last time at Tarakanita 4--but I just can't. The teachers still push us to study--I'm not blame them to do that, I know they do that for our goodness. But it's just........ pissing me off. But, still, face it as a mature women! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Anyway, I want to make a garage sale in my garage. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-9009633359760265981?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/9009633359760265981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=9009633359760265981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/9009633359760265981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/9009633359760265981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-about-farewell.html' title='Still, About Farewell'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5416885731063220358</id><published>2009-05-12T20:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:12:38.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perm-ission</title><content type='html'>As what I predicted before:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;straight to the NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, I try to accept it. Trying to be a mature daughter, trying to understand why they not allow me to attend this farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad, I know. They'll have fun over there, laughing and joking. And me? The only thing I can do is whispering from the phone; enjoying their voices.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it's kinda hard to accept but okay. I try to be mature and throw over my childish self-centered feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I cant' join your happiness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5416885731063220358?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5416885731063220358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5416885731063220358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5416885731063220358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5416885731063220358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/perm-ission.html' title='Perm-ission'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2546004690581919319</id><published>2009-05-12T15:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:54:38.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash News</title><content type='html'>My class is planning a farewell party. First plan is Anyer, but after Gisela browse the internet, the cottages prices are just bullshit. So we think another plan, maybe Puncak? Well, the most important thing I have to think now is just A PERMISSION. If I success get through that, everything will gonna be okay. Readers, let's pray together. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hope my mom will say yes. Next information I'll tell ya'll later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2546004690581919319?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2546004690581919319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2546004690581919319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2546004690581919319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2546004690581919319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/flash-news.html' title='Flash News'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1349555174839011079</id><published>2009-05-11T17:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:00:55.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood-ing</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, today's RAINING! How much I missing rainy day.......&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ok. What should I tell you today? Well, nothing special. Oh, SCHOOL IS BORING!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't resist myself to sleep or force myself to wake up and learn. Cause, well, yeah, I think that National Exam is OVER, so...............&lt;br /&gt;That's for today. Uh, uh, before I forget. I HOPE MY SCHOOL WILL &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLOODING &lt;/span&gt;TOMORROW! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1349555174839011079?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1349555174839011079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1349555174839011079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1349555174839011079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1349555174839011079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/flood-ing.html' title='Flood-ing'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6075206953181356362</id><published>2009-05-10T17:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:16:03.105+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definetly Bankrupt</title><content type='html'>I've just bought a GoGirl! (May edition). It talks about passion.&lt;br /&gt;Well, from all the tips &amp;amp; tricks they  made, I was thinking about my passion. Well, I can't decided what's my real real real passion to focus. Is that fashion designing? Or journalism? Or even music? But, for now, the only thing I adore is fashion. No matter is that designing or even combining clothes. Oh yeah, I just joined &lt;a href="http://www.chictopia.com/"&gt;Chictopia.com&lt;/a&gt;. The place for fashionistas around the world. Anyway, I've been thinking to improve and update my boring closet. It's just SO LAST YEAR and I was, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, what the hell is this? &lt;/span&gt;But, again, unfortunately........ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM BANKRUPT&lt;/span&gt; (you usually call this kind of situation as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;kanker&lt;/span&gt;--kantong kering in Indonesia language). And yeah, I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;We (me and mom) were in Charles &amp;amp; Keith a few hours ago, and I saw lots of treasure. Okay, maybe my mom said they were just plastics with high prices and great design. Instead of, you bought a bad quality with bad design but cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work, I think. Cause I just sick of those lovely, cute and elegant stilettos, flat shoes, wedges, or even boots! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6075206953181356362?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6075206953181356362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6075206953181356362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6075206953181356362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6075206953181356362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/definetly-bankrupt.html' title='Definetly Bankrupt'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5140793954252436413</id><published>2009-05-09T00:08:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:49:34.778+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting With Stiletto</title><content type='html'>Finally! We've just finished the photo shoot today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and my legs are hurts. Hiks. It feels uncomfort and..... umm, I can't describe it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw the pictures of me, Ayu, Xavier and Nando. Kinda cute, I think. But the photographers take more photos for backup. I hope the result will be great.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have new fringe! Hahahahahaha. You have to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SgRpahndh8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8gxHjnrhBUA/s1600-h/P1020276resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SgRpahndh8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8gxHjnrhBUA/s320/P1020276resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333503763134908354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gray "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Think Your Boyfriend Is Cheating On Us&lt;/span&gt;" Tee: Mangosteen&lt;br /&gt;Floral Skirt: Neu'Mor&lt;br /&gt;Bag: Gucci&lt;br /&gt;Pump Shoes: Everbest&lt;br /&gt;Hairdo: Johnny Andrean&lt;br /&gt;Location: Monas, Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do I look like? Attractive, silly, stupid, or ugly? Let me know, ya ya ya ya ya?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, after the photo-session, me and Ayu go to Mom's office in BEJ (Bursa Efek Jakarta) right in front of Pacific Place. Because Mom have something to do, she told me and Ayu to wait in Pacific Place. Oh, my pleasure! Hahahahahaha. And yeah, we go to toilet first and then walking around. Finally, we decided to window-shopping at M Pacific Place, but because we were boring, we get outta M and go to Charles &amp;amp; Keith (actually, the real destination is Mango). Oh dear, THEIR SHOES ARE JUST FABULOUS (and of course, the extremely fabulous one is the DISCOUNT! Muahahahahahaha.)! Me and Ayu starting to see stilettos, cause she said she needs new shoes. And yeah, we promise to buy the same shoes someday.&lt;br /&gt;Why I have no money for now? There are lots of sale and I just can't hold one's own? One word to describe my feeling for now: DIS-ASTER.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I always pray for a money rain. Hahahahahaha. But I know it'll never happen. Or maybe it'll happen if money isn't means of exchange anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion for today: I want a pair of new shoooooooooooooooes! Uh, uh. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5140793954252436413?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5140793954252436413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5140793954252436413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5140793954252436413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5140793954252436413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/flirting-with-stiletto.html' title='Flirting With Stiletto'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SgRpahndh8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8gxHjnrhBUA/s72-c/P1020276resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8501295235837013376</id><published>2009-05-07T18:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:42:33.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Journey</title><content type='html'>Oh, today is a tired day. But I love it anyway. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 7th and 8th are empty so we discuss about places for the photo shoot. Okay, the theme is back to basic, Around The World. I decided to named my style as France Mademoiselle. Isn't that cute? Oh, please say yes!! Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the long-time discussion, we finally decided to visit some places. Survey. Our first destination is Sudirman. But because if we go to Sudirman we have to pass Taman Suropati. But we think we have to feature the Sudirman first. So we left Suropati.&lt;br /&gt;After it, we go to Sudirman. Looking for some strategic places for the photo shoot. And we passed Sampoerna Strategic too! Oh damn, the building is just so classy and posh.&lt;br /&gt;After we browse the Sudirman street, we found nothing. Finally, we go back to Suropati again to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear. The garden is not really good now. It's just pathetic, knowing one of Jakarta's garden become that bad. The grass aren't full to cover the stinky-flabby-brown land, the fountain aren't on full-time, oh and....... I don't know. It just looks like unmanageable.&lt;br /&gt;With upset feeling, we decided to see Taman Jogging in Kelapa Gading. Before it, we go to McD first to eat. Oh dear, I'm S-T-A-R-V-I-N-G. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we see the Taman Jogging and decide to make this place as the photo shoot location. And we met Reza &amp;amp; Santi too :)&lt;br /&gt;After playing for awhile, we finally tired and go home. First, I take Wiranti, Tania, and Sekar near Terminal Rawamangun. And then I take Tika home, and visit her house for awhile. Anyway, I love her house. It's minimalist and well just simple but chic. And then, before my car sleeping in my garage, Aldo go home. His house is near my house. About..... I don't know. But in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;And finally I go home and watch Kepompong for awhile. Well, honestly, Kepompong is uninteresting anymore (at least for me). I don't know. The story is lame, I've been watching the last episode of Kepompong and it's just..... Well, I don't know. Kinda boring?&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I take a bath and finally sitting in front of my computer. Hahahahahaha. Anyway, I got the latest news. Sekar said, Phillip suggest a new place. It's Situ Lembang Jakarta, Menteng. What do you think? Tell me, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I already mentioned with who I go? I go with Tania, Tika, Sekar, Wiranti, and Aldo. They're just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8501295235837013376?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8501295235837013376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8501295235837013376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8501295235837013376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8501295235837013376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-today-is-tired-day.html' title='Thursday Journey'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8266341281355452560</id><published>2009-05-06T15:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:09:27.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot Costume</title><content type='html'>Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Finally I know what I have to wear this Friday for Yearbook Photo Shoot. At least I know I must wear a floral skirt and thanks to Auntie Devy for her kindness to borrow me her skirts to trying on! (smoooochie)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, finally the practice exam is O-V-E-R! But, here they are the school exam. Voila.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm a little skinnier? I don't know. I just look at the mirror and see. I'm not weighing yet. I'm afraid if I'm wrong and then being upset. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I through the religion test, too. While waiting for the school-over-bell ringing, me, Ayu, and Tiffany make some video parody. Okay, we looks so silly. If Tiffany upload it to Facebook (we create it by her phone), I'll copy it and upload them here.&lt;br /&gt;That's for now (I can't promise I'll not write anything later, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing. If you can tell me how to promote my blog, just comment this post, please? PLEASE? I need it. Thanks. I just love to hanging around with the bloggers--and also read their posts too. I love to share my life and hope you may share yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8266341281355452560?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8266341281355452560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8266341281355452560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8266341281355452560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8266341281355452560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-shoot-costume.html' title='Photo Shoot Costume'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2894814460810035341</id><published>2009-05-05T14:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:15:18.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is suck. Damn, I think today's my unlucky day. But whatever. Anybody can save me? I'm just........... shit, my pencil case is gone. My body hurts. What's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2894814460810035341?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2894814460810035341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2894814460810035341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2894814460810035341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2894814460810035341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-mood.html' title='Bad Mood'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1079777774963932712</id><published>2009-05-04T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:53:54.365+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just About Today</title><content type='html'>Gila ya, hari ini itu capek banget. Saking capeknya, gue males nge-post pake bahasa Inggris hari ini karena gue udah males mikir grammar dan segala macemnya itu.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini test olahraga. Pertama-tama, disuruh lari sprint. Abis itu lompat jauh, dikasi kesempatan 3x, nanti diambil nilai lompatan yang paling jauh. Yang ketiga, basket. Gue sih yang pas dribel bolak-baliknya masih belom siap bener jadinya bola-nya lari-lari (ah kayak siap bolanya bakal bisa dikontrol aja). Terus abis itu masukin ke ring. Target nilainya 5 bola yang dimasukin, gue cuma bisa 2! Oh my. Abis itu senam lantai. Nah, ini dia. INI DIA. Nightmare banget ya ampun. Materi yang diujiankan: roll depan, roll belakang, kayang, sama sikap lilin. Oke, mungkin Raditya Dika bakal lulus karena dia kan jago-nya kayang tuh. Kalo gue?!&lt;br /&gt;Oke, setelah ketakutan yang begitu mendalam hingga menjalar ke bagian dasar jiwa dan raga (ah lebay abis), akhirnya gue berhasil melewatinya!! Walaupun roll-nya gak lurus-lurus amat tapi lumayanlah. Walaupun gue gabisa kayang dari berdiri, tapi ya at least gue bisa kayang gituloh. Abis itu sikap lilin. Sekali gue belom pas, akhirnya gue ngulang lagi. Berhasil. Sudahlah, yang pasti sudah lewat dan sudah selesai.&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu ganti baju, trus pada ngomongin soal yearbook. Akhirnya kita putuskan buat foto di Sudirman sore-sore. Jadi latarnya gedung-gedung gitu. Fashion &amp;amp; The City.&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu, akhirnya pulang. Terus kan nungguin Talita tapi ga nongol-nongol, akhirnya gue sama Ayu nyari.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, ketemu juga di depan aula. Ternyata Talita belom maju. Yaudah kita tungguin. Terus ya gue kan gak dijemput hari ini, pulangnya naik bajai. Yaudah, gue nawar-nawar kan 7 ribu. Sebenernya gue ada duit 10 ribu tapi 3 ribu udah gue pake buat minum abisnya aus banget gitu. Gue udah nawar 3 bajai tapi gak ada yang mau. Semuanya pada mau 8 ribu. Akhirnya ada satu bapak-bapak mau 7 ribu sampe depan rumah gue. Gue sebenernya kasian sama dia. Soalnya waktu gue ngasi uang 7 ribu itu dia kayak pasrah gitu. Ya ampun, coba tadi gue gak beli minum, mungkin gue bisa ngasi uang lebih sama dia. Gue ngerasa jahat, tapi ya apa boleh buat? Nasi udah jadi bubur.&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah, akhirnya gue pulang trus gue minta dibikinin sandwich tuna. Terus gue tidur deh.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang baru bangun lagi, aduh lumayan deh udah istirahat beberapa jam. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;This is for today. Wish me luck for tomorrow; praktek IPA bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1079777774963932712?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1079777774963932712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1079777774963932712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1079777774963932712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1079777774963932712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-about-today.html' title='Just About Today'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7707552090676061099</id><published>2009-05-03T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:58:52.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gathering</title><content type='html'>Actually, I want to post something new yesterday. But, because my mom have to finish her work so I can do it today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday is my family gathering. Firstly, my auntie Debby and uncle Ferry pick me at my house and we go to their house. And then we eat soto while we wait for my cousins come, David &amp;amp; Jonathan. Moreover, my auntie's children--also my cousins--is sleeping. After the cousins all ready, we go to Pacific Place. First of all, because my cousins want to play, we go to the playground. I forgot the name... Amazing land or what? That is in the floor 5 or 6 are likely, that under Kidzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vx_LpeMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NTZU8H1Rskc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vx_LpeMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NTZU8H1Rskc/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331470069696919746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxysEW_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qLGc_mywVJY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxysEW_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qLGc_mywVJY/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331470066343238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top: yd.&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Rampage&lt;br /&gt;Bag: Louis Fontaine&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Vornera&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: The Fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After it, we go to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pancious.com/"&gt;Pancious&lt;/a&gt;, a place that serve pancake. Oh dear, I miss pancake so bad! I order Black Forest Pancake Double. Damn, I ruin my diet program. But whatsoever, I don't care because I looooove pancake! Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxnri2mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tAG539JD41g/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxnri2mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tAG539JD41g/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331470063388252770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I forgot, I see this picture below on the way I go to Pacific Place. Stupidly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxm7ZmbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GJDQR_iQfSg/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vxm7ZmbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GJDQR_iQfSg/s320/P1020220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331470063186319794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Pancious, we decide to go to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.puttputt.com/home.html"&gt;PuttPutt&lt;/a&gt;. It's a mini golf course. But not just golf, there are many kinds of games there. We play there and after the golf-time, my cousins want to fishing. We got 9--or 8--fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf02KCwlbBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p94Fm4ggrco/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf02KCwlbBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p94Fm4ggrco/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477080043777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it, my uncle Robert and auntie Mega want to deliver me home. I have funny times with Bimo, my youngest cousin on my way home. Before they deliver me home, we stop at Hotel Borobudur, my uncle has some business there with his colleague. And then, they come to my home. Bimo takes a bath in my bathroom, and then after I don't know--about a hour? Or more? Or less?--Bimo go home with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Nice family gathering day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. More photo? Seek in my facebook (Astrid Emia), thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7707552090676061099?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7707552090676061099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7707552090676061099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7707552090676061099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7707552090676061099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-gathering.html' title='Family Gathering'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/Sf0vx_LpeMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NTZU8H1Rskc/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4521316883872018718</id><published>2009-05-01T12:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:02:11.022+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runway</title><content type='html'>I'm deadly boring at home. First plan is, I will watching Watchmen with Ayu, Dona, and Krystle. But unfortunately, I can't join them because there's no one could pick me to La Piazza.&lt;br /&gt;And I think, how about taking pictures? But, my dad got the digital camera with him. So I can't take pictures. How about looking the latest runway? That's a good idea. And I've got these:&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/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSr2udrwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LR6h7w8J_3M/s1600-h/00240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSr2udrwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LR6h7w8J_3M/s320/00240m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330734391068831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrtHFsJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/X4feQVTgUhg/s1600-h/00180m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrtHFsJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/X4feQVTgUhg/s320/00180m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330734388487762066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrUpHJpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k6RLxDRd1pc/s1600-h/00140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrUpHJpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k6RLxDRd1pc/s320/00140m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330734381919577746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrI0Cf-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Se5lScQCO0A/s1600-h/00130m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSrI0Cf-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Se5lScQCO0A/s320/00130m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330734378744184802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROrNKNxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HhI8qhHpDd8/s1600-h/00070m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROrNKNxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HhI8qhHpDd8/s320/00070m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732790248519442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROhEYkuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4aKyR-cS-fs/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROhEYkuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4aKyR-cS-fs/s320/00060m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732787527357154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROSzj_uI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mH-az65WCOY/s1600-h/00020m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROSzj_uI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mH-az65WCOY/s320/00020m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732783698706146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROLgT50I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H7fM_F_k3Bg/s1600-h/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqROLgT50I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H7fM_F_k3Bg/s320/00010m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330732781738911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more in my desktop document. And, now, I'm crazy over &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Louboutin's shoes&lt;/span&gt;! Damn, I seek them in Google and gosh, they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4521316883872018718?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4521316883872018718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4521316883872018718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4521316883872018718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4521316883872018718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/04/runway.html' title='Runway'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SfqSr2udrwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LR6h7w8J_3M/s72-c/00240m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1594197711416802283</id><published>2009-05-01T07:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:40:15.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Tuna Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoam..... Morning all. I just woke up from sleep about 10 minutes ago and well, I can't sleep tight last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Something happened yesterday, but really sorry I can't tell you here what was that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay, because I feel hungry, I call my maid and said I want breakfast but she said there's nothing at home so she has to go to Indomaret, nearest market from my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I've been thinking to search about How To Make Tuna Sandwich. Now I found it! 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Panaskan margarin, tumis bawang Bombay hingga harum, tambahkan ikan tuna, kacang polong, saus sambal dan saus tomat, masak sambil diaduk hingga mendidih. Angkat. Tambahkan saus mayonnaise, aduk rata. Sisihkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Siapkan roti tawar, alas dengan daun selada. Beri tumisan ikan tuna, ratakan. Beri potongan telur, tomat dan lembaran keju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tutup atasnya dengan lembaran roti yang lain. Potong-Potong. Atur dalam kotak bekal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Untuk 3 Porsi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After looking for this recipe, I take a look for Healthy Diet for Teens (in Indonesia language). But I found nothing. Well, there's a kinda Q&amp;amp;A in the result, but I don't think it's good cause they answering people question, but not in public way. I mean, their tips is just for some people. So, for me, I need tips in public way, such as don't eat this and this, or drink this or this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Peeps, I think I have to end this post for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;as always,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours with cherry on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1594197711416802283?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1594197711416802283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1594197711416802283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1594197711416802283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1594197711416802283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/04/roasted-tuna-sandwich.html' title='Roasted Tuna Sandwich'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4218288871079644727</id><published>2009-04-30T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:01:18.539+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIRCUS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, I think I've just finished my National Exam today. But I don't know, I'm afraid of my scores..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, let's start from something new. I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIRCUS&lt;/span&gt; is the new tag-line for this blog. I've been thinking to change the link but maybe friends will hard to find my new link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, how about changing this blog to fashion-blog? Let's see later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am deadly wanting to go to Forever 21. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;, darling! Oh my. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours with cherry on top&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4218288871079644727?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4218288871079644727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4218288871079644727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4218288871079644727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4218288871079644727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/04/circus.html' title='CIRCUS?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7683299445675594246</id><published>2009-04-18T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:59:27.414+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelajaran Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH,&lt;/span&gt; UAN TINGGAL SEBENTAR LAGI, KAWAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH&lt;/span&gt; banget gasih?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sebenernya I have a lot of things I want to share with you--banyak kejadian yang dapat kita simak dan pelajari dalam hidup gue belakangan ini sejak posting terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Yang sangat membekas di hati sih ada kejadian waktu itu di Mangga Dua. Jadi, gue lagi nemenin Nenek gue ke Mangga Dua nih, trus Nenek gue lagi di toilet. Nah, gue nunggu di depan toilet sambil memperhatikan sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu cowok--sok bergaya jagoan gitulah, menajiskan!--ngomong sama seorang OB kayak minta dibayarin makannya gitu. Nah, di sekitar tempat berlangsungnya drama mengenaskan ini juga ada seorang ibu yang lagi dagang makanan gitu disitu.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayolah, lo kan abis gajian! Bayarin dong!!" kurang-lebih begitulah dialog si CSJ (Cowok Sok Jagoan) ini.&lt;br /&gt;Si OB ini pasrah walaupun sempet nolak gitu. Tapi akhirnya, si CSJ ini ngambil sebungkus dagangan si ibu trus bilang, "Bu, dibayar sama si ini ya!" sambil nunjuk OB itu. Yaudah, dengan berat hati dan muka pasrah dan iklas, si OB ini pun membayar makanan si CSJ gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Gue pun berpikir. Kasian gak sih, sama orang kayak gitu? Berasa lagi syuting OB di OKTV ga sih lo? Okay, itu urusan lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang paling gue pikirin adalah, berapa sih gaji si OB itu? Mungkin untuk memenuhin kebutuhan dia sendiri aja masih suka kurang, apalagi memenuhi kebutuhan si CSJ brengsek itu?&lt;br /&gt;Gue jadi kasian. Lalu gue pun bercermin--bukan pake kaca, tapi pake hati.&lt;br /&gt;Gue bisa tinggal di rumah yang enak, di kamar yang adem ada ACnya dan tempat tidur empuk, bisa makan apapun yang gue mau, bisa ke sekolah pake mobil trus ketemu temen-temen trus jajan, trus bahkan nongkrong-nongkrong sana-sini tanpa dibayangi ketakutan oleh orang-orang semacam CSJ itu. Ironis kan, sama hidup si OB? Dia mungkin tinggal di rumah kecil yang harusnya masuk Bedah Rumah, atau dia punya sodara banyak yang harus dia tanggung? Mungkin, makan hari ini aja dia harus irit banget.&lt;br /&gt;Gue kadang juga suka mikir, hati orang-orang kayak CSJ gitu udah gaada kali ya? Udah tumpul? Udah kandas?&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah. Tapi apa yang gue tangkep dari kejadian ini, gue harus bersyukur dengan apa yang gue punya sekarang dan diambil hikmahnya ajalah sebagai proses pendewasaan.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gue pengen iPod!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7683299445675594246?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7683299445675594246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7683299445675594246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7683299445675594246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7683299445675594246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/04/pelajaran-hidup.html' title='Pelajaran Hidup'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5059404539993988793</id><published>2009-04-11T16:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:31:39.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just These Days</title><content type='html'>It's been so loooooooooooong time I didn't post something new from my life! Haha. Hello, then.&lt;br /&gt;These days sangat menyebalkan, karena gue di-push terus untuk belajar oleh Mamsky tercinta. Anyway, pemilu kayaknya the hottest news these days ya? Haha. Beside, gue lagi menjalani ulangan umum. And I think exam is not a great topic to talk about ya?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've been thinking to buy an iPod. Kayaknya sih iPod Nano aja, yang murah dan space-nya gabegitu besar karena gue juga gabutuh lagu sampe berpuluh-puluh ribu, kan?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, jalan untuk membeli iPod inilah yang rada-rada susah. First, gue harus nabung. Taaaaaaaaaaaapi, gue bukan tipe orang yang bisa nabung. Sekarang aja duit di dompet tinggal goceng, man. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Ehm, well, yeah, gue harus mengakui gue harus belajar lebih giatttt! Biar masuk SMA negri dong! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sampe sini dulu kali yaa. Hope I can finish my exam and having great scores. Aaaaaaaamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5059404539993988793?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5059404539993988793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5059404539993988793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5059404539993988793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5059404539993988793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-these-days.html' title='Just These Days'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4133484260813287050</id><published>2009-03-04T18:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:16:26.655+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work hard, play hard?</title><content type='html'>Tau dong, dengan semboyan itu?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Gue sedang mempertimbangkan tentang semboyan itu dalam hidup gue sekarang ini. Haruskah gue meneladaninya atau tidak?&lt;br /&gt;Gue rasa nggak--at least buat sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, gamungkin gue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; play hard&lt;/span&gt; untuk sekarang ini. Work hard sih iya. Bisa tiba-tiba kejatohan pohon belimbing gue kalo play hard untuk sekarang ini. Tentu saja karena ada makhluk bernama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ujian Akhir Nasional&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Suer ya, gue itu sangat-sangat kecewa sekali dengan hasil try out sampah gue itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut ini data-datanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matematika : 5,8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IPA: 5,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahasa Indonesia : 7,6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahasa Inggris : 7,6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau mati gue dapet nilai segitu buat UAN nanti! Jangan sampe deh. Semoga aja, nilai UAN gue bisa mencukupi untuk masuk ke SMAN 68. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun, dengan nilai segitu gue lulus. Tapi rata-ratanya cuma 26,6! Masuk SMAN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hidup enggan mati tak mau&lt;/span&gt;, iya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasudahlah, daripada gue harus meratapi nasib yang sebegitu menderitanya. Tenang saja, masih ada try out kedua! JENG JENG JENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, gue harus bisa dapet minimal 34 di try out ke dua. Doain ya, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, sudahlah. Mau lanjutin ngeles, nih. Haha. Eh kok ngeles bisa internetan?&lt;br /&gt;Iya nih, baru selesai bikin tugas agama. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang mau beli PDA ga? Keluaran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O2 seri Xda II&lt;/span&gt; warna silver. Kondisi sih masih bisa buat nelpon sama sms. Gue buka harga 1 juta. Ada yang berminat? Kalo ada kontak saya segera ya. Wujud nyata handphone-nya nyusul ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours with cherry on top, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid a.k.a Scarlett Deveraux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4133484260813287050?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4133484260813287050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4133484260813287050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4133484260813287050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4133484260813287050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-hard-play-hard.html' title='Work hard, play hard?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1573021987282802013</id><published>2009-02-01T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:53:58.547+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DB dan gucci</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya, gue putuskan untuk masuk ke DB.&lt;br /&gt;Sehari sebelum bayaran UPP, gue sama emak gue browsing internet gitu buat mastiin lagi. Nah, gue nemu satu link yang isinya daftar peringkat SMA. Berikut daftarnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peringkat Nasional 1 s/d 50 Berdasarkan hasil EBTANAS SMU/MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  SMU KRISTEN I PENABUR&lt;br /&gt;2.  SMU INSAN CENDEKIA&lt;br /&gt;3.  SMUN 2 MODAL BANGSA KUTA BARO&lt;br /&gt;4.  SMU KRISTEN 3 PENABUR&lt;br /&gt;5.  SMU SANTA URSULA&lt;br /&gt;6.  SMU ALOYSIUS 1 BANDUNG&lt;br /&gt;7.  SMU KRISTEN BPK 1 PNB BANDUNG&lt;br /&gt;8.  SMU ST. URSULA II&lt;br /&gt;9.  SMU NEGERI 8&lt;br /&gt;10.  SMU Negeri 1 Padang Panjang&lt;br /&gt;11.  SMU Taruna Nusantara&lt;br /&gt;12.  SMU KRISTEN 5 BPK PENABUR&lt;br /&gt;13.  SMU ST ANGELA BANDUNG&lt;br /&gt;14.  SMUN 2 TINGGIMONCONG&lt;br /&gt;15.  SMU KANISIUS&lt;br /&gt;16.  SMU NEGERI 1 SIDOARJO&lt;br /&gt;17.  SMU DON BOSCO II&lt;br /&gt;18.  SMU N 2 AMLAPURA&lt;br /&gt;19.  SMU SANG TIMUR&lt;br /&gt;20.  SMU Kolese Loyola&lt;br /&gt;21.  SMU TARUNA BUMI KHATULISTIWA&lt;br /&gt;22.  SMU NEGERI 1 GENTENG&lt;br /&gt;23.  SMU KRISTEN BARANA&lt;br /&gt;24.  SMU Negeri 1 Yogyakarta&lt;br /&gt;25.  SMU SWASTA TITIAN TERAS&lt;br /&gt;26.  SMU NEGERI 12&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  SMU YOS SUDARSO&lt;br /&gt;28.  SMU TRINITAS BANDUNG&lt;br /&gt;29.  SMU Negeri 1 Bukittinggi&lt;br /&gt;30.  SMU SANTA THERESIA&lt;br /&gt;31.  SMU TARUNA DRA. ZULAEHA&lt;br /&gt;32.  SMU FONS VITAE I&lt;br /&gt;33.  SMU K KALAM KUDUS 2&lt;br /&gt;34.  SMU NEGERI 1 GIANYAR&lt;br /&gt;35.  SMU NEGERI 81&lt;br /&gt;36.  SMU KRISTEN KARUNIA&lt;br /&gt;37.  SMU Negeri 3 Yogyakarta&lt;br /&gt;38.  SMU N 1 Klaten&lt;br /&gt;39.  SMU NEGERI 5 SURABAYA&lt;br /&gt;40.  SMU ALOYSIUS 2 BANDUNG&lt;br /&gt;41.  SMU KRISTEN 4 PENABUR&lt;br /&gt;42.  SMU KRISTEN BINA BAKTI 2&lt;br /&gt;43.  SMU N 1 Pati&lt;br /&gt;44.  SMU DWI WARNA&lt;br /&gt;45.  SMU Negeri 4 Bukittinggi&lt;br /&gt;46.  SMU NEGERI 1 TUBAN&lt;br /&gt;47.  SMU PELITA HARAPAN&lt;br /&gt;48.  SMU NEGERI 78&lt;br /&gt;49.  SMU NEGERI 1 SEMARAPURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah yang menjadi salah satu "gambaran" gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, gue bosen bahas soal sekolah melulu jadinya gue bahas soal ini aja. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH-HEELS!&lt;br /&gt;Kok high heels?&lt;br /&gt;Iya, gue kan beberapa minggu yang lalu liat-liat situs Vogue, trus gue nemu beberapa foto dari runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SYVUAYp_arI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-2q2LHGBv0/s1600-h/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SYVUAYp_arI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-2q2LHGBv0/s320/gucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297732902266563250" border="0" /&gt;sky high-heels by Gucci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tolong ya kalo harus pake sepatu kayak gitu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; setiap hari&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Gue mulai kasian sama Agyness Deyn, Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, dan berikut nama-nama model lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kasian kaki mereka, maksudnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1573021987282802013?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1573021987282802013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1573021987282802013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1573021987282802013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1573021987282802013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/01/db-dan-gucci.html' title='DB dan gucci'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SYVUAYp_arI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-2q2LHGBv0/s72-c/gucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2735224859325751918</id><published>2009-01-28T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:01:30.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Bosco atau Fons Vitae?</title><content type='html'>YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, seneng nih. Keterima di Marsoed&amp;amp;DB! AHAAAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue bingung, mau pilih yang mana?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Jadi gue putuskan voting aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nelpon Ayu, katanya Marsoed aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nelpon Dona, katanya Marsoed aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nelpon Talita, katanya Marsoed aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nelpon Tiffany, katanya Marsoed aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nanya sodara gue yang aktif di bidang pendidikan, dia bilang terserah gue. Dia sih lebih banyak tau tentang Marsoed karena anak-anaknya sampe SMP di Marsoed.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begitu.&lt;br /&gt;Gue akhirnya memutuskan, mending Marsoed.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena dari segi transportasi lebih gampang, itu satu.&lt;br /&gt;Gue pulang bisa langsung capcus naik busway dan perginya pun bisa tinggal lurus-lurus aja abis nganter adek gue.&lt;br /&gt;Terus, Marsoed gak banjir dan letaknya di jalan raya, jadi gampang nyari angkutan. Laper? Tinggal BBT aja. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo DB, dia kan kompleks gitu jadi susah.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Jadi gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada yang mau usul, monggo atuh, komen aja yooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adieu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2735224859325751918?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2735224859325751918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2735224859325751918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2735224859325751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2735224859325751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/01/don-bosco-atau-fons-vitae.html' title='Don Bosco atau Fons Vitae?'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4737671705511420433</id><published>2009-01-23T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:34:48.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP, Sketchbook, DB, dan Theo</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Agak hectic sih minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu adalah hari yang sangaaaaaaat minta ditampol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; pikir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hp gue ilang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini nih. Gue kan kalo udah panik ya yang lebay gitu kan, hebohaaay gitu. Nah terus yaudah gue bikin panik anak-anak. Zz&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata tau ga ketemu dimana?&lt;br /&gt;'Di R-U-M-A-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sketchbook gue disita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Sumpah ya gue kangen banget sama sketchbook gue. Tetep masih di hari yang sama nih. Karena gue senewen gitu ya gara-gara hp gue, jd pas peltam gue kalut. Yaudah, gue juga lagian gabawa buku kan, daripada gue ngerecokin temen-temen gue trus buat kegaduhan alam liar, jadi mending gue gambar ajay. Yaudah, gue keluarin sketchbook trus gambar. Eh trus tiba-tiba Gisela bilang, "Simpen bukunya, lo diliatin!" Yaudah gue tutup bukunya trus nge-fake gitu kan sok-sok nyari buku atau barang.&lt;br /&gt;Terus tau-tau Bu Tati nyamperin gue, "Kamu ngapain dari tadi? Gambar?" Sambil ngambil buku sketchbook gue. Trus dia liat-liat isinya, "Bagus sih gambarnya. Kamu pengen jadi apa itu.... yang gambar-gambar gini...."&lt;br /&gt;"Desainer buuu." kata anak sekelas.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, nah, desainer. Kamu pengen jadi desainer?" gue cuma senyum-senyum najis.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya sudah. Ini buku saya sita. Saya kasi ke Bu Ida."&lt;br /&gt;Pasrah deh gue.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya masih ada kelanjutannya, tapi gue males bahasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adddddoooooy. Kangen banget buku sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;Eh iya, kemaren gue tes DB!&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah ya, cowok-cowok disitu guanteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng-guanteng buangets!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Izz sumpah gue ganyangka. Huah.&lt;br /&gt;Terus kan pas tes Matematika itu soalnya SUSYAH-SUSYAH BENER.&lt;br /&gt;Richard yang pinter Matematika aja bilang, "Bisa, bisa gila gue ngerjainnya!"&lt;br /&gt;DOCH GIMANA DONKZ NICH?&lt;br /&gt;Terus B.Inggris nya sih lumayan, banyak pertanyaan grammar.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, walopun grammar gue kurang, tapi gue setidaknya masih bisa ngerjain terus gak bengong-bengong kayak waktu ngerjain soal Mat itu. Itzah susah banget syumpah gaboongz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, gatau deh ntar tes Marsud gimana.&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, ntar waktu tes Marsud, Talita sama Theo. Jadi gue bisa ketemu Theo deeeeeh! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh segitu dulu yow update-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adieu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4737671705511420433?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4737671705511420433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4737671705511420433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4737671705511420433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4737671705511420433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/01/hp-sketchbook-db-dan-theo.html' title='HP, Sketchbook, DB, dan Theo'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7507855816784610614</id><published>2009-01-19T14:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:18:17.931+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banjirs</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. Meet me again, the most beautiful and gorgeous and talented girl in the world: Astrid Emia (it's okay to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puke&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah gue banjir hari ini. YAY! :) Tapi sangats merepotkan segenap bangsa di dunia karena gue takutnya tuh ada kecoa ngambang gitu atau tikus IH WAW.&lt;br /&gt;Terus ya, jadinya tuh anak-anak dipulangin jam 10. Nah, jam stengah 10 kan belnya bunyi, kirain udah boleh pulang gitu. Eh taunya ditahan gitu gaboleh pulang, ck gimana sih? Udah tau ribet gaboleh pulang lagi. Terus akhirnya jam 10 bel lagi trus baru boleh pulang.&lt;br /&gt;Nah terus, yaudah akhirnya nungguin Ayu bentar. Eh tapi katanya masih lama karena jam segitu aja Pak Eto baru masuk yaudah akhirnya gue, Talita, Krystle pun memutuskan untuk ke depan, siapa tau helikopter gue udah dateng gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas gue nyampe di depan, ternyata supir gue udah stand-by di mobil jadinya gue pamitan sama Talita, Mamanya Talita, en Krystle. Yaudah gue langsung capcus ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh kaki gue udah gatel gitu kan, gue takut korengan. Aduh jangan sampeeeeeeeeeeey. Terus yaudah gue sampe rumah langsung minta Dettol dan tadinya sih mau nyuci kaki pake Dettol di ember, tapi lalu gue punya ide yang lebih cling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be-ren-dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asoy dah. Ngahahaha. Iya jadi gue putuskan untuk berendam saja di bath-tub kamar gue. Tapi keributan belum selesai sampai disini, bung. Tutup buat nutup lobang aernya gak ketemu. Secara gue udah lama banget ga berendam jadinya itu tutup entah ada dimana. Terus akhirnya sampe ngambil tutup aer dari kamar mandi emak gue (dan hasilnya gak pas), eh terbesit sesuatu yang berwarna silver dari jendela, dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voila&lt;/span&gt;! Izzzz siapa sih yg kurang kerjaan naro itu di jendela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, gue rendeman sambil baca Gadis yang baru&amp;amp;dengerin lagu. Abis itu gue putuskan untuk online. Tiffany kan gamasuk gitu ya tadi katanya sih karna banjir, yaudah pas di MSN taunya dia online trus gue sapa, trus gue nudge 2x gadibales-bales gue mulai berpikir bahwa dia tak ada ditempat. Ya suds, gue memutuskan untuk membuka Facebook dan bermain Yoville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segitu dulu untuk saat ini ya darlings. Oh iya sebenernya gue kesel banget hari ini. Bukan kesel sih, lebih tepat dikatakan sebagai perasaan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;envy&amp;amp;jealous&lt;/span&gt; pada seseorang. Siapa lagi kalau bukan gebetan gue itu zzzzzzzz sudahlah tak usah dibahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7507855816784610614?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7507855816784610614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7507855816784610614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7507855816784610614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7507855816784610614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/01/banjirs.html' title='Banjirs'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5301810642649154534</id><published>2009-01-12T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:22:18.655+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Label, Bu Tati Cantik, dan Lovelife yang Menyedihkan</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Weks, long time no see yow.&lt;br /&gt;Gue akan membagi cerita gue kali ini dalam 3 bab: Fashion Label, Bu Tati Cantik, dan Lovelife yang Menyedihkan (seperti pada judul).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, pertama-tama gue akan menyampaikan seputar UAN yang akan gue tempuh nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, kepastian UAN diadain kapan udah keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Dari tanggal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27-30 April 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, masuk ke bab pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Fashion Label&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begini. Gue kan bercita-cita sebagai fashion designer. Jadi gue pikir, kalo fashion designer pasti punya nama dong buat labelnya? Nah, karna gue ogah pake nama gue Astrid Emia karna kurang nampol gitu, jd gue memilih. Tadinya namanya Fallacious, tapi gue ganti. Akhirnya, setelah pertapaan beberapa hari gue menemukan nama yang baik: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scarve&lt;/span&gt; (bacanya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skarve&lt;/span&gt;, dengan e dibaca kayak di "entong" bukan "monyet")&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa Scarve? Karena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ophisticated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;lassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rtistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;omantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;thnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mendapatkan nama ini saat pelajaran Fisika tadi siang. Bab berikutnya juga akan membahas tentang pelajaran Fisika tadi siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Bu Tati Cantik&lt;br /&gt;Yoman. Bu Tati itu cantik hatinya. Hihi. Kenapa gue tiba-tiba begini?&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kejadiannya tadi siang.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mendapatkan nama Scarve itu, gue gapunya feeling apa-apa ttg bakal terjadi sesuatu. Nah, abis itu tiba-tiba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP GUE BUNYI AJA GITU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjrit. Muka gue pucet. Terus gue ambil tuh hp dan terpaksa berjalan ke depan, ke tempat bu Tati.&lt;br /&gt;"HP kamu tidak akan saya sita sekarang."&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? Kenapa Bu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saya akan memberi kamu peringatan."&lt;br /&gt;"Makasih, Bu."&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat ya, kalau bunyi lagi... awas."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, Bu. Makasih, Bu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANJRITTTTTT. I LAP YU BU TATI MUAH MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata dia adalah orang yang sangat sangat sangat sangat sangat sangat baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Lovelife yang Menyedihkan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, ini bukan tentang masa lalu gue. Bukan juga tentang mantan saya. Ini tentang gebetan saya yang baru, yang sangat ganteng namun...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, dia menyukai wanita lain. Oh tidakkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;Abisnya dia ngasi harepan-harepan gitu jadinya ya gue seneng gitu kan, tapi ternyata AHHH TOLOLNYA GUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah, tak ingin membahasnya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saya lulus UAN aja deh haha. AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adieu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5301810642649154534?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5301810642649154534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5301810642649154534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5301810642649154534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5301810642649154534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-label-bu-tati-cantik-dan.html' title='Fashion Label, Bu Tati Cantik, dan Lovelife yang Menyedihkan'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3073544342017822757</id><published>2008-12-29T00:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:05:17.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa&amp;Mama</title><content type='html'>Ternyata, gue baru tau banget nih. Hot news; fresh from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Emak gue itu dulunya waktu kuliah anak bandel!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gatau kan?&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, emak gue dulu itu adalah tukang clubbing, bahkan dia dulu ngerokok.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, emak gue tetep punya IP tinggi dan dia adalah mahasiswi 3 besar di kampusnya, Universitas Padjajaran.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;Wah gue surprise banget waktu tau.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya, hari ini emak gue mau ketemu sama temen kuliahnya, namanya Dewi tapi dipanggil Dwei atau apalah gitu gue lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu temen mama ini dulu suka ngomel-ngomel gitu, haha."&lt;br /&gt;"Ngomel gimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, dia suka bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kau ini gimana sih, Mel? Kita sama-sama pulang dari disko, tapi IP-mu selalu bagus!'&lt;/span&gt; gitu."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya?" gue kaget dong ya emak gue adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dulunya.&lt;br /&gt;Terusan, karna gue penasaran, gue nanya aja sama emak gue.&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, mama pernah nyemok gak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nyemok? Apaan tuh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ngerokok."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya pernah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kan biasanya kalo udah sekali kena rokok pasti kecanduan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nggak dong. Kan mama&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pinter&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"YAH ELAH. OVER PEDE YA GINI INI."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila juga ya, emak gue adalah orang yang cukup badung. Oh ya, gue juga pernah tau kalo emak gue dulu itu suka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nilep&lt;/span&gt; barang-barang di restoran. Gue ulangin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n-i-l-e-p&lt;/span&gt;. Slash &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyolong&lt;/span&gt;. Slash &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyuri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gelas-gelas, piring-piring, tempat saos sama garem diambilin sama emak gue. Kayak gelas Dunkin Donuts gitu kan lucu-lucu gitu ya, diambilin aja gitu sama emak gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus bokap gue.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, bokap gue adalah seorang pembalap.&lt;br /&gt;Dia pernah menang jadi juara se-ocean pasifik dalam kejuaraan balap itu. Yang gue tau, kakek gue kurang suka balap-balapan. Jadinya, bokap gue didamparkan ke USU (Universitas Sumatera Utara) di jurusan kedokteran.&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia akhirnya sekarang ini jadi dokter deh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya, dia pengen jadi pilot, sampe SMA di Bandung karena rencana awalnya dia pengen jadi pilot. Tapi gajadi. Fakta-fakta belum terkumpul kenapa dia batal jadi pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga pengen jadi anak bandel dan pemberontak. Sebenernya ada bakat sih, HAHA. Tapi gue belom bisa menunjukkannya karna gue pengen jadi anak yang nakal tapi pinter. Kayak emak gue gitu. Gue beri bukti, bukan janji (kayak Tje Fuk)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, segini dulu yow. Wish me luck be the rebel but smart one! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3073544342017822757?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3073544342017822757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3073544342017822757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3073544342017822757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3073544342017822757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/12/papa.html' title='Papa&amp;Mama'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-7827562452507549142</id><published>2008-12-28T01:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:26:50.885+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight, and my own love story</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's kinda stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Don't look at your monitor like that.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's just a couple hours ago I made a new posting in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have nothing to do, so sorry if I post a new posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know what I have to tell y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm listening to Bella's Lullaby now. You know, the Twilight soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;It must be nice if we have someone that really love us. Like Edward to Bella. Like Bella to Edward. They love each others without any condition.&lt;br /&gt;Even their love are forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;Even Jacob loves Bella, Bella still choose Edward, and they're get married.&lt;br /&gt;And, what a wonderful world if they can having each others forever. I mean, there's no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; till death do us apart&lt;/span&gt; thing in their story, right? Cause finally Bella become a vampire like Edward. (from the novel--even I'm not read any of them yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay. Back to the lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;The Bella's Lullaby song is their theme song.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have a theme song with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a person&lt;/span&gt;, even I don't know if he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a theme song.&lt;br /&gt;You know the Keith Martin's song? Because of You?&lt;br /&gt;Yap, that is our theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it must be very nice if someone told you these. Edward said this dialog to Bella before the fight in Eclipse (from the details in the source).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep My Bella Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love my only love&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and dream as much as you can&lt;br /&gt;Morning will be soon&lt;br /&gt;The fight will begin&lt;br /&gt;Rest my love&lt;br /&gt;Please rest&lt;br /&gt;I will protect you as much as I can&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my soul my only love sleep&lt;br /&gt;Once the fight is over&lt;br /&gt;I promise nothing will hurt you again&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my love&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;My Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about me? How about my love life?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. Laugh out loud. Please. I deserve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know, my love life is suck.&lt;br /&gt;Full of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cries&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;, and of course: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;denial&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lies to everyone about us, what can I do? Crying like a fool, like a fool bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I make some sweet revenge and my purpose is to know what's wrong with us. Then, out of the plan, he fell in love with the character I played. Is that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt;? Is that my fault, that he fell in love with someone that I've been created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loves me, he said I'm the most perfect person he ever met.&lt;br /&gt;Then, boom. He said to everyone that he hates me, he was so tired about me, I'm selfish, childish, spoiled..... and bla-bla-bla.&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard that news and I cried, cried, cried. Thinking that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these all my fault, I'm stupid and I screw it up and bla-bla-bla he never loves me at all cause I was making a big mistake bla-bla-bla.&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was mad. Very mad about that. My heart screaming. I love him and he betrayed me that way! He replied all my love and caring and tears &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that way&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a stupid flashback make me wake up. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; hurt him first.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when he tried to make me come back to him, I rejected him without remorse. Heck, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is my karma&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;How I loved him, how he betrayed me by lying to me, how he tried to catch me back, how I rejected him..............&lt;br /&gt;Then the remorse come. Filling my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Please. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tears run away, faster, faster. All those remorse won't go. Those memories come and haunting me. Those love moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you love me. Answer it honestly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes. How about you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How much (in percent)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"98%. And the 2% means you are my best friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you more. I give all my heart to you, 100%. The rest, I give to my family and friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those fun moment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's have a date."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't know. Where do you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Umm.... bowling? Or billiard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll teach you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Really? How about ice-skating?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll teach you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know where's the right place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHAT? I can cry and scream for 7 octaves at least." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know you can even more, 20 octaves. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happened to you? Say something! I can't understand what happened to you if you won't talk even a word!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the jealous-funny time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What will you do, if a boy give me a valentine chocolate in front of you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hit him!" you said that spontaneously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you tease me with a chocolate from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know, I've just got some chocolate from Singapore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Really? Can I have some?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is supposed to mean with maybe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I'm not spend it over." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah... please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haha.... I'm eating that chocolate right now. The last chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forget it, Trid. It means nothing now, alright? He already forget it all, so you have to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can rewind the time, back into those happy time between us.&lt;br /&gt;But, there's no rewind machine, and I'll not depending on you anymore. I hope I can face this truth.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you're hers now. What I supposed to do is, support you with that girl, whoever she is. Hope you happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you remember about me someday, just pick up the phone and dial my number. I will always here for you, and listening to your stories.&lt;br /&gt;Even there's no love between us, and there's nothing to talk about. No problem.&lt;br /&gt;Even you call me in the middle of the night, in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the phone, dial my cellphone number. If you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;still have it&lt;/span&gt;, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ya! Don't forget to thank your friends to tell you to broke up with me, because without them, I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never ever&lt;/span&gt; know what you did behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday there's someone in my life, who can accept me whatever I am? I'm pretty sure there's someone. Out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ya, and in my wedding party, of course I'll invite you over with your girlfriend, or wife, or even your children(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we we're made to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seperated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Biasaaa, sori kalo ada banyak salah spelling&amp;amp;grammar. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch you later! &lt;/span&gt;*again, force myself to sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-7827562452507549142?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/7827562452507549142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=7827562452507549142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7827562452507549142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/7827562452507549142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-and-my-own-love-story.html' title='Twilight, and my own love story'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4956378379658926569</id><published>2008-12-27T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:19:06.889+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama aku pengen........</title><content type='html'>Ah, so lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;EH, KOK ASTRID SEKARANG JADI SERING NGE-POST YA?!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, good question!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sebenernya gue jadi sering ngepost karna gaada kerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba-tiba jadi ngepost pake bahasa inggris?&lt;br /&gt;Karena gue pengen mempersulit postingan gue aja sebenernya HAHA. (weird =,=)&lt;br /&gt;Iya, mempersulit. Karena dengan menggunakan bahasa inggris, gue harus berhati-hati dengan setiap grammar dan spelling dan membuat postingan gue semakin berkualitas (apa coba?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gue kangen banget banget banget banget sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA AKU PENGEN SEKOLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, gue sebenernya bingung apa yang harus gue lakukan sebelum jam 8, sebelum internet gratis, sebelum kebahagiaan terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;Busuk di depan tivi nontonin Kasak Kusuk? Ah, betapa membosankannya.&lt;br /&gt;Eh iya, sepanjang sore ini gue habiskan dengan hunting foto buat dimasukin ke Devian ART gue. Haha, abal-abal sih, kameranya  juga digital bukan slr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA AKU PENGEN SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh iya, sepupunya Krystle ganteng banget loooooooh! Haha. Mukanya kayak bule gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh gila ya sepupu-sepupu temen-temen gue pada guanteng-guanteng semua HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak Theo (sepupunya Talita) yang notabene adalah mantan pacar saya.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak sepupunya Krystle yg gue ketemu pas di SD kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak sepupunya Ayu yang juga lumayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA AKU PENGEN PUNYA SEPUPU GANTENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, kenapa ya Speedy tuh asiknya kalo cuma jam 8? Sebenernya gue udah pengen banget ganti broadband internet yang lain. Mungkin sehabis promonya yg gratis dari jam 8 malem sampe jam 8 pagi. Tapi, persyaratannya banyak banget jadi males. Tapi gue tetap harus kekeuh ganti broadband. Gakuaaaat kalo pake yang ada bates quotanya terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA AKU PENGEN GANTI BROADBAND INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, seru kali ya kalo punya pacar trus ngerayain new year barengan? Mana keluarga gue juga gaada acara apa-apa dalam rangka menyambut tahun baru. Uh, paling kakek nenek gue bikin acara meriah di meeting hall keluarga gue, mereka sih ngomongnya "open house" dalam rangka tahun baru; tapi berhubung gue akan menghadapi UAN tahun 2009 ini, maka gue tidak diperbolehkan ikut berpartisipasi dalam perayaan open house ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA AKU PENGEN IKUTAN OPEN HOUSE BARENG PACAR AKU (kalo punya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudahlah. Gue sudah kehabisan ide lagi untuk apa yang gue pengen.&lt;br /&gt;At least, udah ada yang gue kerjakan hari ini dan berbukti nyata: ngeblog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4956378379658926569?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4956378379658926569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4956378379658926569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4956378379658926569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4956378379658926569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/12/mama-aku-pengen.html' title='Mama aku pengen........'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5589043447248169624</id><published>2008-12-26T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:39:19.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random part II; big dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah, finally. Come back home. I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived from Bandung this afternoon, and me and my family goes to Blok S to eat something (requested by Fino, one of my cousin).&lt;br /&gt;We went to one factory outlet to factory outlet. From Rumah Mode to Cascade. From Batagor Kingsley to Winner Bratwurst.&lt;br /&gt;Great holiday, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ya. I forgot something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a red polkadot short, 2 tees, and..... argh, honestly I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do until 5th January. My mom will busy with her job, so do my dad. My brother can't help anything.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somehere, refresh my brain from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fuckin' sweet memories&lt;/span&gt; that I had to left behind. And I lost a little interest to my crush.&lt;br /&gt;He's just "too hard to get" and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;You know, after you-know-who-I-won't-remember tragedy, I can't loving someone perfectly. I mean perfectly that I can't focus on them. You know, there's always something wrong with them that I don't like. Such as they're  too busy, they're too careless, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, with you-know-who-I-won't-remember, I was totally in love with him. I love his good side, even his bad side.&lt;br /&gt;He's just too good for me. You know, something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I love you whatever you are&lt;/span&gt; thing?&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Jakarta, and he was there. We were at the same class for 3 years. Is this destiny or what I don't know, and I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's hard to forget something really important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;As if you can't survive without them.&lt;br /&gt;It's silly. No, not silly. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, I still breathing even he's not mine anymore. I always compare a boy with him. Every boy--without any exception!&lt;br /&gt;Such as my new crush, I compare him with you-know-who-I-won't-remember. I think, my new crush is sweet and innocent, and you-know-who-I-won't-remember is totally NOT innocent at all. But, is he as patient as you-know-who-I-won't-remember to face me?&lt;br /&gt;You-know-who-I-won't-remember is really patient. He talks to me slowly, full of understandment. He cares about me. He was so calm. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Those words.. fuckin' shit, I hate to admit it!&lt;br /&gt;I can't delete it. This is my blog, my place to tell you my feelings, so I won't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;As he deny his feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Flashback again. Good job, Trid. It makes you harder to forget him, stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bandung is a great city to live. I think it might be good to school here. Maybe in SMAN 5? Or ITB -- interior design or graphic design? Well, I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;No, I already planned my future in Australia, Monash University, Public Relation major.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my real ambition is a fashion designer. But, my dad said that become a designer will not really good. He wants me as a doctor. HELLO? I hate blood.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to be a CEO (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;hief &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;xecutive &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;fficer&lt;/i&gt;). Become a leader of a big company, and live in an exclusive pent house, using Guess? high heels to the office, and expensive blazer, and paid for 180 millions per month.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big dreamer? Yes I am!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5589043447248169624?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5589043447248169624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5589043447248169624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5589043447248169624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5589043447248169624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-part-ii-big-dreamer.html' title='Random part II; big dreamer'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1295309123601952279</id><published>2008-12-24T02:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:49:43.730+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Hoaaaam.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm sleepy. But--stupid me--I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cause it's been so long long long long time since my last post, I decide to make a new post today.&lt;br /&gt;What we will talking about? Argh. Have no idea -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. First of all, I want to tell you about my score report. OH HELL NO. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I mean it. My mom so mad cause of that shit score report and yeah, what I have to do? Ta-da.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hate to talking about it. So we talk about my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Today (because it's already Wednesday)  me and my family will go to Bandung. I hope it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I think I have a new crush but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wa-la&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why, for this person I make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an exception&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah you know something that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for this guy only&lt;/span&gt; thing?&lt;br /&gt;He was tall, and cute. And calm, and a basketball player. And&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of my exes. But I'm not really sure that he likes me back. Cause he never--okay,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;--sending any message for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's awful.&lt;br /&gt;(I know, the word "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;" is just too much for this situation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! Finally, I found something to tell you about!&lt;br /&gt;About my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;There's a game in my school backyard. Football game. My class (9.1) vs 9.2. And the game ended up with 9.2 as the winner.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I walk through the field but.... BRUK!&lt;br /&gt;I fell, and everyone just staring at me and come to make a circle over me. They're panicked. So do I. I sit and start to cry. Fuck, what a mess for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you feel fine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I know that was Econ who crash me up.&lt;br /&gt;"Trid, maaf ya. Trid lo gapapa kan?" he asks me panicly.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;My back and my waist... oh gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutshell, I come home early from the others. My family was just so panic and ya you know...... Then finally I know what happened to me. My back swelling, and I feel so stiff in the whole body. Gees. What happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, until now I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoaaammm.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to force myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;See ya, bubye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Maaf ya kalo banyak grammarnya yang salah, maklum masih belajar haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1295309123601952279?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1295309123601952279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1295309123601952279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1295309123601952279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1295309123601952279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8456564167489354272</id><published>2008-11-26T20:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:35:06.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melelahkan!</title><content type='html'>Sueeer, ternyata jadi anak kelas 3 yang mau menempuh ujian akhir itu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capek banget&lt;/span&gt;! Aduh, bener deh lo harus tabah banget kalo jadi kita-kita ini.&lt;br /&gt;Ck, masa ya, biasanya tuh gue paling susah disuruh tidur. Soalnya, dulu kan gue peraturannya disuruh tidur jam 9, diketawain sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salah satu mantan&lt;/span&gt; gue, sekarang boleh sampe jam 10. Haaah, boro-boro tidur jam 10, jam 9 aja gue udah ngantuk dan lelah banget gini aaargh! Badan gue pegel semua.&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, Rabu, Kamis kita pelajaran tambahan, pulang jam stengah 4. Gila ya ini namanya kerja rodi. Abis mau gimana? Kita harus menempuh UAN yang menyebalkan itu.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi, waktu tambahan Fisika, kita ngebahas soal Paket 1 IPA. Astajim, soalnya tuh SUSAH-SUSAH BANGET GITU LOH -____________-&lt;br /&gt;Gue lemes seketika.&lt;br /&gt;Gila aja, kalo soalnya sesusah ini, hopeless deh gue. Padahal, target gue minimal 33,3 biar bisa masuk SMAN 21 (deket rumah hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya sudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;Doain gue ya semuanyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, biar bisa lulus. AMIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8456564167489354272?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8456564167489354272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8456564167489354272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8456564167489354272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8456564167489354272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/11/melelahkan.html' title='Melelahkan!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1519831943299516645</id><published>2008-11-22T00:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:02:28.891+07:00</updated><title type='text'>karwis dan segala cerita tentangnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senin, 10 November 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 5 pagi, gue udah memaksakan badan gue buat bangun angkat kaki dan mandi. Abis itu gue sarapan nasi sama sate ayam yang gue beli kemarennya. Abis itu, gue suruh pembokat bangunin Nyokap, karena Nyokap udah pesen buat bangunin dia kalo gue udah mau berangkat. Trus, di depan pintu rumah, gue pelukan sama Nyokap. Cukup lama. Dan disitulah gue merasa, &lt;i&gt;"Gue sayang banget sama Mama." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, gue berangkat. Sampe di skolah, skolah udah lumayan rame. Dan singkat cerita, sampelah gue di bus dan gue duduk sama Ayu. Gue minjem PSP-nya Gisela dan nge-game gitu lah membunuh kebosanan haha. Dan perjalanan menuju Jogja pun dimulai. Nah, kita makan malem di Hotel Grage, di Malioboro. Hotelnya sih keliatannya okelah, dan makanannya juga lumayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selasa, 11 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jam 4 pagi, gue dibangunin dan gelap-gelap gitu gue kira dimana. Eh taunya katanya udah nyampe di Goa Maria Pohsarang. Dan gue pun bangun dan katanya bawa sabun sama baju ganti jadinya ya gue bawa ransel sekolah gue. Nah, taunya, kamar mandi-nya tuh ada beberapa, dan ada juga kamar-kamar gitu, dan banyak colokan listrik buat nge-charge hape. Jadi deh, PSP, hape-hape sekalian di charge semua.&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngantri mandi dibelakang Lia dan dibelakang gue itu Dolfo. Airnya dingin euy. Nah, gue mandi buru-buru dong, gak kayak biasanya. Gila aja, kalo mandi kayak biasanya baru selesai jam 6 pagi. Gue juga gaenak kali sama Dolfo dia ngantri lama karena gue mandi lama hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, abis itu kita doa di goa Maria-nya. Disitu tuh banyak banget laron aaaah gue jijik dan geli sama serangga terutama kecoa dan laron bzz -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kita ke Agrowisata Apel. Kita boleh metik apel gitu &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Karena gue potograper yang ditugaskan untuk memotret dan meliput karyawisata anak kelas 9, jadinya gue moto-moto beberapa view disitu. Yang paling gokil sih yang siamang. Dia kayak mengeluarkan segenap isi hatinya gitu dengan berteriak-berteriak gila.&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeeetotototototototototototo............ Unonononononononononono!"&lt;br /&gt;Uh, please?&lt;br /&gt;Kata temen-temen gue, siamang-nya desperate karna waktu main Uno, dia udah kartu uno tapi ga menang-menang.&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on dan kita ke tempat lain lagi, tak lain tak bukan: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jatim&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ini mengasyikkan. Haha. Katanya anak-anak bebas main sampe jam 5 sore; ah indahnya dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama ngebet banget pengen kita coba &lt;i&gt;tentu saja&lt;/i&gt; Rumah Hantu. Sebenernya menurut gue itu cuma boneka dan yaya okelah lumayan serem tapi pas mau akhir-akhir itu lho gue dikagetkan dan karena gue lumayan toa jadilah gue berteriak kencaaaaangg membelah laut utara. Dan akhirnya kita keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah keluar dari Rumah Hantu, kita duduk di depan mini kora-kora gitu (gue gatau apa namanya)  dan gue terlalu letih berteriak dan berkeringat. Jadilah gue membuat tanda salib. Terus, kita naik Gokart. Ahaaaay, ini yang sangat gue nantikan!z&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tuh ya, kalo sama Bokap gue, gue gaboleh main beginian. Di depan Bokap, gue harus jadi cewek manis-lembut-anggun-bergelora(?) gitu. Nah sekarang &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; gue free jadi gue main Gokart. Eh gue stuck sekali itu karena gue kurang muter stir-nya. Wih gue merasa &lt;i&gt;"yeah I'm free darling hahaaay!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kita naik Mini Roller Coaster gitu. Nah, seru gitu lah gue merasa terhempas ke langit ketujuh gitu. Trus kita turun dan nyoba Drop Zone. Pas kita lagi ngantri Drop Zone, ada kereta mini roller coasternya yang macet! Sumpah, itu pemandangan once in a lifetime banget! Nah, trus akhirnya giliran kita naik Drop Zone. Yang naik tuh cuma gue, Talita, Ayu, sama Krystle doang. Kenapa Dona dan Tiffany gaikut? Karena mereka takut ketinggian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Abis dari &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jatim&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, akhirnya kita ke Hotel Wijaya. Gue kira hotelnya bakal bagus dan view pemandangan Batu yang masih asri terlihat jelas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ternyata oh ternyata, jangan salahkan ibu mengandung saudara-saudara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Naujubilah abis hotelnya!!&lt;br /&gt;Kata Talita, "Trid, ini sih masih lebih luas dan jauh lebih enak kamar lo." Haha gue cuma bisa tertawa. Nasib, kawan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Gue bertahan untuk tidur disitu. Barang semalem doang, ayolah Trid, masa gabisa survive? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Paginya, waktu gue lagi ngelap kacamata gue, PLETAK! Kacamata gue patah aja gitu, tepat di tengah -___- menderita gak sih lo? Min gue udah banyak gitu dan gue harus berburam-durja sepanjang sisa hari karwis gue. Thank you abis. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rabu, 12 November 2008 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Agenda hari ini ke Jogja dan nonton Sendratari Ramayana. Gue kira, ceritanya bakal berdialog banyak dan mungkin bakal seru. Tapi ternyata oh ternyata jangan salahkan ibu mengandung (lagi) ceritanya itu cuma tari-tarian--tariannya sih bagus, lighting nya juga--dan sedikit dialog berbahasa Jawa. Sisanya, kita harus memahami sendiri udah dimana ini ceritanya menurut selembaran yang dibagiin di pintu depan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Oh God, gue bingung dong? Mana kacamata gue kena insiden patah gitu &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; kemaren. Trus gue gak keabisan akal doooong haha, gue pake kamera digital buat ngeliat dengan jarak yang lebih dekat. Ya trus temen-temen pada heboh katanya yang jadi Rama-nya ganteng. Gue, yang waktu itu sangat kesal dengan insiden diatas tersebut jadi gak mood sama cowok cakep. Haha. Jadinya ya udah gue diem aja selagi temen-temen gue berebut foto bareng sama si Rama itu yang ternyata namanya Wisnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kamis, 13 November 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Waktunya belanja oleh-oleh di Djava, toko oleh-oleh khas Jogja gitu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Gue, yang teringat pesan bunda di jakarta untuk membeli bakpia, jadilah gue ngantri dan minta tolong tiffany ambilin karena semua orang rebutan ngambil bakpia. Gue cuma bawa 2 yaitu rasa kacang ijo sama rasa keju. Gue gatau tuh ada rasa coklaaat! Coba gue tau, uuummh udah gue ambil 5 kotak, kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Oh ya, abis itu gue ngambil kethik-kethik 2 bungkus, satu buat dimakan di bus, satunya lagi buat dimakan di rumah. Trus, gue juga iseng-iseng beli Wonderful Tea of Java. Gue ngambil 2 rasa, rasa jahe sama satu lagi apa ya gue lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Abis itu, kita ke Keteb Pass. Nah, sambil asik ngemil kethik-kethik, kelas 9.1-9.3 disuruh nonton duluan. Yaudin, gue nonton di bangku depan sudut kanan persis dan temen-temen gue pada duduk di bawah, lesehan. Abis bangku-nya gacukup hehe. Nah, sumpah itu nontonnya ngebosenin banget. Sebagian besar isinya hanya mencakup 2 hal: asap dan gunung. Tapi bagus kok kalo diliat dari sisi pengetahuannya. Gimana persiapan para pendaki gunung itu, gimana para backpacker-backpacker itu bersiap-siap, dsb. Overall, okelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Trus, kita ke Borobudur. Ah, mana ujan lagi. Gue sih selalu cinta sama ujan jadi gue selalu senang kalo ujan turun. Kenapa gue suka ujan? Hummmmm, ujan selalu ngingetin gue sama&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seseorang&lt;/span&gt;. I won't tell who 'this person' is. Jadinya, gue payungan sama Ayu turun dari Borobudur ke bus. Akhirnya, setelah perjalanan jauh mendaki gunung lewati lembah, kitapun sampe di bus dan duduk dengan selamat. Trus, ada 2 pengamen yang nyanyinya sama: Puspa &amp;amp; lagu rohani yang diganti kata Jesus-nya jadi Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Trus, pas di bus mau balik ke hotel, kita semua pada cerita hantu bareng-bareng sama Bu Ida. Karena gue, Theo, Dolfo pada baca majalah Trax yang menguak tentang hantu. Sudah. Gue tidak ingin menceritakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sampailah di Grage. Yeaaah! Ini waktu yang gue tunggu-tunggu sejak beratus tahun yang lalu: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acara bebas di Maliboro sampe jam 10 malem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hiyaaaaaaaaat! Gue langsung bersemangat dan menerjang badai ke Malioboro. Trus, kita makan di McD sebentar (dapet voucher dari skolahan), barulah kita berkeliling Malioboro. Berhubung gue gapake kacamata dan mata gue rasanya kok kalo ngeliat sesuatu tuh 'ih itu apaan orang apa cicak?' gitu jadilah gue bergandengan tangan ala orang kawinan sama Ayu. Haha. Gue sendiri belanja tas kotak-kotak warnanya pink sama ungu (kembaran sama Talita), tas etnik (tadinya Ayu mau beli, tapi gajadi. Jadinya gue sikat aja tuh tas haha), tas gede garis-garis warna-warni (sekarang jadi tas skolah), kaos Supersemar kembaran sama Sekawan, sama kaos biru tua tulisannya Jogja buat adek gue (disuruh Bokap).&lt;br /&gt;Dan duit gue seketika....... amblas. Tinggal dikit dan gue memutuskan menghabiskannya di Circle K, beli apa kek, cemilan atau apa.&lt;br /&gt;Di Circle K, gue iseng. Gue sama Tiffany kompakan pengen beli Mix Max (lumayan harganya cuma 12.500 dapet sebotol!), tapi gajadi karena botolnya kegedean dan Tiffany takut ketauan, haha (lagian kan itu cuma buat becanda). Abis itu gue jadinya beli Creme Dessert coklat 2 biji (sumpah itu gue sukaaaaaaa banget). Trus kita pulang ke Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Pas ngelewatin gang, gue papasan sama LONTE! Serius. Lonte beneran.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka pake baju pendek dan ketat-ketat gitu. Gue kan otomatis cengo dong ya dan gue melihat mereka dengan takjub. Oh My Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Trus Tiffany nepok tangan gue trus narik gue trus bilang, "Jangan diliatin!" Yaudah, gue harus mengontrol diri dan begitulah.&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung gue orangnya sangat manja dan gampang lelah (ehem, untuk kali ini gue akui, hiks -____-), gue ngeluh kecapean. Berasa Grage tuh diujung dunia sana. Trus gue ajak anak-anak naik becak aja. Trus ada pro dan kontra. Tapi kata Ayu--yang disini berperan sebagai tour guide--mengatakan bahwa Grage sudah tak jauh lagi, maka kita memutuskan untuk terus berjalan. Lama ke lamaan, eh kok gak nyampe-nyampe yak? Yaudah, nawar becak deh. Becaknya minta goceng, padahal Gragenya juga berapa menit nyampe. Gue tawar 2 ribu kaga mau, yaudah gajadi. Huh -.-&lt;br /&gt;Terus, gue ditantangin Tiffany. "Berani ga lo nanya abangnya ke Grage berapa?" pas di depan Grage. Gue, yang paling semangat kalo ditantangin, gue berani dooooongz. Haha. Jadilah, di depan Grage kan ada beberapa becak gitu, yaudah gue tanya aja.&lt;br /&gt;"Ke Grage berapa, Bang?" padahal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jelas-jelas&lt;/span&gt; di depan gue itu Grage.&lt;br /&gt;Abangnya melongo. Dan abang-abang yang lain ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumat, 14 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sarapan pagi, check out hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kita ke kerajinan perak. Eh taunya, bener feeling gue. Gue pernah ke tempat ini. Taunya, kerajinan perak ini sebelahan sama restoran dan gue pernah makan disitu waktu ke Jogja liburan kemaren. Dan gue nambah nasi 2 piring di restoran itu. Sumpah. Itu juga bukan karena gue rakus, karena gue ditantangin. Yaudah, gue jabanin tuh tantangan dan berhasil! Haha. Padahal makanannya gagitu enak. Berhubung gue gak tertarik sama sekali ya sama kerajinan perak, jadinya gue lewat-lewat aja dan akhirnya pas di depan gue baca buku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meramal Yuuuk!&lt;/span&gt; yang ditulis sama Primadona Angela. Mending gue belajar ngeramal dulu deh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kita ke Museum Dirgantara. Aduh, gue pasti sudah membayangkan. Pesawat. Ah, betapa membosankan.&lt;br /&gt;Gue gagitu tertarik sama pesawat dan yaudah lewat aja begitu aja. Tapi gue heran sama manekin yang ada seragamnya. Pangkat-pangkat yang ditempelin di kantong itu lho, banyak banget! Kata Ayu, "Ribet kali ya Trid, masanginnya tiap pagi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buset Yu, itu ga tiap pagi kali. Kalo ada acara penting aja."&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue mikir juga. Gila juga kalo make gituan tiap hari. Kalo sama gue, ga gue taro kantong jas begituan, gue anyam aja jadi kalung, lebih praktis.&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kita ke Kasongan. Oh dear, kerajinan lagi. Bukannya gue gasuka kerajinan, gue suka banget malah. Art-nya itu lhoooo! Tapi, waktu itu gue lagi gak mood. Jadilah gue stay di bus dan main PSP--rebutan sama Nadia. Abis itu, gue pengen pipis jadi gue ajak Nadia nyari toilet. Yaudah, kan toiletnya ngelewatin gang sempit gitu, gue belaga aja jadi James Bond. Eh, tau-tau ada nenek-nenek ngeliat gue lagi sok asik jadi Agent gitu. Suer malu abis. Eh taunya dia yang punya WC dan gue harus bayar kalo mau kencing. Yaudah gue minjem duit Nadia dulu karena gue gabawa duit. Pas gue keluar WC, itu nenek-nenek masih aja ngeliatin gue. Ckck, mungkin dia pikir gue bakal jadi pemain 007 yang berikutnya kali ya; setelah Quantum Of Solace. Oh iya, ngomongin Quantum Of Solace, gue belom nonton! Ada yang udah? Adek gue udah, dan katanya keren banget. Argh, bikin sirik.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, kita ke Gereja di Ganjuran juga. Humm gue ikut berdoa dongz di candi yang dalemnya ada Yesus. Awalnya gue kira patung Buddha, eh taunya kata Ayu, itu Tuhan Yesus yang pake baju adat Jawa. Humm, unik.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue juga make 7 wishes dan dibakar di deket candi itu. Well, one of my wish will not come true, I know it. It's about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Terus, selesai deh karwis kita. Oh ya, kita makan malem gitu di tempat gatau gajelas apaan kuning-kuning (nah kan bener kan? mata gue emang bermasalah berat) dan yang pasti gue liat ada Dunkin Donuts. Dan pas gue merogoh dompet gue yang jelekan itu, oh tidak. Duit gue habis. Ludesss! Emh, bagus. Padahal gue pengen beli hot chocolate. Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;Eh pas di bis, si Ancis kan minum hot chocolate gitu ya. Dan gue lagi duduk di sebelahnya, lagi cerita-cerita sama Dolfo, Theo, Ayu, Kenji, Xavier, dan lain-lain. Terus, tiba-tiba si Ancis nawarin hot chocolatenya. "Nih Trid, lo mau gak? Gue udah kenyang."&lt;br /&gt;ANCIS, I LOVE YOU BEIBEH!&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnyaaaaaaa, gue minum hot chocolate juga. Akhirnya, gue capek dan udah pada sepi juga dan gue tidur. Trus, tengah malem gue bangun. Kok kaki gue dingin banget yak? Mana gue gabawa kaos kaki dan gapake sepatu. Jadilah, scarf kesayangan gue yang garis-garis coklat-item gue korbankan untuk melilit kaki gue. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karwis pun selesai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, trima kasih udah nyertain kami semua dan selamat tanpa kurang suatu apapun :)&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal bikin laporannya aja nih aaaaaargh! Untung dikumpul tanggal 9 Desember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang punya kertas kwarto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1519831943299516645?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1519831943299516645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1519831943299516645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1519831943299516645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1519831943299516645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/11/karwis-dan-segala-cerita-tentangnya.html' title='karwis dan segala cerita tentangnya'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1049533617214779069</id><published>2008-11-07T22:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:19:41.108+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detik-detik Menjelang Karwis</title><content type='html'>Humm. Jadi, beberapa hari yang lalu, gue maen ke rumah Ayu. Abis gue bosen juga ya bo di rumah, gue mau ngapain? Main PS udah bosen, main Nintendo juga, nonton TV acara-nya ga mutu semua, maen internet komputer rusak dan laptop dibawa bokap.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, waktu main ke rumah Ayu, gue baca-baca Girlfriend gitu kan. Eh trus ada gitu artikel judulnya 'Hate That I Love You'. Karena kok kayaknya seru gue buka dong itu artikel. Nah, trus pas gue baca, isinya adalah: cara untuk melupakan orang yang seharusnya dilupakan, contohnya adalah mantan.&lt;br /&gt;Gue excited dong ya dan langsung membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tuh intinya yang gue akan lakukan adalah membuat tenggat waktu sampai tanggal berapa gue akan bener-bener ngelupainnya. Harus tanggal yang pasti, gaboleh "yah dalam waktu dekat..." karena ga efektif.&lt;br /&gt;Gue memutuskan tanggal 31 Desember 2008 untuk mengakhiri semuanya. Karena:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tahun baru, hidup baru, pacar baru, haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tolong ya Trid, makan ati banget lama-lama sayang sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;3. 31 Desember masih lama, jadi masih banyak waktu gue untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menikmatinya&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, kata ramalan Girlfriend juga, untuk bintang gue (Libra), tanggal 11 November bakal jadi malam yang paling romantis whuuuuuuuw.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah yang akan terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;Gue sih gamau terlalu berharap, takutnya gabakalan terjadi apa-apa hahaha. Tapi pas gue liat rangkaian acara karwis gue, katanya 11 November dari sore sampe malem tuh acara bebas. Pasti deh ntar banyak yg ditembak wah enaknya yg bakal ditembak nantiiiiiiiiii :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, gue juga mau ngasi tau. Gue rada jengkel sama pembagian kamar.&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya tuh ya, guru-guru ngomongnya disuruh bagi 4 orang dalam 1 kamar. Gue jd dengan berat hati tidak mengikutsertakan Krystle. Gaenak kan dipisah-pisah?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, pas briefing, disuruh nyari 2 lagi karna ternyata 1 kamar itu 6 orang! Gila ga sih, kenapa gak ngmg dari awal coba? Menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, doain yaaaa karwisnya lancar dan kembali dengan selamat tanpa kurang suatu apapun. Amin! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1049533617214779069?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1049533617214779069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1049533617214779069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1049533617214779069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1049533617214779069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/11/detik-detik-menjelang-karwis.html' title='Detik-detik Menjelang Karwis'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1511338559747311084</id><published>2008-10-25T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:51:54.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangguan Untuk Melupakan Seseorang</title><content type='html'>Nah, jadi begini.&lt;br /&gt;Gue memutuskan untuk ngelupain dia. Taulah, siapa. Yang di setiap post gue sebut namanya.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm kenapa ya Astrid tiba-tiba pengen lupain dia?&lt;br /&gt;Karena gue merasa, gimana ya, kayak, "ah, udah waktunya gue lupain dia."&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya ada alasan lain tapi sori gabisa kasi tau karena itu privat hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;Tapi overall sih emang harusnya gue udah ngelupain dia.&lt;br /&gt;Iya kan? Udah terlalu lama dan gue juga udah capek suka sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, banyak hal dan cobaan yang membuat gue susah untuk move on.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kadang-kadang, cobaan itu datengnya ga disengaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm sebenernya yang mendorong gue menulis posting ini adalah salah satu bentuk dari godaan yang menghampiri gue untuk bermenye-menye mengenang dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue iseng ngebuka inbox yahoo gue waktu lagi online Y!M. Trus, gue liat ada email dr imeem yang bilang kalo ada komen di lagu Dan Ternyata (mau download atau dengerin, &lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Kerispatih_Dan_Ternyata__1.html"&gt;klik aja disini)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lupa-lupa inget lagu Dan ternyata itu yang mana ya? Jadilah gue ke &lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/"&gt;indowebster&lt;/a&gt; dan nyari lagu itu. Dan gue ketemu, eh ternyata lagu Kerispatih. Pas gue play dan gue dengerin...........&lt;br /&gt;Damn, sh*t lagunya sialaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-tidak-lagunya! Menghancurkan semua pertahanan. (kalo mau liat liriknya &lt;a href="http://www.free-lyrics.org/Kerispatih/149532-Dan-Ternyata.html"&gt;klik aja disini) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue gaboleh lengah dan sekali lagi gue gaboleh menye-menye. Gue mau dan gue pasti bisa! (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal semangatnya aja nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, kalo gue denger lagunya Pink yang baru, yang So What (mau dengerin atau download, &lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Pink_So_What.html"&gt;klik aja disini)&lt;/a&gt;  gue akan sangat termotivasi untuk melupakan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liriknya mantep! (y)(y)(y)(y)&lt;br /&gt;Gak cengeng, gak berlebihan, tapi ngena banget, gitu.  (&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/p/pink-lyrics/so-what-lyrics.html"&gt;klik disini kalo mau liat liriknya)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be tough! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1511338559747311084?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1511338559747311084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1511338559747311084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1511338559747311084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1511338559747311084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/gangguan-untuk-melupakan-seseorang.html' title='Gangguan Untuk Melupakan Seseorang'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4390512371809146699</id><published>2008-10-22T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:11:59.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUU Anti Pornografi</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Jadi begini.&lt;br /&gt;Barusan, gue abis nonton Debat di TVOne tentang RUU Anti Pornografi.&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gue--menurut gue secara individu lho yaa--RUU Anti Pornografi itu mendingan gausah dibuat deh.&lt;br /&gt;Gue sangat setuju dengan apa yang dibilang sama Nia Dinata.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa pemerintah nggak mikirin tentang kemiskinan di Indonesia, gimana banyaknya orang meninggal karena kelaparan, dsb.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa malah hal yang menurut gue cenderung kurang penting yang dibahas? Contoh: pornografi.&lt;br /&gt;Oke, mungkin pornografi memang sebaiknya diarahkan agar moral anak bangsa nggak rusak. Tapi gini deh, yang membatasi apa yang boleh ditonton dan yang nggak itu adalah tugas orang tua. Orang tua ada karena mereka harus melindungi anak mereka dari hal-hal yang negatif. Kenapa negara ikut campur? Serahkan dulu ke lingkup sosial terkecil yaitu keluarga. Kalo emang udah merajalela, barulah emang harus ditindak-lanjuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga berpikir. Kenapa juga itu undang-undang berbelit-belit banget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, gue juga suka sama salah-satu argumen dari cewek yang gak setuju sama RUU Pornografi. Katanya, "Kalo misalnya ada film yang aktrisnya cantik dan seksi gitu, trus ada yang terangsang dan ada yang nggak, itu gimana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue setuju. Sebenernya, respon seseorang atas sesuatu kan menurut individu-nya sendiri. Lo mikir kotor apa nggak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, dan kata pembicara pertama, RUU Pornografi ini adalah wujud dari demokrasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo menurut gue, demokrasi justru membebaskan seseorang untuk melakukan sesuatu yang dia kehendaki; dengan mengetahui konsekuensi dan resiko yang harus ditanggung dari perbuatannya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga setuju sama katanya Nia Dinata, "Kalau emang mau ngelindungin anak dan perempuan, kenapa nggak bikin undang-undang tentang exploitasi pada anak dan wanita? Kenapa justru membuat undang-undang yang kayak gini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaah, ini sih sebenernya cuma bentuk dari perhatian gue terhadap bangsa gue yang paling gaholz ini, Indonesia. Gue sedih aja liat harga mata uang kita makin menurun, banyak orang disana dan disini meninggal yang karna kelaparan.......&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue juga benci banget sama orang yang gabisa mensyukuri rejeki yang udah Tuhan kasi sama mereka, which is mean adalah para koruptor brengsek itu. Kenapa sih mereka gabisa bersyukur, Tuhan udah kasi mereka hidup enak dan layak di rumah yang bagus dan anak-anak mereka sekolah di tempat yang layak dan mereka bisa makan enak setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pernah nonton Silet Jeritan yang membahas tentang rumah-rumah yang di gusur. Gue dalam hal ini nggak akan menyalahkan pihak manapun karena kedua pihak menurut gue benar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pihak pemerintah. Kenapa? Karena mereka ingin melihat Jakarta menjadi kota yang bersih dan gak ada kawasan kumuh yang mengurangi kerapihan kota Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pihak urban yang karena gabisa membiayai rumah yang layak sehingga tinggal di pemukiman kumuh. Kita gabisa nyalahin mereka juga, lah namanya juga nyari duit biar bisa bertahan hidup? Di kampung udah gabisa membiayai kebutuhan sehari-hari, makanya mereka semua hijrah ke kota. Memang seharusnya mereka yang kita bantu, tapi kadang-kadang, mereka-nya juga males dan banyak yang gapunya kemampuan apapun. What should we do, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue liat, ada bapak dan keluarganya yang tinggal di kolong jembatan sama keluarganya. Waktu ditanya kerjaan sehari-harinya apa, dia bilang dia kerja narik ojek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyedihkan, kan?&lt;br /&gt;Koruptor-koruptor itu, mereka gak tinggal di kolong jembatan dan MASIH aja belum merasa cukup jadinya berpikiran kotor kayak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue masih gak habis pikir sama jalan pikiran koruptor brengsek itu. Tolong lah, jangan liat ke atas terus! Coba, dengerin jeritan orang-orang yang masih ada di bawah lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4390512371809146699?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4390512371809146699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4390512371809146699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4390512371809146699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4390512371809146699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/ruu-anti-pornografi.html' title='RUU Anti Pornografi'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1546742254624696850</id><published>2008-10-20T22:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:08:22.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>ketika kurasakan sudah ada ruang di hatiku yang kau sentuh&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika kusadari sudah tak selalu indah cinta yang ada&lt;br /&gt;mungkin memang ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;bila ku bukan yang ingin kau miliki &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salahkah ku bila kaulah yang ada dihatiku&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku singgah di hatimu mungkinkah kau rindukan adaku&lt;br /&gt;adakahku sedikit di hatimu?&lt;br /&gt;bilakah ku mengganggu harimu, mungkin kau tak inginkan adaku&lt;br /&gt;akankah ku sedikit di hatimu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila memang ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;mengapa cintamu tak dapat kumiliki?&lt;br /&gt;salahkah ku bila&lt;br /&gt;kaulah yang ada dihatiku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila cinta kita takkan tercipta ku hanya sekedar ingin tuk mengerti&lt;br /&gt;adakah diriku singgah dihatimu?&lt;br /&gt;dan bilakah kau tahu&lt;br /&gt;kaulah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku di hatimu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untuk yang merasa, deh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1546742254624696850?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1546742254624696850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1546742254624696850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1546742254624696850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1546742254624696850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6053847549541187382</id><published>2008-10-15T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:08:36.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejadian Pengingat Masa Jadian dan Mid Test Sialan</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm, for sure, gue mau cerita ada 1 kabar baik dan 1 kabar buruk.&lt;br /&gt;Kabar baik dulu aja kali ya? Karena waktu skolah gue dapet penyuluhan dr Psikologi UI, katanya kalo ada kabar, mending yg baek dulu dikasi-tau. Karena yang pertama dikasi tau bakal lebih nyantol di kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begini. Gue kan lewat kelas Tiffany trus mendapati dirinya tak ada tapi Ayu bilang si S lg duduk di meja guru. Trus, pas gue balik ke kelas dan waktu gue keluar kelas gue ketemu Tiffany. Truuus, gue suruh Tiffany ke kantin jadi gue ada alesan buat nanya sm S dimana Tiffany. Hakhakhak --devilish smile--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu gue memberanikan diri ke kelasya Tiffany trus celingak-celinguk di pintu. Pas gue ngeliat ke arah kiri, itulah dia! :D:D:D Lagi makan, aduh lucunya :")&lt;br /&gt;"Tiffany mana?" Gue nanya dengan suara gue yang cempreng dan kayak-anak-cewek-5-tahun-kejepit-pintu.&lt;br /&gt;"Gatau. Diluar kali." Sambil liat gue tepat di mata dan ngunyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun, udh lamaaaaaaaaaaa banget gue gak ngomong sama dia, diliat tepat di mata gitu. Bzz sudahlah lupakan, takkan ada harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pas pelajaran Fisika, Bu Ida tiba-tiba masuk. Trus, ngebacain siapa aja yang orangtuanya dipanggil untuk mid.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue dipanggil.&lt;br /&gt;Baguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus.&lt;br /&gt;Gue emang nyadar dan feeling sih gue PASTI dipanggil. Karena emang gue lagi males belajar dan gataulah lagi gak mood aja.&lt;br /&gt;Dan surprise, si S gak dipanggil.&lt;br /&gt;Gue seneng dengan kemajuan dia yang begitu pesat, pasti dia bahagia banget tuh :)&lt;br /&gt;Kata Talita, "Wah, once in a lifetime achievement tuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu karena gue ga mau mikirin mid gue, gue ngajak anak-anak buat makan di Bebek Kaleyo, nraktir gitulah hahaha. Ya udah kita pada makan trus tiba-tiba ada pengamen trus nyanyi lagu apa gue lupa gitu judulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cinta sejatiiiiii...... tak akan pernaaaaah maaaati...... Slalu menghiiiaasiiiii ketulusan cintaaa iniiiii dan kaaaaaau selaaaaaaluuuuuuuuuu hanya diaaaaam membisuuuuuuu........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla. Dan itu nancep ya. Bagus.&lt;br /&gt;Talita sampe ketawa-ketawa gitu. Trus abis itu bawa lagu Ungu trus lagu yang terakhir emang minta ditikam banget.&lt;br /&gt;Lagunya judulnya Menunggumu, lagunya Chrisye sama Peterpan.&lt;br /&gt;Talita sampe ketawa gitu, "HAHAHA JUDULNYA MENUNGGUMU! Yang tabah ya, Trid." trus ngelus punggung gue memberi ketabahan.&lt;br /&gt;Sialaaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo mau download atau sekedar dengerin, &lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Chrisye_ft_Peter_Pan_Menunggumu.html"&gt; klik aja disini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih, teksnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Didalam sebuah cinta terdapat bahasa&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengalun indah mengisi jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Merindukan kisah kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak pernah akan terlupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila rindu ini masih milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Kuhadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Harus brapa lama aku menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;Aku menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didalam masa indah saat bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak pernah bisa akan terlupa&lt;br /&gt;Pandangan matanya menghancurkan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Dengan segenap cinta aku bertanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila rindu ini masih milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Kuhadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Harus brapa lama aku menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati kumenunggu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati kumenunggu, aku&lt;br /&gt;Dalam benak kumenunggu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati kumenunggu, aku&lt;br /&gt;Masih menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila rindu ini masih milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Kuhadirkan sebuah&lt;br /&gt;harus berapa lama, harus brapa lama&lt;br /&gt;Aku menunggumu, aku menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus Ayu bilang, "Coba ya Trid, dia makan di sini juga. Trus pas ada lagu gini lo sama dia liat-liatan gitu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, kangen gue sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dan iya, &lt;b&gt;gue masih menunggu&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6053847549541187382?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6053847549541187382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6053847549541187382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6053847549541187382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6053847549541187382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/kejadian-pengingat-masa-jadian-dan-mid.html' title='Kejadian Pengingat Masa Jadian dan Mid Test Sialan'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3417234662786649660</id><published>2008-10-13T16:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:01:44.417+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greaaaaaaaatest Birthday Ever!</title><content type='html'>Sumpah. Ultah gue yang ke-14 ini, is the besssssssssssssst!&lt;br /&gt;Lebih best dr gue pernah bikin pesta gede ngundang 1 kelas, lebih keren dari ultah gue yg ketiga yg meriah banget sampe orang kampung suku gue sana pada diundang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tadi pagi waktu gue mau jalan ke kelas, di depan 9.6, Acit dkk teriak, "HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!" gue langsung teriak juga, "Makasih yaaaaaaaaaaaa (y)" senang senang senang. Hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue nemuin temen-temen gue seperti biasa. Gatau kenapa, gue merasakan ada yang mereka sembunyikan dari gue. Entah apa. Gue gatau. Yang pasti Talita nyembunyiin kertas gitu tapi gue gaboleh liat isinya. Gimana ga curiga????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh, sepanjang istirahat juga mereka melakukan kegiatan yang mencurigakan. Apapun itu, gue pengen tau. Gue udah nanya ke Tiffany trus ke yang lain juga tp gaada yg mau ngaku. Trus, pas gue lg di depan sm Tiffany sama yang lain, Tiffany tiba-tiba ijin masuk kelas pengen minum. At all, akhirnya tibalah saat pulang sekolah. Nadia ngasi gue bungkusan kado yang gue penasaran apa isinya tapi dia bilang, "Buka di rumah ya, Trid." Sampe di tulis di depan bungkusannya itu. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu waktu pulang, Talita, Tiffany, Ayu, dan gue mau ke depan. Tapi Talita sama Tiffany mau ke WC dulu. Ya udah gue kedepan duluan. (Ke depan: ke depan skolah)&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu, gue sama Ayu ngobrol-ngobrol tentang kacamata. Trus tiba-tiba Ayu ngelepas kacamata gue dan nanya-nanya min. Abis itu pas lagi asik ngobrol, tiba-tiba gelap. Trus gue ngerasa kayak ada kain item yg nutupin mata gue. Great. PASTI ini kerjaannya mereka. Gue teriak-teriak heboh gitu kan waktu mereka ngegaet tangan gue trus bawa gue ke suatu tempat yg feeling gue mengatakan deket gang kecil di samping skolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAH! AAAAAH!" gue teriak-teriak heboh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada di feeling gue adalah, gue akan dibawa ke tempat S.Andre dan gue pasti mau diapa-apain. Dan ternyata tidak saudara-saudara. Pas gue buka mata, BYUUR!&lt;br /&gt;Gue kira air, taunyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa TEPUNG!&lt;br /&gt;Great, TEPUNG. Mantaps deh.&lt;br /&gt;Trus mereka ngasi gue selembar kertas, dan pas gue baca......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disitu, ada tulisan sambung tulisannya "Happy Birthday" warna ijo, trus ada garis-garis miring gitu, abis itu dibawahnya jelas-jelas tertulis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;From: Andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kaget gak, sih? Gue sampe melongo gitu trus gue nangis! Sumpah gue nangis diantara tepung-tepung yang menyelimuti badan gue (lebaaay).&lt;br /&gt;Menitikkan air mata. Kaget dan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, he said happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lanjut. Abis itu gue dibawa ke toilet gereja yang terberkati dan gue nyuci muka gue pake air keran. Abis itu gue basahin rambut gue dikit pake air. Trus pas gue liat kantong gue, HP sama selembar uang 10.000 ikutan mandi tepung. Jadilah, gue matiin itu HP, gue cuci pake air. Menurut pengalaman dan eksperimen gue pada HP Motorola Razr V3 gue, itu hp malah keliatan makin bersih dan cantik setelah gue cuci dan tidak rusak sama sekali. Tapi ini.......... HP nya jadi mati dan  idup dan mati lagi trus pas gue cek lagi taunya idup tapi flight mode. Trus gue teken yang normal mode eh trus mati! Bzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu dari toilet gereja yang terberkati gue ke depan gereja kan mau ke skolah lagi. Guess who I meet? S sama Joegga.&lt;br /&gt;Trus Joegga nanya lagi, "Lo ultah?"&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue jawab, "Iya nih, gue abis mandi tepuuung!" Sumpah gue malu banget yak. Secara rambut gue lengket dan seluruh badan gue lengket tepung semua dan gue ketemu dia dengan kondisi yang sangat tidak prima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu gue jalan gitu deh ke skolah lagi kan. Trus kata Talita sama Tiffany dia ngeliatin gue gitu. Tapi yang pasti bukan ngeliatin menjijikan dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-yeah-right-tepung-di-mana-mana&lt;/span&gt; tapi ya kayak ngeliatin aja gitu. Trus gue minta kronologis gimana mereka meminta birthday greeting dari dia. Please ya, gue udah ngatain dia &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sampah, jahanam, sialan, gapunya hati, cruel heartless, gigolo, bangsat, brengsek, dll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; dan dia masih ngasi ucapan happy birthday ke gue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazzzzzzzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all, gue cinta banget sama ultah gue kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ya buat Ayu, Dona, Krystle, Talita, Tiffany dan semuanyaaaaaaaaaaa yang udah BAIK BANGET sama gue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yaa, makasih juga ya birthday greetings dr kalian semuaa (l)(y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SURPRISE IS PERFECT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3417234662786649660?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3417234662786649660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3417234662786649660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3417234662786649660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3417234662786649660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/greaaaaaaaatest-birthday-ever.html' title='Greaaaaaaaatest Birthday Ever!'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1386301928578829162</id><published>2008-10-06T00:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:33:14.289+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>Days goes too fast&lt;br /&gt;Second by second we past&lt;br /&gt;I think about my last&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sit here for days&lt;br /&gt;I took a time for myself&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and sometimes crying&lt;br /&gt;For everything about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling like rain&lt;br /&gt;Crying for vain&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care&lt;br /&gt;You busy with your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't make you&lt;br /&gt;Always happy beside me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not perfect, I just enervate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday now and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't fix it all&lt;br /&gt;Fix what I've done and all these scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, fears, screams&lt;br /&gt;We through for years&lt;br /&gt;But all of these just scrap lots of memories&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm failing with the hush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry and thank you very much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot for me, I lost so much things after you left me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1386301928578829162?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1386301928578829162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2540388816888495590</id><published>2008-10-03T00:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:59:22.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poetry For You</title><content type='html'>Everyday I see you in your class&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, smiling, looking at her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, you're still here&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;Once again, don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my tears falling&lt;br /&gt;Because my stupid head&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of you; and all those things you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I destroy everything&lt;br /&gt;I destroy your heart and also mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I did those mean things to you because&lt;br /&gt;I don't accepted what happened to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I think about the time, when you will found someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened, restless, and submitted&lt;br /&gt;But I knew the certain time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated this poetry for someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone I love, I miss, and I care about him&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday he'll realize&lt;br /&gt;He was a world for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2540388816888495590?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2540388816888495590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2540388816888495590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2540388816888495590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2540388816888495590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/10/poetry-for-you.html' title='A Poetry For You'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4693653154510521660</id><published>2008-09-27T23:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:12:56.287+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kacamataku Sayang, Kacamataku Malang</title><content type='html'>Tragedi ini, berawal dari kemarahan gue yang tidak diperbolehkan menggunakan celana pendek ke mal oleh bokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sekeluarga mau ke Artha Gading ngambil kacamata oldies gue yang baru dibuat. Trus, pas udah disana, gue kan akhirnya melihat hasil jadi dari kacamata gue itu.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, okelah.&lt;br /&gt;Trus, kata Nyokap gue, "Dipake dong, dicobain. Biar matanya beradaptasi."&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh. Trus ya udah kacamata gue yang lama gue masukin tas beserta sarung-nya. Kita beli tiket Laskar Pelangi yang jam 18: 45 abis itu jalan-jalan dulu karena waktu itu masih jam 5 kurang. Kita nongkrong di Baskin Robins dan adek gue beli kerak telor untuk gue dan dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama saya mengidamkan kerak telor bebek. Aduh. Enaknya. Sederhana namun maknyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, tibalah saatnya menonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu film keren dan lucu, jadinya gue larut di dalamnya. Gue gak merhatiin lagi kacamata gue itu ada di pangkuan gue karena gue ngeluarin sarungnya untuk ngelap lensa kacamata oldies baru gue itu biar bisa nonton lebih jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, pas gue di mobil mau ganti ke kacamata yang lama, itu kacamata GAK ADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan begitulah. Gue dan Nyokap gue ke 21 lagi dan kata mas-mas yang namanya Stefanus, dia cuma nemu sarung kacamatanya doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kacamata-nya.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal dia udah nge-senter sampe ke kolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya, gue udah hopeless banget tuh pake kacamata gede oldies gitu ke sekolah. Tapi trus gue mikir, dulu gue kenapa ya ganti kacamata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya! Hadiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berarti kacamata yang lama masih bisa dipake, dong? Masih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang gue lagi pake kacamata gue yang lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir-pikir, gue udah banyak kehilangan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HP Sony Ericsson P800 biru kesayangan gue.&lt;br /&gt;Kasus: Ketinggalan di warnet. Udah raib gitu aja. Parah banget sih orang-orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephanus Andre&lt;br /&gt;Kasus: Gapenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Theodorus Caniggia&lt;br /&gt;Kasus: Ketauan Bokapnya. Tapi gue gak sepenuhnya kehilangan, kok. I still have him as my friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4693653154510521660?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4693653154510521660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4693653154510521660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4693653154510521660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4693653154510521660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/09/kacamataku-sayang-kacamataku-malang.html' title='Kacamataku Sayang, Kacamataku Malang'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-824935695372667850</id><published>2008-09-20T23:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:28:50.635+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>Si S, ngajak ketemuan.&lt;br /&gt;Karena gue tanya, apa dia benci sm gue atau nggak (lewat Tiffanny).&lt;br /&gt;Dan katanya, dia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nggak&lt;/span&gt; benci gue. Malah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gue yg ngejauhin dia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Emang bener, sih.&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia ngajakin ketemuan hari Selasa pulang sekolah. Gue nervoooous banget!&lt;br /&gt;Doain yah, semoga semuanya berjalan dengan lancar, dan semua misunderstanding antara kita berhasil dilurusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin, amin, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-824935695372667850?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/824935695372667850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=824935695372667850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/824935695372667850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/824935695372667850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/09/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-5816261509919813785</id><published>2008-09-17T21:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:51:30.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikin Malu tapi Lucu</title><content type='html'>Bokap gue, lagi keranjingan lagu I Love You, Bibeh - The Changcuters.&lt;br /&gt;Gue, yang udah start dari jam stengah 9 online di depan laptop, beberapa kali denger bokap gue muter lagu itu dari PDA-nya. Bayangkan, itu lagu kedengeran sampe lantai atas di ruangan yang pintunya ditutup. Emang itu PDA punya speaker mantap abis. &lt;br /&gt;Gitulah bokap gue. Pas tadi dia pulang, kedengeran lagu-nya Chrisye yang baru itu, yang unreleased song. Kenceng-kenceng. Dari mobilnya. Heran gue, seantro jalanan denger kali ya apa yang dia puter di mobilnya.&lt;br /&gt;Liatin aja nih, ntar rumah gue bakal bising sama lagu I Love You, Bibeh. Apalagi kalo dia udah dapet CD MP3-nya trus dia pasang di CD Player pake speaker home theater dibawah. Gue bakalan pake ear-plugs entar lagi. Secara gue udah boseeeeen banget sama itu lagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang lucu lagi, nenek gue. Tadi, abis gue makan (dan di meja makan bokap gue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masih&lt;/span&gt; nyetel I Love You, Bibeh dari PDA-nya), gue lewat di ruang TV. Adek gue dan nyokap lagi ngobrol. Pas gue lewat, emak gue lagi ngomong.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya lho. Dulu Karo (panggilan untuk nenek gue itu), waktu mama sama kak ua (panggilan rumah gue -_-) ke Italy bareng karo, dia nyari restoran nasi padang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sontak ketawa. Keras.&lt;br /&gt;Nenek gue, yang asli parlente abis itu, nyari restoran padang di Italy. Gonjreng bener.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue inget, nenek gue bawain ikan teri, rendang, sama semur ayam buat om gue yang waktu itu kuliah di Swiss. Mantep banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue pun berpikir. Lucu banget sih, keluarga gue ini. Aneh-aneh aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gue, yang kata orang duplikatnya bokap, emang suka dengerin lagu kenceng-kenceng. Apalagi lagu yang gue suka.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue, kadang-kadang emang suka minta yang aneh-aneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue suka mikir, keluarga gue itu kadang-kadang suka malu-maluin.&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;Pernah sekali gue, nyokap, sama adek jalan ke PI 2. Waktu jalan gitu kan, gue ngambek. Trus, emak gue sama adek gue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;teriak-teriak&lt;/span&gt; manggilin nama gue! Dan tolong dicatat, waktu itu lagi di mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMayGat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus juga, emak gue tuh suka lucu. Kalo denger lagu yang enak dibawa goyang dikit, dia langsung hentakkan-badan-ke-lantai-dansa.&lt;br /&gt;Iya lho, pernah tuh lagi dimanaa gitu, emak gue denger kayak lagu up-beat gitu. Trus dia langsung joget. Bahu-nya gokil abis. Dan gue, malu banget. Dia pede aja gitu joget. Dan gue bersusah-payah menahan bahu nyokap gue biar gak joget lagi. Emak gue ketawa geli liat muka gue panik banget gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan masih banyaaaaaaaaaaak banget cerita lucu yang malu-maluin yang gue laluin bareng keluarga gue.&lt;br /&gt;Momen itu, bikin gue sadar.&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa bikin malu-nya mereka, mereka adalah keluarga gue. Yang nerima gue apa-adanya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue sayang mereka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Gue udah ilfeel sm si S; ternyata orangnya belaaaaguuuu banget! -__________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-5816261509919813785?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/5816261509919813785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=5816261509919813785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5816261509919813785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/5816261509919813785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/09/bikin-malu-tapi-lucu.html' title='Bikin Malu tapi Lucu'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-1499554818928404352</id><published>2008-08-31T01:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:27:53.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumat Sengsara &amp; Bahagia</title><content type='html'>Hmm, mau cerita ttg hari Jumat tgl 29 Agustus kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;Gue, pas istirahat kedua, sumpaaah seneng banget. Mata gue bahagia banget. Aduh, Tuhan Yesus alangkah baik! :)&lt;br /&gt;Dia maen basket di lapangan depan. Ohmaaaygaat gue langsung beli sirup trus duduk di tangga dpn aula dong, biar bisa liat view yg jarang banget dan sangat langka itu dengan jelas! &lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang istirahat kedua, gue ngeliat dia maen basket. Aduh, dia keliatan gentle bgt waktu keringetan! &lt;br /&gt;Trus, ada anak kelas 7 atau kls 8 gitu, nubruk dia. Duh, nyolot bgt tuh anak. Cowok. Gue juga gak suka sama adek kelas bangsat itu, skrg pake nabrak-nabrak si S lagiii! Huh -_______-&lt;br /&gt;Terus, sungguh sangat disayangkan, istirahat kedua selesai.&lt;br /&gt;Singkatnya, waktu pelajaran Mat, diumumin siapa yg remed gitu-gitu deh. Pengumumannya ditempel di papan pengumuman blakang kelas masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;Saat gue ngeliat urutannya gue, gue sedih banget. Dari 3 aspek, gue gak ada yang lolos.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Sugar-honey-ice-tea!&lt;br /&gt;Gue spontan nangis di bangku.&lt;br /&gt;Kata Nadia, "Udahlah, Trid..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mana bisa udah-udah, Nad!" Gue spontan emosi. Gue kan gitu, kalo nangis, trus dihibur jd emosi.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia diem. Gue jadi gak enak.&lt;br /&gt;"Kan masih ada remed, Trid."&lt;br /&gt;"Masa gue remed terus, Nad? Gak bisa gitu, dong!"&lt;br /&gt;Singkatnya lagi, bel pulang, deh. Trus harus salaman gitu kaan, ke guru nya. Suer, ini gakpenting abis.&lt;br /&gt;Pas gue nyalamin Pak Anton, dia ngeliat gue gitu. Dia taulah gue abis nangis, dia jd ngeliat gue kayak gimanaaaa gitu. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Gue nangis dong. Trus kan mau ada Bina Iman, jd gue mau makan dulu di kantin blakang. Eeeeh, si S lagi maen bola. Ahuuuy.&lt;br /&gt;Trus, gue nangis-nangis lagi. Itu mie ayam gue kuek-kuek sampe lecek. Eeh, tiba-tiba, bola-nya ngelewatin kaki gue dan terus kebelakang. Berhubung si S yg jadi keeper, jadi dia harus ngelewatin gue dooong biar bisa ngambil bolanya. Dobel ahuuuy.&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu, dia ngelewatin gue dkk. Gue langsung lebay doong hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;"Gue tuh begooo!" gue bilang gitu. Aaah, sweet. Dia kayak ngeliatin gue gitu. Timo juga. Tapi sebodo amat sama Timo.&lt;br /&gt;Jeng-jeng-jeng, bel bunyi. Bina Iman deh. Berhubung kelas 9  semuanya di aula (khusus tgl 29) jd ya gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, asik bgt gue satu ruangan sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Trus kan kelompok. Sayangnya, Ayu yang sekelompok sama dia. Lucky you, Yu!&lt;br /&gt;Gue di kelompok 1, sedangkan dia di kelompok 4. Almost bgt tuh dia sekelompok sama gue! ARGGH! -______________________-&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pulang, gue suruh Tiffany ngeliatin dia, siapa tau dia ngeliatin gue.&lt;br /&gt;Trus, kata Tiffany, dia beberapa kali ngelirik ke gue gitu.&lt;br /&gt;OHHMAAAYGAAAAT ;)&lt;br /&gt;Melting abis, gue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-1499554818928404352?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/1499554818928404352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=1499554818928404352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1499554818928404352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/1499554818928404352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumat-sengsara-bahagia.html' title='Jumat Sengsara &amp; Bahagia'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-664485627639254027</id><published>2008-08-18T23:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:35:23.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why do you do this to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you do this so easily? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make it hard to smile because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make it hard to breathe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you do this to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sepenggal lirik Why - Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir-pikir, masih banyak banget pertanyaan yang pengen gue ajukan ke S tapi belom bisa.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ini, kenapa itu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, mungkin, gue tanya sampe seribu pertanyaan pun, tetep aja gak bikin gue puas. Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena gue serakah. Sangat. Serakah.&lt;br /&gt;Iya, gue tau kok. Gue pengen semuanyaaa bisa gue punya, semuanyaaa bisa gue dapetin, semuanyaaa harus punya gue, untuk gue.&lt;br /&gt;Gue tau, aturan main-nya gak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, gue gak bisa ngerubah itu. Gak tau kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue sangat ambisius akan sesuatu. Apa yang gue pengen, harus gue dapetin. &lt;em&gt;Apapun.&lt;/em&gt; Dengan menghalalkan segala cara.&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, gue sangat gak terima dengan kenyataan bahwa si S udah punya orang yang dia sayang, yang nggak memaksa dia, yang bikin dia seneng dan bahagia, bersama cewek itu--siapa pun dia.&lt;br /&gt;Gue memang sebenernya gak berhak untuk bilang, "Gak! S gak boleh sayang siapa pun selain gue!"&lt;br /&gt;Sifat egois dan serakah itu, udah bikin gue kehilangan S beberapa kali.&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak mau, sifat itu bikin gue buta dan bikin gue jahat. Bikin gue pengen jadi &lt;strong&gt;bitch gila&lt;/strong&gt; yang ngerusak hubungan orang; hubungan si S dan cewek itu.&lt;br /&gt;Itu gak sehat.&lt;br /&gt;Okelah, gue sangaaaaaat sayaaaaaang sama si S.&lt;br /&gt;Kata &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/33041497"&gt;Acit&lt;/a&gt;, suatu hari nanti, si S bakal sadar, kalo gue &lt;em&gt;sayaaaaaaaaang banget&lt;/em&gt; sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga :)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, tapi gue akan tetep penasaran,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si S lebih sayang mana yaa, cewek baru-nya, atau gue? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true, gue udah banyak nyakitin dia. Mungkin, dia lebih sayang ceweknya itu (pasrah)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, buat ceweknya itu (siapa tau dia baca ini--ngarep):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah sakitin S ya, kayak yang udah gue lakuin. Ntar nyesel lhoo. Dia orangnya baik banget :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-664485627639254027?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/664485627639254027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=664485627639254027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/664485627639254027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/664485627639254027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-3386173589590465692</id><published>2008-08-18T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:22:46.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambut Baru (Z gak penting)</title><content type='html'>Hyaaat!&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gue potong poni dan sedikit memperbaiki rambut. Asoy, dah.&lt;br /&gt;Dari yang tadinya model layer rada nge-bob, dijadiin model layer beneran, dan dibikin gak gitu ngembang--biar rambut gue yang bergelombang kayak indomie kusut itu lebih terkendali.&lt;br /&gt;Juga, poni gue jadi poni rata alis kayak yang sekarang lagi nge-tren.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, komentar Emak gue sih cuma satu, "Lucu. Tapi, jerawat yang di jidat ketutupan semua."&lt;br /&gt;Bodo amet. Jerawat bukan untuk dipamerkan, cing.&lt;br /&gt;Kata Bokap gue, "Kenapa gak sekalian dipangkas abis aja poni-nya? Biar jerawatnya keliatan semua."&lt;br /&gt;Gue, yang lagi asik maen The Sims di laptop, langsung menatap Bokap dengan serius.&lt;br /&gt;"Pa, kalo sampe poni-ku dipangkas abis, aku gak bakal pernah lagi mau keluar rumah."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, gak papa kok dipangkas semua. Biar jerawatnya tuh..." belom selese dia bicara, gue udah &lt;em&gt;pangkas&lt;/em&gt; kalimatnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Liatin aja, kalo sampe beneran, aku beneran &lt;em&gt;selamanya&lt;/em&gt; gak mau keluar rumah. Liatin aja."&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya diem. Bokap gue tau, kalo gue udah mulai cemberut, gue udah gak bisa dibantah lagi. (Sifat buruk nih -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, foto rambut baru gue belom bisa di-upload (emg belom difoto sih hehehe) maaf yaaaaaaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;ntar kalo gue udah siap dan sedia baru deh dijepret.&lt;br /&gt;Okeee, segitu dulu ya. Mau nyusun buku nih. Udah hampir setengah sebelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-3386173589590465692?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/3386173589590465692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=3386173589590465692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3386173589590465692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/3386173589590465692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/08/rambut-baru-z-gak-penting.html' title='Rambut Baru (Z gak penting)'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4959598041365550265</id><published>2008-08-17T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:20:54.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Download MP3</title><content type='html'>Begitu muncul di halamannya, cari tulisan "download" trus klik kanan, trus save target as yaaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/OneRepublic_Stop_Stare.html"&gt;Stop And Stare - One Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/you_and_i_both__2.html"&gt;You And I Both - Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Takkan_HilangDua.html"&gt;Takkan Hilang - Dua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segini dulu yaaa. Lagunya enak-enak kok :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4959598041365550265?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4959598041365550265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4959598041365550265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4959598041365550265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4959598041365550265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-download-mp3.html' title='Free Download MP3'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-6366451688730436177</id><published>2008-08-16T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:14:02.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Smile Without You</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane. Very very insane.&lt;br /&gt;Duh, gue sebenernya pengen ganti url blog gue; udah kampung banget tuh url -.-&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gak bisaaaaaaaaa (shit!) mana yg bisa diganti tuh cuma alamat emailnya doang.. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gue lagi kepikiran si Namanya-Tak-Boleh-Disebut-Saking-Nistanya-Tapi-Begitu-Tak-Terelakkan (NTBDSNTBTT) which is adalah My Sweetest Valentine slash My Dearest First Love slash The Most Heartless AND Egocentric Person in This World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren kan acara lomba-lomba gitu di sekolah, trus tumben banget Komeng bawa kartu tarot. Yaudah, gue minta diramalin. Gue minta diramalin ttg NTBDSNTBTT sama ttg JT. Ttg si NTBDSNTBTT teteeep aja muter-muter situ.&lt;br /&gt;Oke, gue emang serakah, karena gue cuma pengen dia sama gue doang. Gak boleh sama yang lain. Tapi... sifat serakah itu karena gue sayaaang banget sama dia :'(&lt;br /&gt;Gue takut, nanti kalo udah SMA, pada akhirnya kita harus pisah sekolah. Gue gak bisa kebayang aja, setiap hari bertahun-tahun kedepan gue bakalan gak pernah ketemu dia lagi; sedangkan sekarang, tiap hari gue ketemu dia, ngeliat dia.&lt;br /&gt;Gimana yah... gue cuma ngerasa apa ya... incomplete aja gitu kalo dia gak &lt;em&gt;berkeliaran&lt;/em&gt; di sekitar gue. Soalnya, udah dari kelas 4 SD (sejak gue pindah ke Jakarta) sampe sekarang kelas 9, gue selaluuu 1 sekolah sama dia; bareng-bareng sama dia. Mungkin, kebersamaan yang terlalu sering itu kali ya, yang bikin jadi &lt;em&gt;ketergantungan&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, walaupun dia deket sama gue, ada di sekitar gue, tapi.. kejadian yang udah lewat kemaren-kemaren itu, bikin dia jaaaauuuuuhhhh banget! Hal-hal yang bikin gue bisa merasa deket sama dia, yaa paling cuma liatin dia dari jauh, atau keinget waktu-waktu dulu kita laluin bareng-bareng.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue lagi sedih, &lt;em&gt;gak tau kenapa&lt;/em&gt;, satu nama yang selalu jadi urutan pertama yang gue panggil kalo gue bener-bener lagi sedih dan desperate banget adalah nama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, katanya sih dia udah punya pacar baru. Katanya sih anak DB. Yaa gue sebenernya gak rela sih, tapi gue inget ada kata-kata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you really love someone, let them go. If they come back, they're yours. If not, you're never meant to be together." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sialan-nya, kata-kata itu ada di shout-out fs &lt;strong&gt;kakaknya dia&lt;/strong&gt;! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ya, yang gue bisa lakuin adalah, syukurin waktu yang Tuhan kasi ke gue untuk bareng-bareng dia, dan doain dia selalu bahagia sama hidupnya, dengan siapapun yang dia pilih.&lt;br /&gt;Gue selalu nangis kalo inget &lt;em&gt;gimana jahatnya gue&lt;/em&gt; sama dia, gimana &lt;em&gt;gue marah&lt;/em&gt; waktu dia ngebales apa yang udah gue lakuin ke dia.&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak fair; gue tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-6366451688730436177?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/6366451688730436177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=6366451688730436177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6366451688730436177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/6366451688730436177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-smile-without-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Smile Without You'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-2201396339477053504</id><published>2008-07-02T17:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:58:22.107+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Nyempil</title><content type='html'>Sebenernya, gue mau nge-review tentang liburan gue ke Jogja. Tapi, apa mau dikata, itu foto-foto di Jogja belom sempet dimasukin ke komputer. Hehehehehehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;Jaaadiii, daripada gue lama gak ngepost, mending gue ngasi postingan nyempil aja. hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, selain ke Jogja dari tanggal 14 hingga 4 hari kedepannya, I spend my holiday dengan bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;Iyaap, kerja! :)&lt;br /&gt;Kerjanya di Bank DMG, bank punya keluarganya &lt;a href="http://http://profiles.friendster.com/click54ever"&gt;Talita&lt;/a&gt;. gue sama Talita bertugas jadi &lt;em&gt;teller &lt;/em&gt;sampe jam 1. Abis itu, setelah jam 1 sampe jam berapa nyokapnya Talita selesai kerja, kita bantu-bantu. Mulai dari ngurutin nomer nasabah dari 3000 sampe-entah-berapa, juga ngelepas-lepasin label nomer nasabah yang lama, karena mau diganti jadi yang baru. Setelah ngelepas-lepasin label, kita bikin juga label yang baru. Hehehehehehehehe... Capek? Lumayan. Seru? Banget!&lt;br /&gt;Disana, ada pegawai cowok yang namanya &lt;strong&gt;Tata&lt;/strong&gt;. Orangnya kalem. Tapi menurut gue, dia manis. Hahahahahaha... Innocent-nya tuh masih yang bener-bener polos. Gak kayak cowok-cowok sekarang (gue ambil contoh, temen gue: &lt;strong&gt;Rara&lt;/strong&gt;) yang mikirnya bokeeep melulu! Hahahahahaha...  yaa, intinya.. gue jadi semangat kerja karna ada Tata :P&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, setelah libur beberapa hari, gue jadi berpikir, &lt;em&gt;"Aduh, males ah, kerja... kayaknya enakan di rumah deh." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gue bilang ke Talita, kalo gue&lt;em&gt; quit&lt;/em&gt;. Jadilah, sampai hari ini gue gak ketemu lagi sama Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya soon, Tata! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-2201396339477053504?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/2201396339477053504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=2201396339477053504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2201396339477053504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/2201396339477053504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/07/posting-nyempil.html' title='Posting Nyempil'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-248433381218288831</id><published>2008-06-09T21:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:16:39.044+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gatau kenapa, kalo gue liat matanya dia.... &lt;strong&gt;I feel some love for me  in his eyes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tapi, setelah kejadian yang kemaren itu, kok dia bisa &lt;em&gt;setega&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;itu&lt;/em&gt; gitu  lho, sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;ternyata, apa yang udah kita laluin bareng-bareng, gak dilakuin secara tulus sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;when I think about that, I don't know why, I always deny that fact.&lt;br /&gt;gue selalu ngelakuin denial-denial gak penting di hati gue, walopun, deep down inside gue udah pasrah. rela. capek. dan udah nyoba buat pelan-pelan nerima kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dia tuh ternyata jauh lebih egois dari gue, ya?&lt;br /&gt;dia gak pernah mau nempatin diri jadi gue. gak ngerti deh, dia selalu nyalah-nyalahin gue.&lt;br /&gt;apapun!&lt;br /&gt;gue yang berlebihan, gue yang ini yang itu...&lt;br /&gt;gue yang egois... kayak dia gak egois aja!&lt;br /&gt;tapi gue &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dulu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue bisa nerima dia apa adanya; dia yang egois, dia yang gengsi-nya setinggi langit, dia yang kadang-kadang ngeboseniiiiiiinnnnn banget.&lt;br /&gt;karena gue &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; sama dia. dan gue &lt;em&gt;cinta&lt;/em&gt; sama sifatnya.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it sounds like bullshit. hahaha... but this is me, this is &lt;em&gt;a part&lt;/em&gt; of me; bagian dari astrid yang sayang banget sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa emang gue yang terlalu berlebihan sayang sama dia?&lt;br /&gt;apa gue yang emang terlalu banyak berharap?&lt;br /&gt;tapi... is that wrong, to love someone with all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;tapi dia &lt;strong&gt;gak pernah&lt;/strong&gt; ngehargain itu. gak pernah ngehargain apa yang udah gue kasi sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-248433381218288831?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/248433381218288831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=248433381218288831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/248433381218288831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/248433381218288831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/06/gatau-kenapa-kalo-gue-liat-matanya-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-4566795445637835231</id><published>2008-06-06T10:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:23:43.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'>menyedihkan banget sih gue</title><content type='html'>hmm, gue bingung gue harus cerita darimana.&lt;br /&gt;oke, kejadiannya itu hari rabu. tapi gue mau mulai dari hari selasa aja, biar nyambung :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini, hari selasa itu kan ada classmeeting gitu kan, cuma buat menuhin absen aja dateng ke sekolah. nahh, kebetulan komeng temen gue (ps : kita udah baikan dooong) itu pinter ngeramal. yaudah, gue minta diramalin deh sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;isi kartunya tuh berkisar pada: patah hati, kesepian, kekeringan.&lt;br /&gt;wrrrrrr ya udah kayaknya musim kemarau sedang melanda diri gue, pikir gue saat itu. sebenernya gue udah ada feeling, it should be mean something about those cards. gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue kepikiraaaaan terus soal kartu itu. ya udah, lanjut ke hari rabu.&lt;br /&gt;waktu itu masih pagi, dan gue yaa seperti biasa duduk duduk asik di kelas.&lt;br /&gt;talita lagi heboh banget karna dia dapet foto sama Ethan Mentzer (The Click Five) pas ngejer ke hotel.&lt;br /&gt;trus gue pikir, ahh kenapa gak minta diramalin lagi aja... siapa tau hasilnya berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya udah akhirnya gue minta komeng buat ramalin gue lagi. dan hasilnya ya ga jauh beda. setelah seling siapaa gitu gue lupa deh yg diramal, akhirnya gue minta diramalin lagi, untuk yg terakhir kali.&lt;br /&gt;ya udah, komeng mau.&lt;br /&gt;setelah dia bacain kartunya, dia bilang sama gue.&lt;br /&gt;"Trid, kae nya dia gak tulus deh sayang sama lo," kata komeng penuh keyakinan. gue kan jadi bingung.&lt;br /&gt;"Kok lo yakin banget, Meng?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gini deh trid, gue kayaknya harus jujur sekarang." mukanya udah gak enak.&lt;br /&gt;"Apaan?" kata gue, masih rada was was gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;"Sebenernya, si itu (nama dirahasiakan) pacaran sama elo cuma karna kasian."&lt;br /&gt;gue langsung... deg! Gosh, is this my time to die?&lt;br /&gt;"Emang dia pernah sayang sama lo... tapi ya setelah lo nyakitin dia, jadinya dia nya yaa gitu deh."&lt;br /&gt;"Lo tau dari siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dari si .. (nyebutin nama temennya)"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, gitu ya.... ya udah." gue stengah mati nahan buat gak nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah jalan-jalan dari liat anak 8.2 vs 8.3 di final (yang menang 8.2) akhirnya gue duduk duduk sm yg laen di depan aula. itu gue udah ngerasa badan gue tuh diingiiiin banget gatau kenapa. gak ada semangat idup. trus kaenya tuh full banget di dalem. jadi napas aja rada susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya udah, akhirnya kita naek ke atas, dan duduk duduk di dpn 8.4 sambil ngeliatin anak anak yg lalu lalang. talita udah beberapa kali nanya sama gue, "Lo kenapa sih, Trid?"&lt;br /&gt;gue cuma menggeleng. gue gak mau jadi cengeng dan nangis gak penting.&lt;br /&gt;tapi gak tau kenapa, tiba-tiba aja tssss air mata jatoh dari mata gue!&lt;br /&gt;adddoohhh, dasar air mata gak bisa diajak kompromi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ya udah, akhirnya gue nangis terisak-isak. * wrrr iya gue tau gue cengeng banget *&lt;br /&gt;tapi gue gak terima, dengan kenyataan nya!&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gue berdiri dan ngeliat-liat orang lalu lalang di bawah. komeng dateng trus ngerangkul gue.&lt;br /&gt;"Trus meng, dia ngomong apa lagi?" akhirnya gue putusin, gue harus tau semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Bener nih trid...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya."&lt;br /&gt;"Katanya, lo tuh terlalu berlebihan.. dan lo selalu ngekang dia, gak bisa bebas sama temen-temennya."&lt;br /&gt;"Tuh kan!! dia SELALU nyari kesalahan-kesalahan gue! emang gue ngekang dia di bagian mana nya sih?? pernah apa gue ngelarang dia jalan sama temen-temennya?! nggak!! gak pernah!! gue justru support dia kok ngelakuin apa yang dia suka.... kenapa sih, dia selalu nge-judge gue yang salah-salah melulu?! dia gak pernah kan ngeliat apa yg bagus dari gue? semua orang JELAS punya sisi baik dan sisi buruk!!!! kenapa sih gue selalu diliat buruknya melulu????" badan gue bergetar hebat. gue masih ingat persis gimana rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;komeng makin merangkul gue, ngasi kekuatan.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Trid, gue tau kok itu rasanya sakit... tapi lo masih punya gue, ayu, talita, dona, krystle yang sayang sama lo..." katanya. "kita sayang astrid kan yu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya!" kata ayu.&lt;br /&gt;gue gak tau lagi gue mau ngomong apa.&lt;br /&gt;rasanya tuh sesak banget deh. kayak semuanya tuh bercampur-aduk di kepala gue, gak ngerti rasanya gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirnya gue ketawa, karna si evan lucu-lucuan gitu sama reza. akhirnya gue ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is the way I love him too much.&lt;br /&gt;and I hope, I could forget him, and face my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-4566795445637835231?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/4566795445637835231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=4566795445637835231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4566795445637835231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/4566795445637835231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/06/menyedihkan-banget-sih-gue.html' title='menyedihkan banget sih gue'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387589373639443853.post-8293069794681816955</id><published>2008-05-16T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:14:34.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ULUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huuahhhh. giiillllaaaaaa, capek banget gue ulum! walopun blom selese, tapi paling ngga, ada 2 hari buat istirahat dikit, yang pasti masih tetep belajar! huahhhhh. CAPEK!&lt;br /&gt;gue, ngerjain soal, sampe otak gue nyut-nyutan, cing! apalagi waktu gue ngerjain soal yang itung-itungan, kae ngitung PPn sama PBB (ekonomi) atau ngitung tabel laba rugi, tabel neraca, sama tabel perubahan modal (jasa). ga boong, beneran itu otak gue nyut-nyutan!&lt;br /&gt;gilllaaa.&lt;br /&gt;KAPANKAH PENDERITAAN INI BERAKHIR????&lt;br /&gt;KAPAN??!!! KAPAAAAAANNN?!!!!! (lebay banget ga sih)&lt;br /&gt;nih, foto gue yang sudah menggila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200916572560404082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SC1eES3nrnI/AAAAAAAAABI/z3dr9HFtkaM/s320/DCOO0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akibat terlalu banyak belajar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see? (AIB BANGET ga sih itu gambar :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yah, anyway, buat para pelajar indonesia yang mengalami sindrom yang sama seperti saya, BERJUANGLAH KAWAN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BERJUANGLAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;love, Astrid&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387589373639443853-8293069794681816955?l=stupidastronot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/feeds/8293069794681816955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387589373639443853&amp;postID=8293069794681816955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8293069794681816955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387589373639443853/posts/default/8293069794681816955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidastronot.blogspot.com/2008/05/ulum.html' title='ULUM'/><author><name>Astrid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/StWiHhsiPvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sm_9FZSg1Dc/S220/P1030664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yfhFfdmWVq4/SC1eES3nrnI/AAAAAAAAABI/z3dr9HFtkaM/s72-c/DCOO0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
