<?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-5751990367361912848</id><updated>2011-12-19T17:20:57.845-08:00</updated><category term='diary of mine'/><category term='islamic values'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='art by daring art'/><category term='men labelled mine'/><category term='engineering'/><category term='quote picks'/><category term='eyes set to kill'/><category term='competition'/><category term='reviewing by reviewer'/><category term='randomly thinking'/><category term='manchester united'/><category term='the college up and down'/><category term='anthem of my busy day'/><category term='telecommunication'/><category term='a little piece of fashion'/><category term='lyrics to go'/><category term='me against the music'/><category term='chad michael murray'/><category term='crossing politics'/><category term='friendly values'/><category term='100% interest'/><category term='apres itb'/><category term='emma watson'/><category term='international issues'/><title type='text'>it's notes and story</title><subtitle type='html'>"Writing is very much a playground; an artistic playground" - Shania Twain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3967031917195809030</id><published>2011-11-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:24:38.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>first toefl!</title><content type='html'>i just got my first toefl score, dude! excited much? yes sir!&lt;div&gt;no preparation whatsoever, so yeah, i was literally nervous to see the score. alhamdulillah i got it above the minimum score for total summer school administration requirement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, once again with these applications. wish me some luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway here is the information about this summer school, check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.international.itb.ac.id/web/?p=4496"&gt;international.itb.ac.id&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3967031917195809030?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3967031917195809030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3967031917195809030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3967031917195809030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3967031917195809030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-toefl.html' title='first toefl!'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3991314507045610571</id><published>2011-11-02T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:59:13.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>Communication System - Before UTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQSaJOH8AZs/TrF1cuff6VI/AAAAAAAAANI/WVIe3bQVxxg/s1600/hehe.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQSaJOH8AZs/TrF1cuff6VI/AAAAAAAAANI/WVIe3bQVxxg/s320/hehe.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670442542213097810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm studying about tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is me looking at it from another angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinyal s'(t) yang dihasilkan adalah hasil dari integrasi, multiplikasi, pergeseran, dan pembatasan sesuai dengan tahap-tahap yang dilewatinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds familiar, doesn't it? try our national medias nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3991314507045610571?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3991314507045610571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3991314507045610571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3991314507045610571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3991314507045610571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/11/communication-system-before-uts.html' title='Communication System - Before UTS'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQSaJOH8AZs/TrF1cuff6VI/AAAAAAAAANI/WVIe3bQVxxg/s72-c/hehe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6458103220845749538</id><published>2011-10-31T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:31:52.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>EHEF - Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Dear Nisa Sabrina Mulya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;We have received your visitor registration request. We look forward to welcome you to the European Higher Education Fair 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;European Higher Education Fair will be held on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Jakarta, 12-13 November 2011, Merak Room, Jakarta Convention Center, 10.00 – 18.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Medan, 15 November 2011, Ballroom, Grand Aston City Hall Hotel Medan, 13.00 - 19.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Meet and greet the representatives of more than 90 European Higher Education Institutions and National Representatives. In addition, EHEF 2011 will conduct countries presentation and live talk-show to give the latest information about Study in Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Your registration detail are below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Name :  Nisa Sabrina Mulya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;City : Bandung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Gender : Female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Email : nisamulya@gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Telephone : 087878530322&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Age : 18-23years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Occupation : Undergraduate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;YOUR REGISTRATION TICKET NUMBER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;[ **** ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Please print this email and bring it to EHEF 2011 and avoid the long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;queue by using to the fast-line counters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;yihii! bring it on, Europe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;please, please, please, let my next weekend be free of any Bandung thingy. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6458103220845749538?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6458103220845749538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6458103220845749538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6458103220845749538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6458103220845749538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/10/ehef-indonesia.html' title='EHEF - Indonesia'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-267879953635800700</id><published>2011-10-31T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:14:23.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics to go'/><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Christina Aguilera - Little Dreamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the stars, I will take one down for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what the distance, I’ll see it through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll fill you in between the sun and moon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Til the end I’ll be waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whenever in night, the lights go down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you’ll go on to shine somehow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even if you’re miles above the clouds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Til the end I’ll be waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I lay you down to sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray we’ll meet inside my dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, my little dreamer, I’ll miss your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ll always stay connected through time and space &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey that we shared but now have to leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will live inside of us for eternity, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dreamer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little dreamer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little dreamer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little dreamer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look through the dark, there’s a compass in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ever you’re lonely and question why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that I’m always by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Til the end I’ll be waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though we sleep like years apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The galaxy away is not so far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we know the future is our dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Til the end I’ll be waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray we’ll meet inside my dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should go before I wake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray our souls will join again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, my little dreamer, I’ll miss your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ll always stay connected through time and space &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything we hoped that could never be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will live inside of us for eternity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So come on my little dreamer, I’ll miss your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ll always stay connected through time and space &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey that we shared but now have to leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will live inside of us for eternity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destiny will be a part of you, babe (will be) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll feel you in the atmosphere (I'll feel you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothing will be left to fear (nothing left to fear) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, said) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh oh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, ooh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, ooh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, my little dreamer, I will miss your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll always stay connected through time and space (little dreamer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything we hoped that could never be (so mamma) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will live inside of us for eternity, yeah (I'll see you there) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, my little dreamer, I will miss your face (always, always) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll always stay connected through time and space (ooh oh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey that we shared but now have to leave (ooh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will live inside of us for eternity, yeah (oh ah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be with you till the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm, always be waiting 'till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congratulations, inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-267879953635800700?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/267879953635800700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=267879953635800700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/267879953635800700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/267879953635800700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1439669232766487905</id><published>2011-10-07T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:01:47.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote picks'/><title type='text'>"Don't settle" - Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/dianarikasari.blogspot.com"&gt;dianarikasari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one heart-clenching speech from one of the greatest people on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;too inspiring, Mr Jobs. may you rest in peace, and thank you. really, thanks :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1439669232766487905?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1439669232766487905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1439669232766487905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1439669232766487905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1439669232766487905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-settle-steve-jobs.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t settle&quot; - Steve Jobs'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1946625829668565043</id><published>2011-08-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:53:21.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>last day of holiday</title><content type='html'>last day of holiday, and i can say this whole 2 months were awesome!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially tonight :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharing about holiday flings with telbabes, dera's amazing treat especially the cheesecake and avy's soto, surprising dera with a false rumour using Ririn's skill in manipulating a letter from the dean and tangisan buaya Sibon, taraweh with Hatta Rajasa as the penceramah, one fantastic match MU vs City, which was won by MU at last, thanks to Nani for the hattrick :) despite Vidic's lack of appearance tonight (blame Sir Alex for keeping the field for the youngsters in the 2nd half) i am still over-excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this grin could stay for days, beware :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last words, Glory Glory Manchester United!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1946625829668565043?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1946625829668565043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1946625829668565043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1946625829668565043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1946625829668565043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-day-of-holiday.html' title='last day of holiday'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-9127095850474923983</id><published>2011-08-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:44:49.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taraweh</title><content type='html'>a nice message i got from taraweh last night :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayat pertama dari surat An-Nashr berbunyi "&lt;i&gt;idzaajaa anashrullahi walfath&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ada &lt;i&gt;nashrullah&lt;/i&gt; dan &lt;i&gt;fath&lt;/i&gt;. pertolongan Allah dan kemenangan. not the other way around, no. there's always &lt;i&gt;nashrullah&lt;/i&gt; first, then &lt;i&gt;fath&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiring one by Pak Aam Amiruddin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-9127095850474923983?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/9127095850474923983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=9127095850474923983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9127095850474923983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9127095850474923983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/08/taraweh.html' title='taraweh'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1845871076864609734</id><published>2011-08-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:56:33.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>semester 5?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this bloody-fantastic holiday is gonna end very soon. feck (courtesy of Almost Famous). so long Jogja, MBC, wisuda juli, SOC 5, makrab civeramoz, and family ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm so not ready for semester 5. bloody marvellous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYZvL47R7aA/Tjq_wsSKtrI/AAAAAAAAANA/a0YkuGfoAlw/s320/Cheap-College-Textbooks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637028726849582770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1845871076864609734?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1845871076864609734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1845871076864609734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1845871076864609734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1845871076864609734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-bloody-fantastic-holiday-is-gonna.html' title='semester 5?'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYZvL47R7aA/Tjq_wsSKtrI/AAAAAAAAANA/a0YkuGfoAlw/s72-c/Cheap-College-Textbooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-9128208279874136913</id><published>2011-07-30T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T03:12:22.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>bluffing</title><content type='html'>watching many Jude Laws and Natalie Portmans this week. leaving the laptop on for days, downloading movies. well its been a nice week, still have the time for those movies in between being rude in MBC, editing SOC over again, watching the last piece of Harry Potter movie which everyone had been waiting for, and also spending more time with the family, both in home and hospital. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must say i always had this stupid grin on my face every time Jude Law come to the screen, either when he's being too handsome in Alfie or when he's all blood and wounds in Cold Mountain. but the last movie i watched this morning disappointed me much. well i can't stand Norah Jones (and her songs) since junior high school, so pardon me, My Blueberry Nights was totally boring. and no, not even the Natalie Portman scene could change my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing i really like from Jude Law and his movies (that i've watched) : he's always with his accent :D in My Blueberry Nights, working in New York, he's still using the accent! well, i think English is that adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm so i'm actually bluffing in this post. don't really want to write something good. just letting the words come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i want to talk about Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imo, i prefer the part 1. but i think these last 2 pieces of the holy Harry Potter were the best ones. for the part 2, there were a few scenes where i really held back my laughters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. when Harry and Ron changed their shirts after fell down to the ocean. well, look at Ron's stomach and... that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ginny kissing Harry. hm. pardon the height differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm bored typing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i won't be doing taraweh pertama and puasa pertama :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's end this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-9128208279874136913?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/9128208279874136913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=9128208279874136913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9128208279874136913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9128208279874136913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/bluffing.html' title='bluffing'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1448614042012364482</id><published>2011-07-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T07:13:50.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>welcoming Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDdJMjKTt84/TjQRNAWc2uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UCVNhPuQ-n4/s1600/sorry%2Bwriting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome, the mighty month of the year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah folks, we're here already, 1 day away from Ramadhan. may Allah give us the chance to pray more in this upcoming Ramadhan, up until the end. amin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am apologizing here for every sins and mistakes i've made, with or without me realizing while doing it carelessly. i'm very sorry to all of you who had been harmed or hurt by my words or behavior, because i'm aware i'm such an imperfect person and i do mistakes all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am also thanking Allah for the age i've lived, and thanking you all for being a part of this wonderful life. noone could guess how long we have the remaining time to be in this world, right? so once again, thanks, extraordinary people :) :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDdJMjKTt84/TjQRNAWc2uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UCVNhPuQ-n4/s1600/sorry%2Bwriting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDdJMjKTt84/TjQRNAWc2uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UCVNhPuQ-n4/s320/sorry%2Bwriting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635147948877470434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.id/imgres?q=sorry+writing&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;safe=active&amp;amp;biw=1536&amp;amp;bih=778&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=f3HEm_0SWAsf8M:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://sorryletters.biz/sorry-letters/&amp;amp;docid=nnb0xyIDlv7fTM&amp;amp;w=279&amp;amp;h=431&amp;amp;ei=aw00TuzGHonnrAetzfC-Cw&amp;amp;zoom=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okaaay lets make the August, and the Ramadhan, to be full of prayers and good wills. Marhaban yaa Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1448614042012364482?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1448614042012364482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1448614042012364482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1448614042012364482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1448614042012364482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/welcoming-ramadhan.html' title='welcoming Ramadhan'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDdJMjKTt84/TjQRNAWc2uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UCVNhPuQ-n4/s72-c/sorry%2Bwriting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1785044042613283700</id><published>2011-07-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:18:57.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>current mood</title><content type='html'>waking up in the middle of the night after 5 hours of unreliable sleep and found this sweetest PDA ever on my ubersocial timeline :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i'm a total mess, i still have a 10 out of 10 gf @gchayani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- from @lotfadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best line i heard in a while, coming from a friend to a friend (which is his girlfriend) on their 3rd relationship anniversary. ihiiy &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unexpectedly romantic, because they don't do PDA much hahaha. well the line does put me in a bad shape now, definitely ngegalau seharian besok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1785044042613283700?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1785044042613283700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-9063275871777335955</id><published>2011-07-20T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:32:07.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Blessed is those who had purity, patience, honesty, and bravery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-9063275871777335955?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/9063275871777335955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=9063275871777335955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9063275871777335955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9063275871777335955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-92717260568044151</id><published>2011-07-15T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T03:19:12.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>man jadda wa jadda</title><content type='html'>again, i was sad yet amazed of one of His greatness in this life, how he could change one thing to another in just the shortest time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i just wrote this, a piece of my thought :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's always been one trusted theory for me, but finally i've witnessed how your mind could affect so much. how you could ruin your whole body only from one sick suggestion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this happened to my aunt, a 40-something woman who has suffered such an illness for about 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the phenomenon began with her complaining about how her stomach ached after eating some food. she began to avoid eating those food which she herself believed its bad for her health. first she stopped eating anything spicy, then stopped eating anything oily, until finally she stopped eating very much anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how could that happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she simply assumed that her body couldn't accept those food, and it was strongly planted on her mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she visited some doctors, asking what was her real illness. she asked why her organs couldn't function as it should. well, because she believed that her body couldn't work properly, she complained here and there, but never found her real illness. until one time she assumed she got lupus illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered being shocked when she told that to the family. and how ironic, we actually believed it the first time. she said it was based on the examinations done by one of the doctors. and the doctor said that all of her organs has been very bad and couldn't work properly because of her illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its that long, you know, before finally the family could convince her to go to the hospital and stayed there for a while. she got examined there, and more importantly, she got the real doctor who handles lupus. but what did we got? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the examinations and the doctor's opinion, my aunt didn't suffer such an illness like lupus or anything. her organs were also functioning well. the only thing that ruined her body so that she became very weak and thin was because she didn't eat enough, she got malnutrition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well no wonder she suffered, she hasn't eaten anything proper for years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see that? that's the power of mind. easy, and dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was now already staying at the hospital for more than 2 weeks. the lupus doctor that handled her was very encouraging, motivating, and understanding. beside that, the family around her was trying our best to help her, we tried to change her way of thinking, cheering her up, hoping she would finally got the will. and it was very hard, you know, we also had our ups and downs in helping my dear aunt. my mom, as her sister, was the one who i thought had been very helping, besides her husband. even when my mom was very busy with her work as usual, she always found the way to visit my aunt in the hospital, cheering her up from time to time. its really sad when in the end of the day my aunt would still be gloomy and lifeless. and it happened so many times that i felt so much sadness for my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this afternoon i visited her at the hospital, how grateful i was when she welcomed me with giant smile on her face from her hospital bed. i almost cried from gratitude when she asked for a piece of bread. well imagine this, she previously rejected every single thing we offered, including mineral water. freak, wasn't it? so that's why i was very glad to find her continuously hungry and eating any food. alhamdulillah, ya Allah :)) there's no God other than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for her success, i thought my mom could try being a motivator. you know, like Mario Teguh. she's just...... incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly this early morning i got a call from my mom, telling me to go immediately to the hospital where my aunt was staying, and informing me that my aunt had been moved to the ICU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shocked, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my siblings from Padang and Jakarta has arrived too. we're still hanging and my aunt is still holding on to those medical machines. actually a few hours ago we've come to a decision to not letting my aunt suffer more by telling the doctor to just stop the machines. we really couldn't help it watching how my aunt wouldn't respond, even when those horrid equipments were already attached to her body. we, especially my cousins, were already past the moments when we held back the tears wondering what would eventually happen if the decision was applied. but the doctors and nurses there have their own opinion to just try harder for a few more days, maybe a day or two. so yeah, now i'm having a rest in gerlong for a few hours with my mom and cousins. the hopes were still high. but insya Allah, we are ready to face anything that He designs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wallahu alam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man jadda wa jadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-92717260568044151?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/92717260568044151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=92717260568044151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/92717260568044151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/92717260568044151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/man-jadda-wa-jadda.html' title='man jadda wa jadda'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-753702900090386051</id><published>2011-07-09T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T05:26:59.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>memulai berkerudung</title><content type='html'>pertanyaan menarik dari salah seorang bonita di sesi kultum MBC hari ini.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gimana sih kak rasanya pake kerudung? - thanks sibon for the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you ask me the question now, i would simply answer "biasa aja. nggg it feels right."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin sebenarnya pertanyaan yang lebih krusial adalah "gimana sih cara memulai pake kerudung?" ya kan ya kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately i might not be the right person to answer this question, for the fact that i'm wearing it because of school regulations. hehehe. beneran aja, menurut gue paksaan aturan sekolah adalah cara yang paling mudah untuk memulai berkerudung. tapi jelas ini nggak berlaku untuk sembarang sekolah, sekolahnya harus selevel ic lah ya, dengan segala tradisi dan kemampuannya untuk menciptakan suasana peraturan dengan berlandaskan kesadaran dan kemauan diri masing-masing siswa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi semenjak setahun gue menamatkan MBC dan resmi menjadi anggota biasa HME ITB, sekurang-kurangnya ada 5 orang temen seangkatan gue yang di saat TPB belum berkerudung, lalu berkomitmen untuk berkerudung. yes, at least there are 5 of them in a year. subhanallah, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to share some points here :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. niat yang mantep. semantep-mantepnya. di dalem pikiran seorang wanita muslim pasti ada keinginan buat pake kerudung. apalagi di masa kuliah ini, dimana idealisme sangat dijunjung tinggi. jadi buat temen-temen yang pengen berkerudung tapi masih ogah-ogahan, masih kebanyakan takut dan mindernya, mantepin dulu niatnya. takut ngga bisa pake baju-baju lucu lagi setelah berkerudung? kalo emang muka lo ngga lucu ya ngga lucu aja kali gausah numbalin kerudung, bwek. atau ada juga yang niat berkerudung setelah menikah? percaya deh, jodoh insya Allah ngga kemana. dosa numpuk terus juga insya Allah ngga kemana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust me, when there is a will, there is a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. berani. berani memulai, berani berkomitmen, berani berbeda. adalah sangat wajar ketika lo ngerasa ngga mau ketemu siapa-siapa di hari pertama lo mulai berkerudung. ngerasa kerudung lo berantakan setiap saat, ngerasa rambut lo keluar-keluar terus, ngerasa risih karena temen-temen lo kaget melihat penampilan baru lo, apalagi kalo dibilang "cantik banget pake kerudung..." terus-terusan. ngga perlu takut, gejala-gejala diatas itu terjadi pada hampir setiap wanita yang baru berkerudung. tebel-tebelin muka lah di hari-hari pertama, they'll get used to it. you'll get used to it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe, wise ngga gue? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-753702900090386051?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/753702900090386051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=753702900090386051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/753702900090386051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/753702900090386051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/memulai-berkerudung.html' title='memulai berkerudung'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5316262875614663672</id><published>2011-07-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:29:33.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>dream casts!</title><content type='html'>inspired by &lt;a href="inspired-ground.com"&gt;inspired ground&lt;/a&gt; all over again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm interested in making my own dream casts, here they are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zooey deschanel, michael cera, george clooney, carey mulligan, katherine heigl, bradley cooper, reese witherspoon, chad michael murray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha very random but admit it, they're all adorable. hm. okay chad michael murray, not so much anymore, it's just i fell for him since the day i watched a cinderella story. sorry for my teenage foolishness :p its sad he didn't appear much anymore :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5316262875614663672?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5316262875614663672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5316262875614663672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5316262875614663672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5316262875614663672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/dream-casts.html' title='dream casts!'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6994686145938126169</id><published>2011-07-08T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:54:14.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>dream and luck</title><content type='html'>there's just so much i can get from a simple yet deep conversation with my supermom. here i want to share just one of the most inspiring part of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said "you dream it, you fight for it, you get it". very true. in a motivation training, we were encouraged to paint our own dreams, and act as if we will live those dreams. it's very motivating, very true. there are people who live poor as a child, but they have the will to be what they wanted to be. and they struggle their way to the top, and tada! you might find them now in the top positions in multinational companies, having beautiful house and cars, with a perfect family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the theory in motivation trainings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from that, there are these kind of people. the theory is rarely applied, but it exists. these people didn't dream in their childhood. they might not achieve high marks at school, they might not imagine their life to be as grand as it looks now. but apparently, they live that life just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they may have the luck. but most importantly, they try their best every now and then. they accept opportunities, they work it out in the best way possible. and you know what, they manage it to the top. yep yep, they manage very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the differences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm here not judging which one is better, because i see those two kinds getting along perfectly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jsyk, the first kind was how my father got his life. and obviously, the second one was my mother's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6994686145938126169?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6994686145938126169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6994686145938126169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6994686145938126169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6994686145938126169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/07/dream-and-luck.html' title='dream and luck'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4764647360255964204</id><published>2011-05-30T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:04:25.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>safety and risk</title><content type='html'>if now we're doing this, what do you expect to happen later on? where would we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it very comfortable to have this thing around, but i'm still not sure on what's ahead. i feel like i am now in a safe territory where i have everything under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's bad with feeling safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't feel like taking another risk, letting the safety go away. it would be difficult for you to try new things, and got stuck with your current condition where you are absolutely safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not how great people with great achievements go on with their life. they start from the bottom, struggle their way to be individually better than others, then they begin to start being different with trying things in a different way. but they fail. and they learn from their mistakes, struggle harder like hell while the embarassment and sadness from the former mistake keeps haunting. after that... you see, in time, they shine their way to the top. they succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take risks! but remember : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are responsible for your own actions&lt;/span&gt;. no blaming people, no blaming God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;, nothing to blame other than yourself. and do not complain too much. you just push people away because of those non-stop grumbling and whining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4764647360255964204?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4764647360255964204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4764647360255964204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4764647360255964204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4764647360255964204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/05/safety-and-risk.html' title='safety and risk'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4306227403242328580</id><published>2011-05-27T18:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:13:21.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>haven</title><content type='html'>this is a statement from Ardika Syahputra on Civeramoz blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thanks udah jadi teman-teman terbaik gw, sampe sekarang belom ada gantinya nih di ITB, sucks! Tapi itulah hidup&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, its sad, actually, for a college student to find no real friend in his college life. i found myself half disagreeing with this statement. well, i do find great friends here, some of them are even better than the former ones i found in IC. sorry to say, but i'm having a great time in ITB with amazing people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. in friendship, there are some things which were just, somehow, irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the dormitory stuffs, that made us know each other through and through, and for the fact that we practically lived together for 3 years.  i keep coming back to those girls from gedung H and some boys from gedung F, every time i got guys issue or college issue or any issue, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes people need to escape for a while. and for me, they happened to be a temporary haven :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4306227403242328580?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4306227403242328580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4306227403242328580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4306227403242328580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4306227403242328580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/05/haven.html' title='haven'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5392490947540226513</id><published>2011-05-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:49:12.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>gagantungtung</title><content type='html'>it's official, i am experiencing the 2nd "penggantungan oleh perusahaan wow"&lt;div&gt;after the first time with SingTel, now it's Schlumberger. hmm but that's perfectly alright, i'm not complaining. and i am still patiently waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've done the last interview for Slb VT a month ago, by the way. now i, with other 4 students from HME, still in the waiting for the final announcement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i failed in SingTel scholarship selection, hopefully for this one i'll succeed! amiin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets pray for the best! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5392490947540226513?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5392490947540226513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5392490947540226513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5392490947540226513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5392490947540226513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/05/gagantungtung.html' title='gagantungtung'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3555631860190848568</id><published>2011-05-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:25:38.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>being fierce</title><content type='html'>today a friend of mine criticized me for being somehow fierce to other people. it's not the first time i got the word, well actually it's been too many times. but, i used to ignore it.... until tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't mean to look heartless, i swear.  those bitchy responses i sometimes said were meant to be jokes, or hidden hints when i feel like walking out from the conversation. the thing is, i dont like cheap talks, i prefer a straight-forward conversation, and i loath orang bacot. then as the time goes by ~ the habit had grown on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it turned out that cheap talks are necessary. with cheap talks you could steal somebody's heart first before you got his mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am apologizing for any of you who has experienced being the innocent victim of my heartless talks. but well, for some of you who deserved it, i said congratulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets put the smile on my face, and greet the new days! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.B. : seriously, this habit was even more frustrating when i kept on pushing away some guys. aaaaaaa #edisigalau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3555631860190848568?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3555631860190848568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3555631860190848568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3555631860190848568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3555631860190848568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-fierce.html' title='being fierce'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-967436912763086615</id><published>2011-05-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:33:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettiest Friend</title><content type='html'>its the title from the song. check this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=sPwpUpKoZTQ"&gt;Jason Mraz' piece&lt;/a&gt; out. cute, lovely, and funny :"&amp;gt;&lt;div&gt;i got it from his &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, its cool, its black, its Jason Mraz, and i had it linked on my blogroll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-967436912763086615?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/967436912763086615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=967436912763086615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/967436912763086615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31oe5vPpbUo/TcftPifSggI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sXzgzqQWRZQ/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604709112497734146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oostende's seafood style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVcQkHxqmP0/TcftQOjLRRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/exvPN5-rl1w/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYuZWE93SeY/TcftP4cR1qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/geJC-rDVwrg/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYuZWE93SeY/TcftP4cR1qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/geJC-rDVwrg/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604709118390687394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meir street waffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;curcol dikit : aaaaaaaa missed the deadline for TEIMUN registration -____-" lupa banget lupa banget hadeeeeh it means i just missed a chance for going to Den Haag (and playing around the neighborhood). this habit keeps haunting, and i am getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;please somebody (tante una, om madzli, tante mahmuda, whoever) send us some Leonidas (again). or Godivas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anyway this picture is cute :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31oe5vPpbUo/TcftPifSggI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sXzgzqQWRZQ/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVcQkHxqmP0/TcftQOjLRRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/exvPN5-rl1w/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVcQkHxqmP0/TcftQOjLRRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/exvPN5-rl1w/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604709124325197074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and Tika @ Brussels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYuZWE93SeY/TcftP4cR1qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/geJC-rDVwrg/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG" onblur="try 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title='oiaweuhfioha'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31oe5vPpbUo/TcftPifSggI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sXzgzqQWRZQ/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5464901280359404828</id><published>2011-04-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:56:07.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><title type='text'>Berpendapat di Publik : Demonstrasi vs Tulisan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ketika pertama kali menjejakkan kaki di kampus, saya dan teman-teman disambut dengan kegiatan orientasi yang menanamkan idealisme seorang &lt;a href="http://adf.ly/386541/mahasiswastan.com/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt;. Tentang posisi, potensi, dan peran &lt;a href="http://adf.ly/386541/mahasiswastan.com/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt;, tentang nilai-nilai kebangsaan dari seorang &lt;a href="http://adf.ly/386541/mahasiswastan.com/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://adf.ly/386541/mahasiswastan.com/"&gt;Mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; merupakan agent of change. &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;Mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; merupakan perantara antara masyarakat dan pemerintah. Nilai-nilai ini terus ditanamkan hingga kini, dimana kaderisasi bagi seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; tidak pernah berhenti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dengan peran yang dibebankan pada &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; ini, wajar saja &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; dianggap oleh sebagian kaum awam sebagai tukang protes. Namun untuk sebagian kaum awam lainnya, bisa juga dianggap sebagai kaum yang kritis dan idealis. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jujur saja, saya belum pernah mengikuti kajian-kajian yang mengkritisi politik di negeri ini di kampus saya. Dengan melihat atau membaca berita, tentu saya ikut gerah dengan hal-hal yang menurut saya harus diperbaiki dalam sistem kenegaraan Indonesia. Tapi ada yang membuat saya lebih gerah lagi :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;Mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; berdemonstrasi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi apakah saya berpikiran bahwa demonstrasi itu merupakan hal yang buruk? Tidak sama sekali. Demonstrasi merupakan salah satu cara dalam berpendapat di publik, bahkan siswa SMP sudah diajarkan tentang hal ini. Namun selama ini etika dan tata cara demonstrasi sering sekali tidak dilaksanakan sebagaimana seharusnya. Disamping itu, masyarakat non-&lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; mungkin melihat demonstrasi ini hanya sebagai aksi protes dari &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; seperti yang saya sebutkan sebelumnya. Ya, dari sudut pandang masyarakat, belum tentu mereka menangkap keidealisan dari seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; melalui demonstrasi ini. Belum lagi masyarakat kebanyakan melihat aksi-aksi ini melalui dramatisasi media yang kadang agak berlebihan. Dan terutama di Jakarta yang semakin padat dan macet, demonstrasi juga sangat mengganggu kegiatan lalu lintas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sisi negatif demonstrasi inilah yang sebaiknya dihindari dalam berpendapat di publik. Mungkin selama ini demonstrasi dianggap sebagai suatu kegiatan yang paling vokal dalam berpendapat. Namun dengan dampak-dampak negatif yang dapat terjadi, akan lebih baik jika masyarakat khususnya &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; menggunakan alternatif lain dalam berpendapat di publik. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;Mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; menulis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coba dibandingkan antara kata menulis dan berdemonstrasi. Bahkan dari kedua kata tersebut, jelas sekali yang mana yang lebih intelek dan berisi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Media cetak seperti koran dan majalah selalu memiliki kolom sejenis surat pembaca dan juga opini, bukan? Namun &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; sebagai kaum intelektual dan perantara antara masyarakat dan pemerintah masih kurang memaksimalkan kesempatan yang diberikan oleh media cetak tersebut. Surat pembaca lebih sering dimanfaatkan oleh pembaca setia media cetak yang bersangkutan, sedangkan opini lebih sering dimanfaatkan oleh pengamat-pengamat publik. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alangkah baiknya &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; yang mengaku berperan sebagai agent of change dapat mencurahkan dan memamerkan idealisme sekaligus intelektualitas mereka melalui menulis, terutama di media massa. Apakah dengan tulisan &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; dianggap lebih&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;melankolis&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; Tentu tidak. Melalui tulisan, &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa &lt;/a&gt;dapat lebih merebut hati masyarakat, khususnya yang gemar membaca media cetak. Idealisme seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; juga akan lebih dihormati. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Banyak yang berpendapat bahwa hanya ketika kita menjadi &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; lah kita dapat menjunjung tinggi idealisme yang tertanam. Setelah memasuki dunia kerja, kebanyakan idealisme ini luntur dan terabaikan. Maka dari itu, alangkah baiknya jika kita sebagai &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; memaksimalkan tahun-tahun kita sebagai &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; ini, bukan? Kapan lagi bisa mengkritisi dunia politik dengan semangat sebagai seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt;? Kapan lagi bisa memiliki titel sebagai agent of change? Setelah ada tambahan S.T., atau S.Sc., atau S lainnya di belakang nama kita, sepertinya keluarga dan pekerjaan akan lebih mendominasi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Masyarakat menunggu perubahan di negeri ini. Mari tuliskan ide-ide seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; yang dapat merebut dan menggerakkan hati masyarakat. Di zaman ketika internet hampir tidak terbatas, koran masih tetap diminati masyarakat pada umumnya. Kemampuan seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa &lt;/a&gt;untuk menulis opini di koran pun menurut saya tidak perlu diragukan. Dengan kajian-kajian yang merupakan budaya &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt; di kampus, seorang &lt;a href="http://mahasiswastan.com/wp/"&gt;mahasiswa&lt;/a&gt;, terutama aktivis kampus, pastinya memiliki kapabilitas untuk menghasilkan tulisan-tulisan yang patut diacungi jempol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dan percaya atau tidak, jika nama kita terpampang di koran di bawah salah satu tulisan opini yang kita ciptakan, kebanggaannya bisa membuat kita memotong tulisan kita di koran tersebut dan menempelkannya di dinding &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;lho&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5464901280359404828?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5464901280359404828/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2303879867129134869</id><published>2011-04-10T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T06:14:25.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlumberger</title><content type='html'>just had my first selection process for a company whose salary is more than ump-teen millions for a fresh graduate :D two days ago!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a week before the test :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a friend : sun Schlumberger is recruiting 4th semester students for Vacation Trainee!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me : you know i had no intentions in becoming a field worker -____-" i'm expecting an office job in a real telecommunication company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a friend : well yes....... but this is only a VT, for a month! how else you would get such an experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me : hmm.... iya juga. must be very interesting, spending the upcoming holiday with something like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me : hmmm.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me : woy gue baru inget itu IP mesti 3.5 coy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a friend : ya sih, hahahahaha~ (tengil)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 days before the test :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a post in milis hme said the GPA qualification for electrical students lowered to 3.2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the same friend : sun daftaarrrrr buruuuuuuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me : ok i'll try :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 day before the test :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a text message and an email confirming Nisa Sabrina Mulya, Teknik Telekomunikasi could join the selection for Schlumberger Vacation Trainee 2011. alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, April 8th 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st session : Schlumberger presentation. very much affecting whats on my head now about a field job, how i realized that its time to take things seriously, and started thinking about the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd session : 3-minutes-Q&amp;amp;A. individual (very) short interview process. my answer was nice at first, then i began to ramble as mrs. interviewer looked at me like she would cut my speech anytime. the end was worse than the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alhamdulillah i passed the 2nd :)) it really meant more bcs they cut the applicants from 200 into 80-something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd session : written test. love the physics power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alhamdulillah i passed the 3rd :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th session : group dynamics. met some new friends with different majors. the activity reminded me of SingTel scolarship assessment day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the 3rd alhamdulillah i also passed the 4th and could continue to the interview :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, reminding myself about the reason i wasn't interested applying for this VT at first....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i. want. to. work. in. a. real. telecommunication. company. with. no. field. job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well since the interview hasn't begun, i really don't want to think about that vision. i know what's best for me will eventually come to me, and what's not will eventually stay unreachable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't got the interview schedule. tell you later ya! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2303879867129134869?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2303879867129134869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2303879867129134869' title='0 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type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>somehow one inspiring person that come through your life could make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one! one. big. fat. inspiration. it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this person unintentionally encouraged me to attempt 5 registrations for 5 different things within this upcoming month. what registrations? insya Allah i'll post them later on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find one yourself! look around...... don't be surprised when you find the person is exactly around you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4225334267721806041?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4225334267721806041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4225334267721806041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4225334267721806041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4225334267721806041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-586147806386822242</id><published>2011-03-21T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:13:56.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shone</title><content type='html'>i'm sure most of teenage girls out there have already watched this Thai movie, Crazy Little Thing Called Love. i bet you happened to fall heels over head for Shone, played by Mario Maurer. well for those who haven't, i'm warning you not to watch it with your boyfriend, or any boy. you might just annoy him for praising Shone  a little too much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i praised the director and the scriptwriter for creating a role that perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just one thing i dislike from Shone, tho. i found his cowardice and melancholy somehow tainted his perfectiont. seriously, how could he be that coward for not making any move on a girl he liked while he knew that she likes him back all along??? and instead his bestfriend beat him to do it, lame  -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, Shone character and Mario Maurer is a perfection. slanted-eyes, nice eyebrow, football, and artist. hail this movie and its leading actor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-586147806386822242?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/586147806386822242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=586147806386822242' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>how to say NO and feel less guilty afterwards?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at one of applications i took on facebook, find out the percentage of my conflict-seeking personality. i know conflict is not a good thing. but conflict does exist. it helped people to know their mistake so they could fix it and not doing the same thing again. but when you avoid it too little too much, trust me, it's a loss. poor one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway this is the steps i usually took for the question :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, i can't say no so i said yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second, i agreed to (for example) go to some place and finally went there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third, i got there with this annoying face i often put when i'm silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then maybe people around me were even more mad at me for the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then what did i get? bad mood, guilt, and the lump in the throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am apologizing now. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an honest advice, don't forget about priority. wajib is always more important than sunnah, people. so say no no no no no. if you got the same problem with me, let's practice. No. No. No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3629867369701566982?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3629867369701566982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3629867369701566982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3629867369701566982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3629867369701566982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-no.html' title='no no'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8687761952619830789</id><published>2011-02-24T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:00:48.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>being in a community, socializing with people around, contribute in a social activity could bring you the best of things. network means a lot more than just acquaintance or colleague. just from a good relationship with others, a person could go from a small town to capital city then now has experienced as a CEO of a multi-national company.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lighten up your face, keep a little smile playing on your lips, these simple act could give you your own comfort. people would be certainly glad to smile back. just like when you say 'assalamualaikum', people would say 'waalaikumsalam'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't, ever, show your anger more than you should. don't judge a person in public when you don't know the reason behind his acts, don't confront a person for your personal reason in public, don't ever  humiliate people in public. people make mistakes and they're not your responsibilities to punish. let others do their job properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is why i sometimes prefer to not listening to what medias said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8687761952619830789?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8687761952619830789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8687761952619830789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8687761952619830789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8687761952619830789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/give-and-take.html' title=':D &gt;:('/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3578775841024700989</id><published>2011-02-21T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:43:56.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pORKjaDkd80/TWL1kzf4lhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/buPW3I9xT3w/s1600/IMG_5232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pORKjaDkd80/TWL1kzf4lhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/buPW3I9xT3w/s320/IMG_5232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576289301286131218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in two years i'll get another shirt with same words but different year, amin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3578775841024700989?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3578775841024700989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3578775841024700989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3578775841024700989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3578775841024700989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-two-years-ill-get-another-shirt-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pORKjaDkd80/TWL1kzf4lhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/buPW3I9xT3w/s72-c/IMG_5232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4869098915885740441</id><published>2011-02-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:15:11.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me against the music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes set to kill'/><title type='text'>1 juli 2011..</title><content type='html'>Eyes Set To Kill gonna be in town, people!!!!!!!! Bandung then Jakartaaaa!!!! Woohoooooo i might jump on the bed til i hit the ceiling right now ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this&lt;a href="http://www.lianmipro.com/"&gt; cool promotor&lt;/a&gt; out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just found out Asking Alexandria will come, too. a few months before ESTK. only for 200k, pre sale price. cool, but no thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please make it under 300, Mr. Promotor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hush, don't speak a word, about the dream that i live for&lt;/span&gt;.. (Reach, first ESTK's song i knew from its video on YouTube)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4869098915885740441?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4869098915885740441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4869098915885740441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4869098915885740441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4869098915885740441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-juli-2011.html' title='1 juli 2011..'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1160492944709782474</id><published>2011-02-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:45:03.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obstacles</title><content type='html'>don't expect life to be a smooth journey til the end, fellas. conflicts here and there are waiting to face you. what's there to do? well, face it, work it out, apology if necessary, leave it behind, be grateful for a while, then face another one - and the cycle went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even friendship has its obstacles. you know, boredom, misunderstandings, secret alliance between a group of friends, silence war, blah blah blah. but don't worry, true friendship does last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice words from a friend of mine, #CalonKahim dan #CalonKaptenFutsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalo lagi sebel sama temen, jauhin diri sendiri dulu aja. gausah bete betean di depan temen sendiri, malah bikin suasana jadi ga enak. tenangin diri, cari lingkungan lain buat beberapa waktu. terus sebelnya ilang, dan... pasti jadinya kangen sama si temen, trus balik deh main bareng lagi dan 'waa waaa' lagi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;haha i'm 100% percent agreeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another important thing in a friendship : don't talk about a friend's mistake or foolishness behind his back. when you feel something about your friend was wrong, talk to him right away. your friendship would be so much more meaningful, less secretive, and less misunderstanding would happen afterwards :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's something i haven't done. let's change it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1160492944709782474?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1160492944709782474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1160492944709782474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1160492944709782474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1160492944709782474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/obstacles.html' title='obstacles'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2592749779228902220</id><published>2011-02-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:41:51.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>new title and new people</title><content type='html'>lebih mudah untuk mengejar suatu titel daripada mempertahankan titel tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new title to uphold, new people to be struggling with, two years to prepare. we can do it, and we WILL do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2592749779228902220?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2592749779228902220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2592749779228902220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2592749779228902220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2592749779228902220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-title-and-new-people.html' title='new title and new people'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8677087039168769622</id><published>2011-02-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:54:22.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>Someday, Somehow, Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is only an honest opinion, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no offense&lt;/span&gt;, peace, love, and gaol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasus gayus beserta kepala dan ekornya akan terselesaikan, penanggulangan bencana akan membaik, media akan lebih manusiawi dan kurang mengada-ada, ketua PSSI akan diganti, Julia Perez dan Dewi Persik akan berhenti mencari sensasi, masyarakat hukum akan sadar bahwa Ariel Peterpan dihukum lebih dari yang seharusnya, pengguna BlackBerry tidak akan mengecam pak menteri atas usahanya dalam menegakkan hukum anti pornografi yang tidak dihormati oleh pihak luar, keputusan untuk meniadakan USM ITB akan menghasilkan sistem pendidikan yang lebih baik, politik di kampus saya tidak perlu terbagi menjadi dua poros, dan bahkan tidak perlu adanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black campaign&lt;/span&gt; dalam pemilihan ketua himpunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyarakat akan berpikir secara visioner, berbicara sesuai porsi masing-masing dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanpa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bacot&lt;/span&gt;, serta bertindak dengan tanggung jawab. memperbanyak introspeksi, dan mengurangi spekulasi tanpa dasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will bring the light, lead the way, and create a whole new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8677087039168769622?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8677087039168769622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8677087039168769622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8677087039168769622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8677087039168769622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/someday-somehow-someone.html' title='Someday, Somehow, Someone'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6079591152931995583</id><published>2011-02-03T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:53:41.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>selamat ayah dan ibu</title><content type='html'>selamat untuk ayah dan ibu, juga tante rita, untuk opening bengkelnya hari ini :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semoga semua usaha yang akan dijalankan berbuah halal, diberkahi dan dirahmati Allah SWT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alhamdulillah ibu insya Allah beneran jadi turun dari Shafira dong 2 tahun lagi :)) ga perlu bolak balik bandung lagi, bisa lebih banyak istirahat di rumah dan main sama ata :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, the greatest businesswoman in the world ---&gt; IBU :)))) (soalnya ayah kerja bumn, belum teruji kebisnisannya hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(maaf kebanyakan emot ":)" hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6079591152931995583?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6079591152931995583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6079591152931995583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6079591152931995583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6079591152931995583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/selamat-ayah-dan-ibu.html' title='selamat ayah dan ibu'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-843062598991291407</id><published>2011-02-02T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:11:37.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international issues'/><title type='text'>Egyptian Revolution</title><content type='html'>news spread about revolution in Egypt. i saw pictures on the paper, watching the news on TV, and thinking. the picture on the Kompas headline was - masya Allah - there are millions of people insisting Husni Mubarok to end his 3-decades-regime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's Going On In Egypt? (taken from &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/28/whats-going-on-in-egypt_n_815734.html"&gt;huffingtonpost&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;After days of protest, Egypt's civil unrest came to a head today, with protestors defying curfews as the nation's military entered the streets. If you're new to the story, here's what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Protests started on Tuesday, January 25, when -- inspired by the successful revolution in Tunisia -- thousands of people began taking to the streets to protest poverty, rampant unemployment, government corruption and autocratic governance of President Hosni Mubarak, who has ruled the country for thirty years. These were the first protests on such a large scale to be seen in Egypt since the 1970s. The government responded by blocking Twitter, which was being used by organizers to coordinate protests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blocking Twitter not only enraged Egyptian citizens; it also brought increased national attention to the uprising. Over the course of the next two days, Egypt proceeded to block Facebook while the much-hated riot police took to the streets, arresting and injuring hundreds with batons, tear gas water cannons. Protests occurred not only in Cairo, the capital, but also in Alexandria and Suez, two other major cities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday as the protests continued to rage throughout the country, Nobel Laureate and former head of the International Atomic Energy Agency Mohamed ElBaradei (ehl-BEHR'-uh-day), returned to Egypt from Vienna, declaring that he was ready to lead the protests. Often thought of as a potential Egyptian leader should Mubarak lose power, ElBaradei is a strong opposition force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, the Muslim Brotherhood, long a fierce opponent of the Mubarak regime and officially banned in Egypt, threw their weight behind the protestors, many of whom are young, tech-savvy Egyptians, reports the New York Times. Two-thirds of Egypt's population has never known a leader other than Mubarak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The largest protests were planned for Friday, at which point the government took the unprecedented step of blocking all Internet services in the country. With Twitter and Facebook already down, email other social networking outlets fell as well. Text messaging was also blocked. Protestors and journalists began finding alternate means of getting online and pushing out information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day, the military was called in to take over security, a move that was welcomed by the protestors. Most Egyptians are reported to hold the armed services in higher regard than the police. The U.S announced that due to the ongoing protests, the Obama administration would be reviewing the substantial aid, both military and non-military, provided to Egypt. (Egypt is the second-largest recipient of U.S. aid -- most of it military -- right behind Israel.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long silence, President Hosni Mubarak appeared on state television to announce that while he would be dismissing the government, he would not resign. Protestors continued to chant "Down, down with Mubarak" after his announcement. Shortly afterwards President Obama made a televised appearance to say that he had spoken with the Egyptian president on the phone, and had urged him to take "concrete steps" towards reform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of Friday night, the streets were reported to be more quiet as Egypt waited for Saturday's announcement of a new government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, how was Indonesia's 1998 compared to Egyptian Revolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would i do, if i were already a college student back then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just 6, knowing nothing, and playing everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would i go down to the streets, being a part of reformation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for almost 18 years, i've been very conflict-avoiding. even when a friend confronted me in a social network over a guy issue, i chose to immediately forgive her, despite the fact that many friends insisted that i'm not the one who should wave the white flag first. (haha curhat). well, now i felt like the least person to ever care about my campus issues. why is that? males aja. males banget. Olimpiade ITB 2011, this is the last time i took a part in a KM committee. ckckckck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not good, people. don't try this at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-843062598991291407?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/843062598991291407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=843062598991291407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/843062598991291407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/843062598991291407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/egyptian-revolution.html' title='Egyptian Revolution'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3014635032793812503</id><published>2011-02-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:35:12.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islamic values'/><title type='text'>analogi katak</title><content type='html'>sahabat seiman, semoga Allah SWT menjadikan kita sebagai hamba yang mampu berkhusnudzon setiap saat. kepada diri kita, kepada apa yang diamanahkan kepada kita, dan tentu saja kepada Allah SWT yang Maha Tahu yang terbaik bagi kita, hamba-Nya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sahabat, pagi ini, saya teringat analogi katak yang pada akhirnya harus menghabiskan sisa umurnya di sebuah lubang, tempat ia terjebak. padahal, harusnya tidak seperti itu. harusnya, ia sekali lagi melompat berusaha keluar dari lubang itu. harusnya, kegagalan di lompatan-lompatan sebelumnya tidak membuatnya berhenti. karena ranting yang menutup lubang itu nyatanya sudah tidak ada lagi. Allah SWT menghembuskan angin untuk kemudian menyapu ranting yang menutupi lubang itu, lubang dimana si katak terjebak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sahabat sekalian.. tentu kita bukan seekor katak. apalagi katak yang berputus asa untuk mendapatkan kembali hidupnya. kita adalah manusia, kita ditakdirkan, dipercaya, dan diberi kemampuan oleh Allah SWT untuk bisa keluar dari setiap permasalahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sahabat, kesibukan sehari-hari dengan berbagai problemnya, memang, terkadang, hampir saja membuat kita menyerah. tapi tidak, tidak bagi kita seorang muslim. keyakinan yang kuat bahwa Allah SWT tidak pernah menyia-nyiakan setiap keringat yang menetes, bahwa apapun yang dibebankan Allah SWT tidak akan pernah melebihi kesanggupan kita, pada akhirnya menumbuhkan semangat baru untuk kembali melantangkan pekik perjuangan kita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wahai dunia, inilah aku, kau tidak akan mampu mengalahkan aku!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selamat bekerja, selamat berjuang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(disarikan dari QS. Al-Baqarah : 286 dan At-Thalaq : 7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a morning tausiyah sent by Ibu via bbm a week ago :) this little message made my day, thanks bu :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3014635032793812503?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3014635032793812503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3014635032793812503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3014635032793812503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3014635032793812503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/02/analogi-katak.html' title='analogi katak'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8581075597355651128</id><published>2011-01-24T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:53:21.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telecommunication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><title type='text'>2 predictions</title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="www.telecomasia.net"&gt;telecomasia.net&lt;/a&gt;, an article tagged 2011 predictions, titled "2011 : what won't happen"&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BlackBerry will NOT be eclipsed by enterprise iPhones"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Electric cars will remain a novelty in 2011"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just found these 2 interesting. well, it's their predictions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8581075597355651128?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8581075597355651128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8581075597355651128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8581075597355651128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8581075597355651128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-predictions.html' title='2 predictions'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-839500209549414973</id><published>2011-01-12T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:03:21.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>Random List</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. ingin merealisasikan rencana sks &gt;20 tiap semester. dan buat semester 4 ini agak bingung. ada 16 sks matkul wajib. matkul pilihan yg sudah pasti diambil kesling 3 sks. total sementara 19 sks. mau ngambil manajemen sesuatu tapi bingung banget belum ngerti apa apa tentang ngambil ngambil ginian. enaknya milih manajemen yang kayak apa yaa? &lt;div&gt;some friends told me to just slow down a bit, take only 19 for the upcoming term. "ada elka, ada medan, susah bangeet, ngabisin waktu yg lumayan lho" "kalo mau mempertahankan IP, ambil 19 aja".&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, this is what my father said "kalo IP kamu cukup, kenapa harus ngambil sks sedikit? ambil 22 aja. 24 sekalian kalo bisa. ayah aja dulu pernah ngambil 24. ga boleh 19. ambil lebih" anyway he has said the same thing 6 months ago. he's a little upset for the fact that i took 21 sks for the 3rd term. he expected 22 or more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erghhhhhh, helep T_T&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. masih, dan mungkin akan tetap dalam kondisi yang sama untuk beberapa waktu ke depan, digantungkan oleh SingTel. belum tau lolos seleksi atau nggak. no informations, no notifications whatsoever. 6 SingTel scolarships for 6 students from ITB will be released THIS month, January 2011, amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. deg deg serrrr HME rada gak hoki melihat lawan-lawan yang harus dikalahkan di beberapa cabang yang sebenarnya diharapkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. mencari orang yang punya dvd My Girl yg dibintangi Lee Dong-Wook semenjak sebelum liburan, sampe sekarang belum ditemukan. sudah mampir ke dua tempat jualan DVD, juga tidak ditemukan. help me once again, oops, i mean helep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. belum kelar melancarkan kemampuan menyetir mobil. harus terpotong sejak senin kemarin karena harus kembali ke bandung. haduuuu padahal sudah lumayan, sudah memasuki tol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;beberapa jam yang lalu ngobrol dengan dhany. perbincangan yang menghasilkan kemupengan untuk pergi ke England yang semakin tinggi. ke London. Manchester jangan lupa. hanya untuk Old Trafford-nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 things i have in my mind, tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current mood : a bit higher than average. looking forward to tomorrow, and the day after :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-839500209549414973?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/839500209549414973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=839500209549414973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/839500209549414973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/839500209549414973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-list.html' title='Random List'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2130480322260285994</id><published>2011-01-12T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:13:23.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the college up and down'/><title type='text'>#ITBbreakingnews</title><content type='html'>my college now accepting new students through SNMPTN only. uber cool! (or not)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heard its done based on petunjuk mendiknas no 34/2010 that said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;status BHP (Badan Hukum Pendidikan) ditiadakan dan ITB kembali menjadi sekadar PTN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more USM! whoa, one big decision coming from those men in the ministry :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own opinion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i came to ITB through USM 1 2009. my parents were that enthusiastic to get me a degree as fast as possible -_-". alhamdulillah we got it :) (i got the faculty, my parents got the pride and excitement knowing they got their first daughter becoming an engineer in 4 years :D ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know USM were made for the middle-up(s), especially USM 1. i know some friends who also came from USM, and others who came from SNMPTN. before PROKM, before my college life started, i thought that people who came from SNMPTN were absolutely bright. they did real problems in their tests. based on what i did in my USM, SNMPTN problems were far more difficult and complicated. in USM, the most difficult part was the psycho test. it needs your full-energy, concentration, logic, and strong will. the basic math and english test were definitely not that difficult. after the test some friends of mine were confidently counting their mistakes in the previous test, and believe me they counted it using their fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, in SNMPTN, they didn't have the same thing. SNMPTN consisted of basic math, bahasa indonesia, english, science (physics, chemistry, biology), etc. those are what high school students were prepared for. those are what i learned in the third year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why i called SNMPTN people bright. through USM, people might be accepted into ITB just because their IQ. while in SNMPTN, people could be accepted because they were hard-workers, even though their IQ was just average. i really respected people doing a hard work. they are the world survivors, the men who will make a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.... how would they manage FSRD and SBM? FSRD needs special test in painting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder what difference would this new system will bring to the almighty college. would it affect the quality of the new students? there were already pro(s) and con(s) about the news.. how would they handle it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another question : would i pass through SNMPTN if this thing happened back then? hehehehe :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2130480322260285994?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2130480322260285994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2130480322260285994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2130480322260285994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2130480322260285994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/itbbreakingnews.html' title='#ITBbreakingnews'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6396350114638891180</id><published>2011-01-04T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:52:48.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men labelled mine'/><title type='text'>Michael Cera</title><content type='html'>i'm in love with Michael Cera all over again, after watching a YouTube video him and Ellen Page playing Anyone Else But You, Juno's closing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crew-cut wavy hair, innocent eyes, awkward gestures, silly acts, weird face, stupid roles, ahahahahahaha he's sooo adoring!!! he looks weird, he's too white for my taste, "cungkring", no obvious muscles, he always took the ugly-role in his movies, he's nothing extraordinary but that's just make him even more adorable :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xB5n2IGFyP8/TKj_Z9cHf1I/AAAAAAAAA38/hqNljdriYFE/s400/dancingelk_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xB5n2IGFyP8/TKj_Z9cHf1I/AAAAAAAAA38/hqNljdriYFE/s400/dancingelk_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and suddenly i realized i didn't fall for guys with exact types. i like orientals, then football players, journalists, artists, and then drummers, and.. Michael Cera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here is the church and here is the steeple,&lt;br /&gt;we're sure are cute for two ugly people,&lt;br /&gt;i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;but you"&lt;br /&gt;(The Moldy Peaches - Anyone Else But You)&lt;br /&gt;(fun fact : this song had been my phone ring tone  since i bought this phone, til now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6396350114638891180?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6396350114638891180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6396350114638891180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6396350114638891180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6396350114638891180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/michael-cera.html' title='Michael Cera'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xB5n2IGFyP8/TKj_Z9cHf1I/AAAAAAAAA38/hqNljdriYFE/s72-c/dancingelk_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8311867150787278175</id><published>2011-01-03T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:14:12.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>real passion</title><content type='html'>i have to start being passionate about my field, which is, telecommunication. quoted from nyokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke sun? oke oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make wrong choices all the time. but i haven't even thought whether i chose a wrong choice or not. i followed my intuitions. i just haven't been serious for the last semester :( aaagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing first, buy the books. no copying, definitely no borrowing (fyi, i didn't have any books from the previous term -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhahahohohahahaha (read : i'm delightedly curious to see my previous term's grades! hex me, rawr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8311867150787278175?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8311867150787278175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8311867150787278175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8311867150787278175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8311867150787278175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/real-passion.html' title='real passion'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5757664349826271690</id><published>2011-01-03T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:58:40.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>another personality test! from http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's pretty much true, hahahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are  friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so  cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk  to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You  don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't  necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many  people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't  interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you  meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job  with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a  regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at  the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give  up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others  see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other  people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good  advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues.  Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a  problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the 2nd part, actually i'm not looking for serious people. i'm serious enough for myself. seriously. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5757664349826271690?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5757664349826271690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5757664349826271690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5757664349826271690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5757664349826271690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2011/01/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8432869703626679856</id><published>2010-12-16T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:40:42.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>New Passion?</title><content type='html'>I feel like learning new foreign language :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm I've been thinking Dutch and   French. Voices from an unknown area of my mind also said Mandarin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But which one is the best to learn for me at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of learning new language was stuck in my head since I came back from Europe. I know English is the most significant, but I already spent most of my age learning it! I already got the theory, I know what I still have to improve about my English. The main thing is all about speaking and conversation. And I certainly don't feel about getting it in a class anymore. Its time for me to begin finding chances to speak English in certain purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm looking for a new thing I could be passionate about. The previous year I still had my passion in Apres and stuffs. But I lost it since about 3 months ago. Himpunan and stuffs began fulfilled my days. I have a passion in this organization stuffs. And actually, its busy enough since I couldn't go back to jakarta for a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I need a new experience, with a different surroundings. New people, new place, new stuffs. For the last 6 months, seems like I went here and there with the same people. TelkomBabes, HME, Apres!, all ITB stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an escape from campus life:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha-ha-ha. That's the actual reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picturing an image of a globalized country. I was picturing me, as a global person. I need new experiences before getting there, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days each week, spare time for a little adventure is one of the thing I could possibly fond of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling about going back to France, Netherlands, China, and the nearby countries was definitely crossed my mind, don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the problem, which one I should choose? Dutch? French? Mandarin? Maybe new suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I still gotta find the place for the language course. Its easy to find English course in Bandung, but not for other languages. Any informations? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8432869703626679856?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8432869703626679856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8432869703626679856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8432869703626679856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8432869703626679856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-passion.html' title='New Passion?'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4025469715536861328</id><published>2010-12-15T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:32:39.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>TelkomBabes proudly presents, a picture of the previous night ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TQmkIhwRXGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tQff6PqxsRw/s1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TQmkIhwRXGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tQff6PqxsRw/s400/lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551148482117590114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4025469715536861328?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4025469715536861328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4025469715536861328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4025469715536861328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4025469715536861328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/12/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TQmkIhwRXGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tQff6PqxsRw/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7381809614533104416</id><published>2010-12-15T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:58:27.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>One Restless Night</title><content type='html'>About my previous post, "The Young Veins - Young Veins (Die Tonight)". I felt being slapped by its first lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is young a word for dumb? A word for fun? We had the time of our life every night. Like its our job to lose our mind. Every night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, 1.30 AM, at KFC Setiabudhi with Ririn Nanda Riri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't start from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished UAS alstruk at around 3 PM. Then I had tubes demonstration, then wasted time at kosan Ririn, waiting for Desi's birthday treat. After Maghrib, Ririn and Nanda picked Andin's car, then 7 of us (Ririn Nanda Nisbel Riri Desi Inka and Me) went straight to Sushi Tei. Nisa already reserved the seats there. After 2 hours of eating sushis brutally, we went to PVJ for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisbel and Desi took off first in between galau songs at inulvista. Hahaha. Aaaand the day changed, its half midnight already when we finished the 2 hours of karaoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should've just rode straight to Dago dan sekitarnya, back to our own places. But no, after we drove Inka to Gunung Batu, the 4 remains wanted some warm drinks in a cold place. So we tried to reach Lembang but failed, we lost the guts after seeing a cemetery..... in the middleof the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeeeeng, just like what happened in Eiffel I'm in Love, we stopped at KFC Setiabudhi. For a warm mocca latte and a piece of super-delecious-cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its 2 AM now, we're still here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit the song really means something. At least for me. I posted the lyrics because I like the irony. And I'm just doing the thing, here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take this a a bad example. I'm not trying to inspire anyone. I'm trying to once again punch my own stomach, or slap my own face. I'm not going anywhere with this kind of behavior. What I get from this :&lt;br /&gt;1. Loss of money&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While actually I have to go back to Jakarta tomorrow morning. As early as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses from the night,&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7381809614533104416?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7381809614533104416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7381809614533104416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7381809614533104416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7381809614533104416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-restless-night.html' title='One Restless Night'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-524712897037087160</id><published>2010-12-07T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:20:33.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics to go'/><title type='text'>The Young Veins - Young Veins (Die Tonight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.opendrive.com/files/listen.php?file_id=8837229_DG3Zr&amp;amp;autoplay=false" height="35" width="370" style="border:0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Is "young" a word for "dumb"?&lt;br /&gt;A word for "fun"?&lt;br /&gt;We have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Every night like it's our job&lt;br /&gt;To lose our minds&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to die tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry or deny&lt;br /&gt;My place in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that you're scared&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But it's here&lt;br /&gt;Is "young" a word for "dumb"?&lt;br /&gt;A word for "fun"?&lt;br /&gt;We have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Every night like it's our job&lt;br /&gt;To lose our minds&lt;br /&gt;Every night is the same&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep without blame&lt;br /&gt;And the shame is enough to separate us&lt;br /&gt;But we can't help ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Were in love&lt;br /&gt;And it really hurts when it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is "young" a word for "dumb"?&lt;br /&gt;A word for "fun"?&lt;br /&gt;We have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Like it's our job to lose our minds&lt;br /&gt;And it's every night&lt;br /&gt;We have the time&lt;br /&gt;Like it's our job&lt;br /&gt;To lose our minds&lt;br /&gt;Every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-524712897037087160?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/524712897037087160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=524712897037087160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/524712897037087160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/524712897037087160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='The Young Veins - Young Veins (Die Tonight)'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5152746753413465006</id><published>2010-12-03T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T06:03:47.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote picks'/><title type='text'>quote part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every nerve ending in my body is &lt;b&gt;electrified&lt;/b&gt; by hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is a fiery pit of hate burning inside me ready to explode"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Blair Waldorf and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Chuck Bass&lt;/span&gt;, Gossip Girl Season 4 Episode 'War of The Roses'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5152746753413465006?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5152746753413465006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5152746753413465006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5152746753413465006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5152746753413465006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote-part-3.html' title='quote part 3'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-9025431726678584971</id><published>2010-11-14T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:35:32.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>talk.... then fake</title><content type='html'>People talk behind and fake in front. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're right. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;Stop whining and arguing, start making a real act. &lt;br /&gt;We sure can work it out and make it all better than they ever did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk Less, Do More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-9025431726678584971?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/9025431726678584971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=9025431726678584971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9025431726678584971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/9025431726678584971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/11/talk-then-fake.html' title='talk.... then fake'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5367638983487597576</id><published>2010-11-06T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T03:51:13.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>my muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my good-luck-charm, the cutest girl on earth :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Zata Amani Mulya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUmWsq5hlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QVBmKUGLXeQ/s1600/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUmWsq5hlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QVBmKUGLXeQ/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536373488311961170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUmW2h2L_I/AAAAAAAAALY/NLpqEsMa7p4/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUmW2h2L_I/AAAAAAAAALY/NLpqEsMa7p4/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536373490958348274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Volendam, Amsterdam, 18 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the reasons why i keep missing home and writing her name everytime - tweets, notes, between SisDig classes - everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tika - Nisa - Zata : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUyiSR3LcI/AAAAAAAAALg/hKKrkGm-208/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUyiSR3LcI/AAAAAAAAALg/hKKrkGm-208/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536386881525591490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Old Town Square, Prague, 21 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5367638983487597576?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5367638983487597576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5367638983487597576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5367638983487597576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5367638983487597576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-muse.html' title='my muse'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TNUmWsq5hlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QVBmKUGLXeQ/s72-c/IMG_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1417783229104415265</id><published>2010-11-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:20:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serbu Rame</title><content type='html'>Say hello to a freezing night at Serbu Rame, Tubagus Ismail, Bandung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisun, Riri, Ratna, Bagus, Dimas, Desi, Biru, and Rakhmat have spent a nice 3 hours here and this thing we're working on might just make us abandon one important thing to do on a night like this, a long and warm sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be doing this. There's a match tomorrow night and I already agreed to come. Well it isn't like I was being forced to do it though. I just want to be in a right condition for the match, that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame the media player for playing just the right songs, Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame THEM and the circumstances THEY made. The Guy Issues haunted me back already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1417783229104415265?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1417783229104415265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1417783229104415265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1417783229104415265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1417783229104415265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/11/serbu-rame.html' title='Serbu Rame'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5354997500687185541</id><published>2010-10-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:09:27.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Mau ngetweet tapi terlalu frontal. &lt;br /&gt;Blog ga keurus dan tertinggal ini jadi tempat nyampah buat yang gak gw tweet aja ya kayanya.  &lt;br /&gt;Kesel!!! Siapa sih lo ga kenal juga gue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5354997500687185541?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5354997500687185541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5354997500687185541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5354997500687185541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5354997500687185541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3979118452764791929</id><published>2010-10-16T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:49:44.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>welcome back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5Bwk6R6I/AAAAAAAAALA/23BetZ3SQ3o/s1600/Photo_00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5Bwk6R6I/AAAAAAAAALA/23BetZ3SQ3o/s400/Photo_00173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528794194933073826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TJOERA - ROBOSOCCER - WISUDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;semangat nisun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5Bwk6R6I/AAAAAAAAALA/23BetZ3SQ3o/s1600/Photo_00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5CI8nDNI/AAAAAAAAALI/iRP5IUjNsFA/s1600/Photo_00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5CI8nDNI/AAAAAAAAALI/iRP5IUjNsFA/s400/Photo_00174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528794201474927826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5CI8nDNI/AAAAAAAAALI/iRP5IUjNsFA/s1600/Photo_00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well that's the doping huekekekekek. dvds, notes, BlackBerry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcoming my BlackBerry from his hiatus. he has suffered from his long coma. in the service center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for his comeback, Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) :D XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3979118452764791929?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3979118452764791929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3979118452764791929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3979118452764791929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3979118452764791929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-back.html' title='welcome back!'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLo5Bwk6R6I/AAAAAAAAALA/23BetZ3SQ3o/s72-c/Photo_00173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-528248884974318864</id><published>2010-10-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T07:14:12.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>escaping reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it would be nice to fly back to Prague, take a long walk from Wenceslas Square to the infamous Charles Bridge, and just stand there watching the breath-taking view.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLhhQ5rxq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m05v9-zig1o/s1600/IMG_2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLhhQ5rxq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m05v9-zig1o/s400/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528275485587516306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escaping reality for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but going with Ayah Ibu and Ata to Padang might be better. i miss disappearing for a while from the city lights. i miss Pariaman, Sicincin, sawah di depan rumah nenek umi, cendolnya pasar pauh kambar. mau ziarah ke kuburan Bak Uwo. i wanna see the new-built houses after the earth-quake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-528248884974318864?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/528248884974318864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=528248884974318864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/528248884974318864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/528248884974318864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/escaping-reality.html' title='escaping reality'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TLhhQ5rxq5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m05v9-zig1o/s72-c/IMG_2068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-960193770917893729</id><published>2010-10-12T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:49:13.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>mau lo apa sih?</title><content type='html'>woi ngapain sih lo masih nempel-nempel temen gue?&lt;div&gt;udah putus dari kapan tau, masih aja sok baik lewat bbm. udah ditanya mau balikan atau gak, jawabnya gak akan selamanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya sekarang temen gue jadian sama orang lain, lo tambah nempel2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cari cewe lain deh! biarin temen gw sama pacarnya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-960193770917893729?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/960193770917893729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=960193770917893729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/960193770917893729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/960193770917893729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/mau-lo-apa-sih.html' title='mau lo apa sih?'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3634597131618750159</id><published>2010-10-08T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:05:27.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>BYE BYE JRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TK-xuaLCQyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9uqFUvo59so/s1600/STRES+JRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TK-xuaLCQyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9uqFUvo59so/s400/STRES+JRL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525830678664594210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blame itb for the exams week and me for my schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smashing pumpkins and datarock already performed yesterday. duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 galauness alert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-UTS Matematika Teknik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Ganesha Robosoccer 2010 DIUNDUR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-TJOERA sessions in 3 full weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(okay, for once these 3 are enough. skip the guy issues)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;N.B : yes, i already bought the saturday-sunday passes since, like, 4 months ago? grrrrawr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3634597131618750159?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3634597131618750159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3634597131618750159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3634597131618750159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3634597131618750159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-bye-jrl.html' title='BYE BYE JRL'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TK-xuaLCQyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9uqFUvo59so/s72-c/STRES+JRL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2106231523199338545</id><published>2010-10-02T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:36:24.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>sorry dear</title><content type='html'>I'M SECONDS AWAY FROM RUNNING TO YOUR PLACE AND SHOUTING BAD THINGS, YOU KNOW?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so stop your nonsense cheap talks, look at yourself, start fixing your image. maybe it's best when you stay with us and away from your BlackBerry (hell i know what you're doing everytime you're not joining the conversation even though you're there, busy enough with those chats on your mobile) because, dear, really, i'm disgusted with people talking about you behind, but the problem is, i don't know if saying bad things about you is actually bad. you seemed to enjoy it anyway. pffff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really sorry for posting this in a blog, rather than talk to you directly. i haven't got the gut to tell you yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2106231523199338545?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2106231523199338545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2106231523199338545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2106231523199338545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2106231523199338545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry-dear.html' title='sorry dear'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1969686618324311538</id><published>2010-09-04T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:32:18.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>bingung</title><content type='html'>2 days left with these responsibilities i'll have to leave to one of my friends. still can't decide one of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaa binguung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1969686618324311538?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1969686618324311538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1969686618324311538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1969686618324311538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1969686618324311538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/09/bingung.html' title='bingung'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4066732541852171895</id><published>2010-08-29T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:48:26.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>:) :D XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoQVSJBfZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q9-hth8HZMc/s1600/antwerp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoQVSJBfZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q9-hth8HZMc/s320/antwerp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510735051874205074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoP7ft29OI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xP6cYWKrS40/s1600/antwerp_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoP7ft29OI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xP6cYWKrS40/s1600/antwerp_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoP7ft29OI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xP6cYWKrS40/s320/antwerp_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510734608841766114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoP7ft29OI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xP6cYWKrS40/s1600/antwerp_1.jpg"&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;) :D XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4066732541852171895?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4066732541852171895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4066732541852171895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4066732541852171895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4066732541852171895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=':) :D XD'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/THoQVSJBfZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q9-hth8HZMc/s72-c/antwerp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8459635805616334661</id><published>2010-08-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:40:34.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>nice old times</title><content type='html'>reminiscing the not-too-old times by reading last year posts.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell, there's a post saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(221, 187, 153); line-height: 18px; "&gt;bye gegerkalong, paris van java and its blitz megaplex (i went there, 3 days in a row)" - dammit, did i really have times for that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(221, 187, 153); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#DDBB99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;quoting one of my seniors here, "sekalinya gue ke pvj cuma pas tpb" - well well well, #DamnItsTrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#DDBB99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#DDBB99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;the coolest mall in Bandung (quote by me) that only takes one angkot ride from my home in Gegerkalong, even nearer than campus, happened to be the one place i just realized i haven't been there since the end of tpb. well, actually since january.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#DDBB99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#DDBB99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;let's see when will i have time going there again, guys. kinda miss the nice old times there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8459635805616334661?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8459635805616334661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8459635805616334661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8459635805616334661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8459635805616334661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/08/nice-old-times.html' title='nice old times'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7477466216766833307</id><published>2010-08-28T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:10:56.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>do not enter</title><content type='html'>slanted-eyes under nicely-shaped-eyebrows.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real stupid ones, nisun. there's a big 'do not enter' sign with an enormous red horizontal line in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice excuses too. you succeed in making it harder to get. wrong, you succeed in not getting any of it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7477466216766833307?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7477466216766833307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7477466216766833307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7477466216766833307'/><link rel='self' 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i was somehow occupied in other things, early departing - late arriving - sleeping - and the cycle went again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i made a post in trooper blog last week, it's done for mbc's task actually. this one was made in a hurry, when i couldn't think of more brilliant idea. a spontaneous one, even i was laughing when i read it after wrote it in 15 minutes. maybe from the stress, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Impact, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://trooper09.blogspot.com/2010/08/kostum-hujan-super.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(61, 133, 198); "&gt;kostum hujan super&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 548px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;terinspirasi dari kejadian menyebalkan yang saya alami tadi siang, yaitu kehujanan. menyebalkan sekali, dengan musim hujan dan kemarau yang tidak bisa dibedakan, pulang-pergi kuliah dan berpergian di daerah bandung menggunakan kendaraan umum, kehujanan adalah salah satu hal yang saya rasa sangat mengganggu mobilitas saya. tidak jarang saya mengalami fenomena malas gerak a.k.a mager sehingga membatalkan rencana saya untuk pergi ke kampus hanya karena hujan. dan saya yakin fenomena ini tidak hanya dialami oleh saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedia payung sebelum hujan. tapi ternyata payung tidak menutupi kemungkinan untuk kehujanan. apalagi di saat hujan berangin yang rintik hujannya suka bandel jatohnya miring-miring. payung hanya berguna untuk melindungi bagian kepala dan sekitarnya, karena biasanya baju (apalagi celana) tetap saja basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas hujan. ponco. rebek, ribet, gak praktis, susah dibawa, gak bagus dan gak enak diliat kalo dipake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehingga, menurut saya, dibutuhkan teknologi baru untuk melindungi diri dari hujan yang efektif melindungi seluruh badan, bukan cuma kepala. dan yang diunggulkan dari teknologi baru masa depan ini adalah, jika alat ini dipakai seseorang, harus enak dilihat. bukan seperti ponco yang (menurut saya) membuat pemakainya terlihat seperti boneka penangkal hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kostum hujan super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ide dari kostum hujan ini adalah teknologi serupa jas hujan yang melindungi seluruh tubuh yang dapat melekat di badan secara fleksibel dan dengan otomatis mengikuti bentuk pakaian pemakainya. kenapa disebut kostum hujan super? karena bentuknya menyerupai bentuk kostum superhero seperti power ranger dan ultraman, yang kostumnya otomatis pas di badan pemakainya. bedanya, kostum hujan super ini bukan mengikuti bentuk badan, melainkan bentuk pakaian sang pemakai saat hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun tentunya tidak seperti kostum superhero yang berwarna-warni dan seperti alien, kostum hujan ini..... tidak terlihat! tembus pandang! jadi, jika dilihat orang lain, sang pemakai kostum hujan ini terlihat tidak memakai jas hujan atau pelindung hujan apapun. sehingga sang pemakai tetap terlihat memakai pakaian yang ia pakai, namun tidak ada hujan yang mengenai tubuhnya. seakan-akan sang pemakai kostum hujan super ini menembus hujan. weits. keren kan? keren dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisa sabrina mulya&lt;br /&gt;18109010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 548px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;and that's it, one of the craps i did in my sleepy state. alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6934715462647705962?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6934715462647705962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6934715462647705962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6934715462647705962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6934715462647705962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/08/kostum-hujan-super.html' title='kostum hujan super'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7104020999258441427</id><published>2010-07-05T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:17:23.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>M B C !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TDH2gfYu3iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ifn3Zdm9CUo/s1600/lambang+caHME+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TDH2gfYu3iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ifn3Zdm9CUo/s320/lambang+caHME+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490440458782826018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;design by Muhammad Hasan, EL 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;calon HME 2009, Masa Bina Cinta 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;voila! this is it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELEKTRO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7104020999258441427?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7104020999258441427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7104020999258441427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7104020999258441427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7104020999258441427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/07/calon-hme-2009-masa-bina-cinta-2010.html' title='M B C !'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1653095842734701174</id><published>2010-06-23T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:10:45.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>a temporary getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm posting this one from Novotel Bogor's Mac Web Corner! haha!&lt;/p&gt;yes this is my 2-days-holiday-getaway. this one is special for Tika who's gonna leave for dormitory this Sunday :( and i'm definitely missing some Diklat OSKM 2010 (this one is truly making me feel very guilty) i'm dead serious being a taplok, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you, this 5-stars-hotel is awesome. and the fact that my fam's staying at the suite room makes it even more awesome. this is what i love most --&gt; a bath tub in the terrace!!!!!! super coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you a greater holiday, fellas! smooooch :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1653095842734701174?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1653095842734701174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1653095842734701174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1653095842734701174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TBN-NpyLxcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wxNngJctcu8/s1600/saVETHEVOCALISST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TBN-NpyLxcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wxNngJctcu8/s320/saVETHEVOCALISST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481863944459765186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this letter pictures are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1373869448993071641?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1373869448993071641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1373869448993071641' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8428848677627651915</id><published>2010-06-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T05:31:27.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TBN9m8ltG6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JEB0Nhndax0/s1600/godzillatron-football-sign-generator.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TBN9m8ltG6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JEB0Nhndax0/s320/godzillatron-football-sign-generator.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481863279492799394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea. gorgeous teams rule.&lt;br /&gt;my favorite color rules better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8428848677627651915?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8428848677627651915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8428848677627651915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8428848677627651915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8428848677627651915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html' title='World Cup 2010'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/TBN9m8ltG6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JEB0Nhndax0/s72-c/godzillatron-football-sign-generator.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4249489493752543372</id><published>2010-05-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:12:45.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the college up and down'/><title type='text'>learning anything, anywhere, anytime</title><content type='html'>"learn from anything, anywhere, anytime"&lt;div&gt;a promise i made in the last session of mentoring plo stei 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we finally finished plo stei 2009! as one of the participants who rarely came (well, i happened to contribute more for tpb cup, and it's done for stei too :p) i was really excited to come to this last day of plo. and i'm..... not disappointed. not at all. i really enjoyed the whole day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks lio imuf umi bama idris taufik dimas rbj, kelompok plo gueee :D and also ka aud and ka musofi! to all crew of plo stei 2009, thanks for helping us to be this great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to all members of stei 2009, i love being with you guys. i love that even we'll be divided into hme and hmif, this past year somehow made sure that we'll always work together, that the separation won't change the togetherness we've created til now. from pemilihan ketua angkatan, stei gathering, stei cup, baksos, stei gala dinner, and plo, we could say that we're not a bunch of individual-geniuses. we're genius at academics, i know (:p), but we're also genius at socializing, helping others, community development, etc. great job, mates :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not the end, it's a beginning of a new era. and still, we're satu stei 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome telecommunication engineering and masa bina cinta himpunan mahasiswa elektroteknik, amiiin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you stei guys next year in plo stei 2010! let's make a better stei ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4249489493752543372?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4249489493752543372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4249489493752543372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4249489493752543372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4249489493752543372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/05/learning-anything-anywhere-anytime.html' title='learning anything, anywhere, anytime'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5067160876573354102</id><published>2010-05-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:57:30.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>i'm dead</title><content type='html'>have you done something so wrong that you don't know how to erase your sin and you don't even know how to fix it?&lt;div&gt;once it happened, you stayed still, in a temporary shock, then you tried to get away but the getaway didn't help much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you're too mad and angry with yourself that you couldn't let the emotions out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5067160876573354102?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5067160876573354102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5067160876573354102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5067160876573354102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5067160876573354102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-dead.html' title='i&apos;m dead'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2337149598277461230</id><published>2010-05-19T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:07:38.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>dre</title><content type='html'>i like studying dre waaaay more than studying pti. &lt;div&gt;truth is, my dre score was worse, really worse, than my pti score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my uts 2 dre score was my worst for 17 years i live. there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome uas dre. wish you won't ruin the big effort i made in calculus, chemistry, and physics. blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2337149598277461230?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2337149598277461230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2337149598277461230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2337149598277461230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2337149598277461230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/05/dre.html' title='dre'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8804328351632164707</id><published>2010-05-02T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:13:02.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>Red and Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just feel like posting this for my all-time team. they are The Red Devils. woohoo, go get the title as the winner of this season's premier league!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S90-t7keRYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-842JzZwMIA/s1600/GD7361988@Manchester-United-pla-5230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S90-t7keRYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-842JzZwMIA/s320/GD7361988@Manchester-United-pla-5230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466594481503356290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get the victory and.... Glory Manchester United!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*shit, there's still Cristiano hanging around on the picture. ha, keep being the second best, diver. because in Spain, Barca wins, no matter what B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S907hAhEUKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KnZuMNBMYio/s1600/manchester_united_squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S907hAhEUKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KnZuMNBMYio/s320/manchester_united_squad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466590960958066850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm hmm special words for the guy in the third picture from the top-left : you're too admirable :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as for tonight's match, i'm so 100% team Liverpool. yeah, kick Chelsea down from the top, Reds! here's me wearing a red shirt as a support! haahaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and, team MU as well :D beat Sunderland and keep your score increasing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8804328351632164707?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8804328351632164707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8804328351632164707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8804328351632164707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8804328351632164707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-and-red.html' title='Red and Red'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S90-t7keRYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-842JzZwMIA/s72-c/GD7361988@Manchester-United-pla-5230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7163867018883481954</id><published>2010-04-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:17:31.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>lalalalololo</title><content type='html'>I'm so hoping this current on-off stomachache doesn't mean anything bad :( its not disturbing much, but I wasn't used to this kind of illness. And the headache on sunday that made me sleep aaaalllll day long, that's strange too. I woke up with that untolerable headache, every time I walked the pain grew wooooorse, yeah so that's why I keep laying down and sleep the day just like that. Hu-hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry for bluffing like this. I'm just not in the mood for paying any attention to the chemistry lectures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just sing along &lt;br /&gt;We are the world ~~&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving ~&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;Its true we'll make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalallalolololalalalalalolololo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7163867018883481954?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7163867018883481954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7163867018883481954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7163867018883481954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7163867018883481954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/04/lalalalololo.html' title='lalalalololo'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2993688182666937701</id><published>2010-04-09T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:46:57.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>new things new people</title><content type='html'>if you happened to be a person everybody leans on one time, doesn't mean you could be that kind of person again in another time or place. like when you have this great influence in an organization now, nothing could guarantee that you would have that influence in another surrounding right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flexible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find new experiences anywhere, be open-minded, accept people the way they are, let everything flows and try not to regret anything you've ever done in the past. be flexible, guys. keep the old friends, but find more and more new ones! it's fun! you'll see things differently, from other sides of the world. and that would make you stronger :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaaanywaaaaay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day after tomorrow i'll do something i didn't think i would ever do before. okay this is strange. and so-not-me. it's dancing. okay i did dance back in high school. i did it too in elementary. it's traditionals. and now? i do koreans! (could you wonder me dancing korean and being 'sok-imut' for 3 minutes in front of ps seniors?) good Lord, i didn't know what was on my mind when i decided to come for the first practice. oh wait, i thought it's a must for all ps girls! but jreng jreng, i came and there's only 6 girls. and sret sret, ilham put my name on the list. ngek ngok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wish me luck, i hope this new thing would bring me another nice experience :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go nisun go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2993688182666937701?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2993688182666937701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2993688182666937701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2993688182666937701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2993688182666937701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-things-new-people.html' title='new things new people'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2146714069792072945</id><published>2010-03-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:36:46.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>keeping your words</title><content type='html'>Keeping your decision, keeping your promise, isn't easy to do. &lt;br /&gt;People change. They have their own lives. And me, I have my own.&lt;br /&gt;I have my faith. And I keep my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nisun, just reminding, in the end people get what they desrve. You'll get yours, alright? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Back to the track! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2146714069792072945?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2146714069792072945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2146714069792072945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2146714069792072945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2146714069792072945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/03/keeping-your-words.html' title='keeping your words'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7228766928742420243</id><published>2010-03-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:27:34.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>fight for the relief :)</title><content type='html'>so little time, so many things to do&lt;div&gt;no such things like 'take your time' and 'santai saja kawan'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you got your time, and it's getting near to the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do what you can do, be as useful as you can be for your surroundings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take the chance and make a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live in balance and enjoy every second of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because endings come unexpectedly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fight to make it come when there's nothing left behind except gratitude and relief :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7228766928742420243?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7228766928742420243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7228766928742420243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7228766928742420243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7228766928742420243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/03/fight-for-relief.html' title='fight for the relief :)'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7771544428126047900</id><published>2010-03-17T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:30:36.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>i'm posting this...</title><content type='html'>from class :D haha yeah there's pak janson explaining eclipses lalala and I'm on the back row seats sooo here I am greeting you! Have a nice day fellas :) I'm gonna get back to calculus session :s wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7771544428126047900?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7771544428126047900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7771544428126047900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7771544428126047900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7771544428126047900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-posting-this.html' title='i&apos;m posting this...'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2518913315266955449</id><published>2010-03-16T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:00:10.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>TPB Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>here is my current job,&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S5-MUBAy75I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z40c1smKhRU/s1600-h/logo+tpb+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S5-MUBAy75I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z40c1smKhRU/s320/logo+tpb+cup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449228349638635410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semifinals and finals on upcoming saturday and sunday, 20-21 march, tpb-ers! come come come! on sunday the first male semifinal will begin on 8am! and with these breath-taking (lebay) guest stars : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cream Factory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magnifique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FITB 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MBWG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OSD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;event ended with the winners announcement! and there are mini-games with great prizes between the matches :) bring your people to GSG! support your faculty guuys don't miss it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. being a member of event division makes me forget dre and sas, aaaaagh focus focus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2518913315266955449?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2518913315266955449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2518913315266955449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2518913315266955449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2518913315266955449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/03/tpb-cup-2010.html' title='TPB Cup 2010'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S5-MUBAy75I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z40c1smKhRU/s72-c/logo+tpb+cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4901615503778835793</id><published>2010-03-15T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:49:55.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me against the music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>Chantal Kreviazuk - These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;What's this life anyway? What's it to you and me? What's it to anyone? Who are we supposed to be? Make me a storybook Write me away from here I need a different now  Where we can wear each other for awhile I'll len you my tears if I could borrow a smile I'll get through tomorrow somehow today Happy After...  Once upon these days  There's four roads to anywhere Four ways to everything We were unbreakable We spoke our destiny Let's take a moment out Go were we never go Let's make a new world now  Where we can wear each other for awhile I'll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile We'll get through tomorrow somehow today Happy After...  Once upon these days  Then one day we'll find when we're looking back at this time Wondering how we've come so far from this When we close our eyes  What's this life anyway What's it to you and me What are we doing here Who are we supposed to be I'll take a better world I'll take anything I'll take our little world now  Where we can wear each other for awhile I'll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile We'll get through tomorrow somehow today Happy After...  Once upon these days&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;it's the soundtrack of The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants, people. listening to this song over and over, i feel like making a slideshow of me and my high school friends :") (no, it's not a slideshow. just pictures :p) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58HuZF4wEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nf06HmxErz8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58HuZF4wEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nf06HmxErz8/s200/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082567732543554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the temporary mind-refresher :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G7GwjaEI/AAAAAAAAAII/2NKoOMEpmD0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G7GwjaEI/AAAAAAAAAII/2NKoOMEpmD0/s200/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449081686637897794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G6a55UAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/caIs4mrZAJk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G6a55UAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/caIs4mrZAJk/s200/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449081674865922050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's a senior-year-syndrome. it's about being in the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GNZdb2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DshEyQY-fUk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GNZdb2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/DshEyQY-fUk/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449080901384002530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the unexpected appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G4kPoDWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Hgwa7np6GZs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G4kPoDWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Hgwa7np6GZs/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449081643013246306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;still, the best journalistic organization in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G5-K2kyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9s-0JTDsJ3E/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G5-K2kyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9s-0JTDsJ3E/s200/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449081667152417570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G5BxOAAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/leVpq9fyvJo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58G5BxOAAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/leVpq9fyvJo/s200/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449081650938773506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the best and the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GOnaapFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5f6huSL4s8I/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GOnaapFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5f6huSL4s8I/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449080922309305426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GN1FVqyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l31lev5eAow/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GN1FVqyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l31lev5eAow/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449080908799126306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GMx8XycI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xkRcYhII1Is/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GMx8XycI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xkRcYhII1Is/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449080890776340930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GMx8XycI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xkRcYhII1Is/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside and outside feels similar, while you're with them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58HuzEbqbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4uC708cSk64/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58HuzEbqbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4uC708cSk64/s200/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082574705764786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and there we are with our best teacher, best mother, best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GPaA6jFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/raGfMFgPEis/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58GPaA6jFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/raGfMFgPEis/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449080935892552786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my best girls :) &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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(aaah i was soo thrilled when i found this pict guuys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6ef5e5360bbc147" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6ef5e5360bbc147%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D504FAA669ED2FF3BCBD441590BCCF1D081F21635.10CF4235959963A05E39358F112B3C8E343327ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6ef5e5360bbc147%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-VyLw62lTvriB6qC_wt3uhHX8RM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6ef5e5360bbc147%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D504FAA669ED2FF3BCBD441590BCCF1D081F21635.10CF4235959963A05E39358F112B3C8E343327ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6ef5e5360bbc147%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-VyLw62lTvriB6qC_wt3uhHX8RM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup, that's me singing the song for my 56 girls :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sorry for the bad voice, i'm having a sore throat and runny nose here, and i sang only the first 2 verses ehehe. and no music! hahaha, this is just a spontaneous thing actually, a part of my dorm-sick-syndrome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. i miss my civeramoz girlssss :"(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4901615503778835793?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4901615503778835793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4901615503778835793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4901615503778835793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4901615503778835793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/03/chantal-kreviazuk-these-days.html' title='Chantal Kreviazuk - These Days'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S58HuZF4wEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nf06HmxErz8/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2578710356404946066</id><published>2010-02-27T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:20:26.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>#marchwish</title><content type='html'>1. to pass uts 1, all with straight A.&lt;div&gt;2. to contribute more in Ganesha Music Event 2010 and make it greater than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. saving money for Bibil, Sibon, and Nana's birthdays. aaah money money money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. MU somehow make it to the top, in epl and chamipions league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tika got perfect scores for her UN. then she could enter the best high schools in town :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Tika will change her mind and finally agree to enter a nice boarding school :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. mom finally go to Belgium :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. get TPB Cup 2010 started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. succeed in saving money, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Gossip Girl new episodes aaaaaaaaaak (fainting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2578710356404946066?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2578710356404946066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2578710356404946066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2578710356404946066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2578710356404946066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/02/marchwish.html' title='#marchwish'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3795071156647298619</id><published>2010-02-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:07:41.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>it's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S3eb8I3zECI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D39OXq5InAY/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S3eb8I3zECI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D39OXq5InAY/s400/tears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437986532549136418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to stop looking back and keep reminiscing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to try to answer zillions of 'what if'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to keep on the track&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;because there are choices to make&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you get your chances to make it right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3795071156647298619?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3795071156647298619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3795071156647298619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3795071156647298619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3795071156647298619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-time.html' title='it&apos;s time'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S3eb8I3zECI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D39OXq5InAY/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-325439812004384322</id><published>2010-02-04T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:06:53.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>itbfair 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming up in 3 days ahead! the greatest event of the year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ITB FAIR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2tDyJsFL8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gu_R_X5GIRo/s1600-h/itbfair2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2tDyJsFL8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gu_R_X5GIRo/s400/itbfair2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434511904225963970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i'm awake this early, and thank God i'm awake because just minutes ago the participants from Universitas Negeri Semarang just texted me informing they already arrived in Bandung, and headed straight to ITB without telling me before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wish me luck for LO-ing them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see you at the event :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-325439812004384322?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/325439812004384322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=325439812004384322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/325439812004384322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/325439812004384322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/02/itbfair-2010.html' title='itbfair 2010'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2tDyJsFL8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gu_R_X5GIRo/s72-c/itbfair2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1285562212437645551</id><published>2010-01-31T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:47:15.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me against the music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>the concert and welcome greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i finally decided to watch Saosin Concert at The Venue, Eldorado, Bandung. i actually bought the tickets for me and fykung but she couldn't come because of exams :"( and i almost didn't go. hell, i don't really get Saosin (not like fykung ya, she might know all the songs) and without any female companion i really wouldn't go. but Sibon suddenly wanted to accompany me sooooo we made it finally. using my car putra, dhany, hanif, uqy, sibon and me went to Eldorado which is located not far from Gegerkalong, where i stay right now. we met jonan, dimas, popeng, and popeng's friend there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9h7QmsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dq6uH3iy89U/s1600-h/IMG00830-20100131-1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9h7QmsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dq6uH3iy89U/s320/IMG00830-20100131-1715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903514199202498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9XharKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xQsrk8vbSrA/s1600-h/IMG00832-20100131-1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9XharKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xQsrk8vbSrA/s320/IMG00832-20100131-1716.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903511406455970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9DHzLQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_FbiucIWjHE/s1600-h/IMG00829-20100131-1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9DHzLQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_FbiucIWjHE/s320/IMG00829-20100131-1715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903505930300674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM8kSpatI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AVrOGijcWOo/s1600-h/IMG00825-20100131-1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM8kSpatI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AVrOGijcWOo/s320/IMG00825-20100131-1708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903497654299346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM8UVMGwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t7zKJr_b3Zs/s1600-h/IMG00816-20100131-1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM8UVMGwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t7zKJr_b3Zs/s320/IMG00816-20100131-1635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903493369993986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no accidents happened, the crowd was too nice. no great noises either. i almost felt sorry for the band, hehe. but overall, they're nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except popeng and putra lost their phones. that's too bad. i really feel sorry for them. alhamdulillah my things were safe (since i didn't go to the front and desek-desekan disana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for 2 hours, ump-teen songs played by them. well thank God i knew at least 7 songs. i could sing along (the refrain only) in 5 songs. haha, not bad. i took some pictures for my dearest effika nurningtyas putri and sent them in minutes to her :) next time we'll watch another concert, way greater than this, together kungek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my last post for the month. welcome, february :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1285562212437645551?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1285562212437645551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1285562212437645551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1285562212437645551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1285562212437645551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/concert-and-welcome-greeting.html' title='the concert and welcome greeting'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S2WM9h7QmsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dq6uH3iy89U/s72-c/IMG00830-20100131-1715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5627802521498386446</id><published>2010-01-27T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:26:34.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>bye, grandfather</title><content type='html'>people do die without heart attack or cancer. people do die without pain. death could happen anytime, anywhere, anyhow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because that's what happened to my grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in 5 months my mother lost her fathers. (alright, that's a long story. and no, it's not that my grandmother married 2 men. it's just my mother had 2 fathers. confusing, i know. i'm not telling the whole story, it could take ages). and the last happened when my father wasn't around. i was really sorry for her, i couldn't imagine how she survived after all that happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because bak uwo, the one that died 2 days ago, was a real role-model, not only for his children and grandchildren, but for the citizens in his hometown. until the end of his life, he still was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had been the most independent person i've known. for 80 years of his life, he never had his clothes done by anyone, not even his wife. he alway did his own laundry, and yes, he could do it. he had never been sick. in his last days, the doctor who ran the ct scan said bak uwo was perfectly healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he died, he was only unconscious for 2 hours until his heart stopped beating. that's why my family was all unprepared and this loss caused us so much sadness. shalat jenazah was held in 2 mosques, by the way, people around asked for it. for them, bak uwo was a really great figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my mom said this,"cita-cita bak uwo adalah supaya dia gak ngerepotin anak-anaknya di hari tuanya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bak uwo had his aim done. everything happened really fast. there's no great expenses my family had to pay, nothing. he just went away, smiling in his long-lasting sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5627802521498386446?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5627802521498386446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5627802521498386446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5627802521498386446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5627802521498386446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-grandfather.html' title='bye, grandfather'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7758140996897333069</id><published>2010-01-22T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:37:40.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>To be honest, when i told my best friend i had feelings for you, i didn't say it for real. it's called my temporary desperation. because you seemed right. just right. and that moment i may have been bored with the emptiness, or maybe i just wondered why i didn't feel the spark?  but no, boy, i didn't have it, and i'm not having it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so why now when things change for you i suddenly felt disappointed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7758140996897333069?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7758140996897333069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7758140996897333069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7758140996897333069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7758140996897333069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-2736765355362608295</id><published>2010-01-19T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:24:58.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly values'/><title type='text'>presidium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYAKr9nsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e_JE7Fcto6A/s1600-h/presidium2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYAKr9nsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e_JE7Fcto6A/s320/presidium2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623160733703874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZXihZr_HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YjrgvrJI5pw/s1600-h/presidium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZXihZr_HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YjrgvrJI5pw/s320/presidium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428622651434990706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYwDUKHFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P_OH_bblsGI/s1600-h/w+bday+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYwDUKHFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P_OH_bblsGI/s200/w+bday+girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623983388531794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYvwkceiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V2Ik7OK7zVU/s200/tje.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623978356570658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZZedPnbzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O9X402aPs9o/s200/np.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428624780622786354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZZetpmdVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PSlY5MWMo8E/s200/td.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428624785026741586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZZd4ekbtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uyFs3Xb-Nsk/s200/nm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428624770753392338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYvk_vsaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w18vcm9lQ3g/s200/pak+dhany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623975249850786" style="cursor: 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZaVW-0rUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G6llW48gQNo/s200/npp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428625723834543426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me feat. nuri messya dhany fara putra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-2736765355362608295?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/2736765355362608295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=2736765355362608295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2736765355362608295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/2736765355362608295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/presidium.html' title='presidium'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/S1ZYAKr9nsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e_JE7Fcto6A/s72-c/presidium2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1314271084641767634</id><published>2010-01-19T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:10:15.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>the forgettable and unforgettable</title><content type='html'>that's it, one more proof about me and how i could easily forget important things in bad timing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could you wonder how crazy it could be when you left your purse in a restaurant? yes, that happened to me. just 30 minutes ago, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortunately me and the other members of tim-inti-bekasi a.k.a dewan-presidium-bekasi a.k.a whatever, haven't left the restaurant yet, we still bercanda2x dan goblok-goblokan. that's when the waitress came out to give me my purple purse. all cards, money, bills, even the photos were safely there. owwww thanks waitress :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;astaghfirullahaladzim. wishing that kind of disaster won't happen to me again, amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i really had a great day with my bekasi team. we went to pim (the mall i visited regularly only when i lived in ic, because actually it's really far from my home) having lunch in fish&amp;amp;co. then watching spy next door. we met popeng, lara, and bibil too. and also vallin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after maghrib we went back to kalimalang then had dinner at de koeliner treated by dearest nuri :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks, mates :) lets make a real civeramoz bekasi gathering sometime! including fykung (MUST) devi jonan dimas yara norman (oke kurang realistis sih maaf ya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1314271084641767634?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1314271084641767634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1314271084641767634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1314271084641767634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1314271084641767634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgettable-and-unforgettable.html' title='the forgettable and unforgettable'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7780313511014218064</id><published>2010-01-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:30:19.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>last minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm obviously a last minute person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the simple fact. i got one full month of holiday, and i spent the early holidays doing nothing, at home. except when i went to senayan city before fykung went back to jogja. i didn't even watch any of ugly betty or vampire diaries or anything. (my holiday plan said that i should have finished the 3rd season of ugly betty this holiday )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this last week of my holiday, i got missions left waiting to be accomplished. yes, i've just borrowed ririn's vampire diaries. haha. well, God knows when i would get my next guilt-free holiday like the one i got for this first term of college. so, lets live it :) consider it as a reminder for all of you. cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7780313511014218064?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7780313511014218064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=7780313511014218064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7780313511014218064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/7780313511014218064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-minute.html' title='last minute'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6959458640793712466</id><published>2010-01-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:15:46.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me against the music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>blabla things you blabla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;FIVE things you wish you could say to FIVE different people right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Om Adi : thank youuuuuuuuu for telling my mom about how rafting goes and making her realize it's not that dangerous and any bad things could be handled professionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. Ibu : thanks for letting me go rafting tomorrow :) and sorry i already paid it behind your back :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Pak Dekan Fakultas : sir, would you change my physics lecturer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. Ka Hendra : maaf banget kak saya sangat merasa bersalah karena ga bisa ke kampus anytime buat ngumpul dan segalanya karena saya di jakarta selama liburan. undip lg vakum karena pergantian pengurus jadi saya ga bisa ngasih progress apapun. dan cp unnes mungkin eneg karena saya smsin terus dan beliau ga pernah bales sms saya lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. Effika Nurningtyas Putri : your name is all over my facebook profile, dear. hm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;TEN things about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. oriental (only slanted-eyes and fair skin, alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. music and singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;less conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;6. more guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;7. a listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;8. love to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;9. manchester united greatest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;10. bad guy lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;SEVEN ways to win your heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Islam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. great sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. a leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. survive the difficult path of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. social-minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;6. the chemistry between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ninja motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;FOUR things you see right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Toshiba Portege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. BlackBerry Bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Ata's drawing book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;4. Ata's biking helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;THREE songs that you listen too often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Edwin McCain - I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. Mariah Carey - Through The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. Aerosmith - I Don't Want To Miss A Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;TWO things you want to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. naik haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. accomplish all my tasks in this world and clear all my sins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6959458640793712466?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6959458640793712466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6959458640793712466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6959458640793712466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6959458640793712466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2010/01/blabla-things-you-blabla.html' title='blabla things you blabla'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-916357232025404033</id><published>2009-12-30T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:13:45.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>a little peek from a proposal for Pentas Seni by my sister's school. junior high school. and.... oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her ex-boyfriend, the first one, ever, is the head of osis. head of the heads, yep. yepyep. that's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the other one, okay, not the djorghi's son, no. oh this celeb's son is the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm the other one (again) .... oh he's not that good, i think. besides he's pretty rich and my sister always has pulsa (?). i hate that truth, so he doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her current boyfriend, is a head of bla-bla division of the committee. and that's the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, she is good :) she socializes with those people who have influences in her surroundings. she knows where to stand to be able to rule, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsyk, she always be the one who break things up with her boyfriend. ha-ha, okay she's a little rude, maybe it comes from her bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for relationships, she never wants to do things that cross the line, you know, actually it's my mother's line. my mom is into religious things so she doesn't allow her children to have relationship at our age. and my sister's boyfriends always some guy from her circle in her school, so they always 'pacaran' with their other friends in their circle. she never hangs out to a mall, or a restaurant, just her and her boyfriend, no, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore brave personality she has. i have toughness, not bravery. and our differences are too much, besides that one. well between me, tika, and zata, things are really different. but whatever, i'm still the oldest! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for tika and zata :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-916357232025404033?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/916357232025404033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=916357232025404033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/916357232025404033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jealous = Unduly concerned about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ambrose Bierce; &lt;i&gt;The Devil’s Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-200985870362187964?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/200985870362187964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=200985870362187964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/200985870362187964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/200985870362187964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/jealous.html' title='quotes part 2'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5713132495579182314</id><published>2009-12-22T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:02:15.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going somewhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fietha.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/a-backpacker.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://fietha.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/a-backpacker.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5713132495579182314?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5713132495579182314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5713132495579182314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5713132495579182314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5713132495579182314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-somewhere-regards-sun.html' title='going somewhere?'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-5480367134771874121</id><published>2009-12-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:56:17.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>holiday smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so finally uas pti-a ended all the crazy things in this semester! (oh, the craziest one was actually the pti-a itself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the feeling is overwhelming :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;attending Mustang Super Indo presented by Apres! ITB after i avoided sekre for a while (hehehe, for my grades' sakes. sorry).welcoming fykung and ica who will come tomorrow to Bandung. hanging around with tika who's already here. then.............. back to Jakarta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lots of holiday-activities are waiting! first thing in Jakarta : hanging out with my fabulous geng bekasi, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docwhisperer.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 310px;" src="http://docwhisperer.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docwhisperer.wordpress.com/2007/08/11/positive-psychology-the-science-of-happiness/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;see you at the city guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. actually i still don't know i have to do uas kimia fisika or not. pray for me, pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-5480367134771874121?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/5480367134771874121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=5480367134771874121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5480367134771874121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/5480367134771874121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-smile.html' title='holiday smile'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-4185401206730415360</id><published>2009-12-18T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:35:18.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>love me if you dare</title><content type='html'>i just realized, Marion Cotillard yang gue kira baru gue liat di Public Enemies adalah Sophie-nya Love Me If You Dare.&lt;div&gt;i just remembered how i used to be real crazy about the movie. well the movie itself, was insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just googled the movie again, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelas satu sma, menurut gue Guillaume Canet, si Julien, adalah sangat hot :p (i have a thing for slanted eyes huehehehehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-4185401206730415360?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/4185401206730415360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=4185401206730415360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4185401206730415360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/4185401206730415360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-me-if-you-dare.html' title='love me if you dare'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3499276046821952296</id><published>2009-12-18T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:26:47.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me against the music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100% interest'/><title type='text'>female-fronted</title><content type='html'>currently i'm sooooooo into female-fronted band. i was always prefer female voices for music, because i could sing it better than the male ones (iyalah). besides, emansipasi dong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;automatic loveletter&lt;/b&gt; (juliet simms sings really nice. their Unhearted song couldn't get out of my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/8406163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/8406163.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyes set to kill&lt;/b&gt; (i had been through the phase where i adored alexia and annisa rodriguez so much, i even posted about this band a couple months ago, you could take a look)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/28022629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/28022629.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;kittie&lt;/b&gt; (all-females. perfecto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;evanescence&lt;/b&gt; (amy lee is my favorite singer, since... ever. i love whenever she sings, with evanescence or not. and i'm sorry, about your forbidden 'You' song, i have it. a very nice song, really. right now i'm listening to it :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;flyleaf&lt;/b&gt; (okay, the newest single, Again and Beautiful Bride are good. but.... the Hallelujah line in Beautiful Bride was more than disturbing hahaha. they're christians anyway, and some of their songs are inspired from their faith)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;delain &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;lullacry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;lacuna coil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;within temptation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;meg and dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;b&gt;paramore&lt;/b&gt; (hahah, last but not least banget. okay so maybe i sang more than 5 of their song with Lacrymose, jadi no wonder ya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and etc. there's still much of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crossing the genre, &lt;b&gt;The Like&lt;/b&gt; is also in my current most-played list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/35235381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/35235381.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, have you watched 500 hundred days of summer? i searched the Sugar Town that Zooey Deschanel sang in it. really good to listen too! and seriously, she's absolutely gorgeous in the movie. andam said "yang pas terakhir duduk berdua cowoknya itu sun, hah, udah kayak mau mati sun" (wth yg udah kayak mau mati ndam??). popeng said,"anjrit itu cute banget cewenya. cute abis". kudis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://davidmelkevik.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://davidmelkevik.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 436px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3499276046821952296?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3499276046821952296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3499276046821952296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3499276046821952296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3499276046821952296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/female-fronted.html' title='female-fronted'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-6478748601614322423</id><published>2009-12-17T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:34:02.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>relativity</title><content type='html'>quoted from James Trefil's The Sciences, Chapter 7. Albert Einstein and the Theory of Relativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a frame of reference is the physical surroundings from which you observe and measure the world around you. the universe we live in possesses this general feature - different observers will describe the same event in different terms, depending on their frames of reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then Albert Einstein came to his theories of relativity, which can be stated as follows :&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every observer must experience the same natural laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art-is-fun.com/image-files/how-to-paint-abstract-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art-is-fun.com/image-files/how-to-paint-abstract-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.art-is-fun.com/image-files/how-to-paint-abstract-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.art-is-fun.com/how-to-paint-abstract-art.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people have their own way of seeing, thinking, deciding, and living. aside the various differences, the same thing leads us to reach the ultimate purpose in life : &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-6478748601614322423?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/6478748601614322423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=6478748601614322423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6478748601614322423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/6478748601614322423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/quoted-from-james-trefils-sciences.html' title='relativity'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1353703115613166292</id><published>2009-12-14T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:32:56.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>early warning ya, gue bernostalgia lagi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm remembering my early days at ic. my first arrival was really... stupid. i didn't bring the things needed for mos doooong, haha. accidentally i didn't get the list! and i packed my things as if i was going for a-month-holiday. jsyk, because my acceptance at ic was not really what i wanted, i didn't really care. bahkan ga ada orang yang gue kenal yang gue tau masuk ic juga. oh, putra didn't count ya, because i didn't know him, at all, walaupun sama-sama labs. my bad, gue juga gak nyari orang yang masuk ic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i met my roommates :) so this was my first thought about them. Rina and Sido seemed really..... different? they're from Medan and Sidoarjo! (Sido called the seniors using 'Mbak', kaget banget deh gue). and then i met Nuri and thank God she's Al-Azhar. hahaha. at least we have the same lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first night we all slept in living room gedung J. i began to realize, ga enak banget masuk sekolah tanpa temen!!!!!! when geng kemprat, Nuri Mumut Fara (i even called Yara as Mumut selama mos because Nuri called her that all the time so i thought that's her name hahaha) talked about blablabla i only thought 'damn, gue pengen tidur di kamar di kasur'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i finished mos 2009 without homesick-tears, loh :D padahal mungkin i was the most unprepared and careless student to study and survive at ic hehehe. again, i was just trying to get along with the path drawn by Him. i believed in fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first months at ic, when i was so used to be with Rina, hahaha. same class, and we always sat together! beuh. the second person i-was-so-used-to-be-with was Nuri. the three of us were on the same band. Rina plays drum, Nuri on guitar, and i'm the vocalist. dan kita juga sama-sama Paskibra. ckckck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so now i'm going to write random facts about my time at ic aaah (maaf untuk beberapa pihak yang namanya disebutkan) :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 50% of the girls was getting fatter the first year. first weeks were all about gathering in one room, gossiping, and ngemil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. one time there were 16 girls in my room (trust me, it's only a small room actually) singing and dancing using my speaker until late. sampe ditegur ka nadine. bahkan katanya berisiknya sampe ke rumah guru (tapi dulu gue ga percaya). gawat abis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ica and i found fykung crying for the first time at lab kimia. pas pelajaran lho. dream-team stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. when norman and fykung solved their problem di ps, i was there. fykung asked me to. but then i was left alone aja gitu. they were at sushi tei and me???? lunch alone at food court, kasian amat gue. mana sorenya gue ditinggalin, pulang sendiri coba gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. buka puasa tiga angkatan kelas satu, Rina chose me as her favorite person in visaga :) (anak morgannya langsung berisik gitu, mati gue hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. nothing could compare the stupidity of 'he wants me'.lol. aib gueeeee :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah bingung kan gue mau nulis apa lagi yang seru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last. i'm still confused with fajri transformation. first grade he was mocked, third grade he was a legend (lebay). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4847_1171462850754_1353489932_30453275_6559210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4847_1171462850754_1353489932_30453275_6559210_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;candrika rina yara and me @ pim, first grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking back, some problems left unsolved. could it last unopened? you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1353703115613166292?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1353703115613166292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1353703115613166292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1353703115613166292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1353703115613166292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-3467722042158000302</id><published>2009-12-14T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:07:24.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><title type='text'>about respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;not that i'm so full of myself, just sharing my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't skip any classes this semester. alhamdulillah. i choose to respect the lecturers by attending the classes. i believe in karma. i respect people the same way i want to be respected. although i still didn't get good score after attending all classes, at least i didn't have those guilts. yes, i'm this kind of person who easily feels guilty and blablabla, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from skipping class, let's respect each other ya guys :) there are people who could easily get angry just by some mistaken words. you are not alone right? we live together, we need others' help to survive. so when there's someone trying to warn you, try to listen to him. he cares for you, jsyk. he's trying to help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying to help you, mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-3467722042158000302?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/3467722042158000302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=3467722042158000302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3467722042158000302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/3467722042158000302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/about-respect.html' title='about respect'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1990088595516150114</id><published>2009-12-14T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:06:15.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>cancelled cancelled</title><content type='html'>ibu and ata just cancelled the trip to belgium this winter. tickets and winter equipments all set, but then, their visas were turned down. they've tried the belgium embassy, even the netherland embassy too. all failed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor ata, she's already worn her boots and coat around the house -_- hahahaha. she's been too excited to visit ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you recently have the same problem with visas? because visa for europe is currently really hard to get. hemmmmm. best regards for ayah then, hopefully the four of us will make it up the next summer ya yah :) after tika gets her high school and i get my major! yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my notebook is in some serious error. the webcam couldn't work and i can't communicate with ayah! arrrrrrgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1990088595516150114?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1990088595516150114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1990088595516150114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1990088595516150114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1990088595516150114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancelled-cancelled.html' title='cancelled cancelled'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-1294935424984280901</id><published>2009-12-04T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:17:25.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apres itb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthem of my busy day'/><title type='text'>(excitement + fun) - sleep = exhaustion</title><content type='html'>so this story should be told like, 2 weeks ago actually. about me and one exhausting weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday, 20 nov 09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jvv tahap 2 meeting. the meeting was only about 1 hour. we got tasks to do and the tasks should be submitted the next day, at 5 pm. we also told to bring weird things. one thing capres got in mind : pelantikan. but, kakak-kakak apres didn't tell whether it was really pelantikan or not. and we weren't supposed to ask about that. so, kalo bahasa niken, kita kegeeran. kegeeran in a good way ya. with obvious reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got mad and annoyed and worried at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i already agreed to go to ic, located in serpong at that 'maybe-pelantikan' night. ha. coordinated by uqy, 8 people including me, were the committee for our juniors' usm-itb try out which was held on sunday, 22 nov. and i supported the accommodation. the car, the driver, and the house. the plan said we went to jakarta at saturday night, 8 pm, stayed in my house for the night, and then after subuh we went to ic to prepare everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the 'maybe-pelantikan'.... okay. i cleared things with uqy, changed the whole plan, with annoyance because i didn't know it was really the inauguration or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;capres meeting to discuss the tasks lasted.. i forgot. i excused myself from the meeting at about 10.30 pm. they said it was until about 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday, 21 nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waking up at 5.45 am, i got panic. there's stei fun day at 6.30! the things to bring also made a long list, and i hadn't prepared anything. bbm-ing with nisa, she said,"dateng aja.. seru kayaknya. telat juga gapapa kali, asal dateng. and blabla..". so i showered la-la-la and finally attended stei fun day, with one big backpack full of stei fun day stuffs, AND, 'maybe-pelantikan' stuffs. my shoulder hurtssssssss the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stei fun day went real fun!!!!! well, in beetween i also got worried with capres' tasks, and felt really guilty for not helping them. but i kept asking niken and mega about the tasks progress so i knew how it went. and stei fun day ended with mud-fest, everyone were dirty. ew. it's raining at the end. and, it's already 3.45 pm. i was covered up in mud and raindrops. i got panic, again. masa gue dateng jvv kotor2an???? oya, may i remind you, i lived pretty far from itb, so.. unlike other people i can't just go to kosan and showered and back to campus again in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i decided to oli and babang and nana's kosan (same place). none of the three was there. lucky me i knew nana's roommate, yures, so i told yures i have to shower and sholat and doing things there. dan yures baik banget. she also lent me her towel, sabun, belt, ponco and slayer for bibil.. ow. thanks yures. muah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 5 pm, i went to campus (again). without umbrella. i really didn't care about the rain and the fact that i was shivering in cold. because mampus, gue belom make bowtie dan suspender bikinan! mana ga ngebantu tugas capres! so when i found other capres still preparing at tvst... fiuh. thanks to them who helped me with the suspender and bowtie bikinan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break buat ishoma. i kept contacting uqy and hasna about the plan for the try out. "kalo ini beneran pelantikan ya qy..." uqy muttering over there,"iya qy, gue masih ga tau ini pelantikan apa bukan. oke, kalo pelantikan berarti gue paling cepet selesai jam3 pagi. gue langsung dijemput sopir gue jam sgitu, trus gue jemput lo di kosan borat, jemput hasna, trus kita langsung ke jkt ya qy. oke. maaf banget qy" and blablabla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of the rain, the great exhaustion from stei fun day, and things about the try out, my head was spinning. gue capek dan  pusing banget. still, gak tau bakal dilantik apa gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday, 22 nov 09. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42 capres became apres! including me. finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. happiness-relief-excitement. seneng banget lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa, whoa. try out woy try out. so I and popeng didn't continue the after-party, huhu. my car's already waiting. when i checked my phone, there's a number of messages and missed calls from uqy and hasna and borat. mampusss mampus. pelantikannya mana baru selesai jam setengah 4-an. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but alhamdulillah, thanks to mang wawan, my driver, uqy hasna vallin popeng and I arrived at ic at about 6.30 am. we swept the classes (yes, kita yang nyapuin), prepared the equipments, briefing, and then angkatan nozomika akhirnya berdatangan. gue jadi pengawas buat kelas xii ips 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be honest, i was exhausted like hell. the only thing i wanted to do was sleeping. trying to sleep in front of the class, but i couldn't. sempet keluar-keluar kelas selama ngawas (anak ic gak butuh pengawas ya, &lt;b&gt;we don't cheat&lt;/b&gt;, thanks. lol), tried to sleep in hasna's class, yang akhirnya dapet deh gue tidur setengah jam. ha-ha, not helping banget deh tidur setengah jam. malah bikin tambah pusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weekend ended at 5.30 pm, rangkaian acara try-out selesai, we went back to bandung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stei fun day-pelantikan apres!-try out di ic. gue mau tidur tidur tidur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-1294935424984280901?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/1294935424984280901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=1294935424984280901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1294935424984280901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/1294935424984280901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/excitement-fun-sleep-exhaustion.html' title='(excitement + fun) - sleep = exhaustion'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-8795475495833227573</id><published>2009-12-01T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:20:23.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you realized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UTS 2 PHYSICS IS 2 DAYS MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see you another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-8795475495833227573?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/8795475495833227573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5751990367361912848&amp;postID=8795475495833227573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8795475495833227573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5751990367361912848/posts/default/8795475495833227573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudden-thought.html' title='sudden thought'/><author><name>Nisa Sabrina Mulya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845179706576093054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HvWteW6omk/SkF9rR8YRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdUhwBF_xVQ/S220/walking+down+the+graduation+aisle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751990367361912848.post-7660339345703307629</id><published>2009-11-26T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:38:10.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomly thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of mine'/><title type='text'>religious time</title><content type='html'>tommorow is idul adha, everyone. another peaceful day with family......... at least, it supposed to be like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idul adha identik dengan kurban ya. but then i realized, gue gak kurban tuh. gue gak ngeluarin duit buat kurban, gak beli kambing atau sapi. and i'm not a teenager anymore, i'm 3 months over 17. i supposed to have ktp since 3 months ago, which is, the one thing i haven't had (seriously!). gue harus mulai memikirkan hal-hal kayak begini ya berarti? kurban idul adha, zakat fitrah idul fitri, sampai naik haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kewajiban dalam agama bertambah, nilai-nilai keagamaan di diri gue juga harus bertambah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last 3 weeks i didn't go to any mall, i didn't hang out with friends on weekends, i  spent my weekdays at campus doing itbfair, Apres!, futsal, and lectures of course. i saved the money. for Saosin concert. for JavaJazzFestival. and somehow i felt there's something wrong with my plan. in every plan i made, the purpose is actually only one thing. fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ibu dulu pas sma suka ngebacain buku buat orang2x tuna netra" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow ibu, you lived in a big city like Bandung and you could have activities live that. aside from what people see that we're so alike, our characteristics are way too different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allah gave me this huge amount of time to live, and i just haven't done enough things to make it up for Him. i'm expecting resolutions i'll made in religious things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5751990367361912848-7660339345703307629?l=sun-footnote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun-footnote.blogspot.com/feeds/7660339345703307629/comments/default' 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