<?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-107207652540945664</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:03:07.071+07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category term='intrapersonal'/><category term='Satriwan'/><category term='khas'/><category term='dira&apos;s UN scores'/><category term='SLR'/><category term='mal kelapa gading'/><category term='sman 13'/><category term='MPR'/><category term='canon'/><category term='debate'/><category term='hamka'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='intuition'/><category term='irfan'/><category term='keep on bringing me down'/><category 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Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-941589988007352509</id><published>2011-12-11T20:59:00.023+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:52:57.639+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makassar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sulawesi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alamat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karebosi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='konro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jusuf kalla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotterdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyuknyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makanan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trans studio'/><title type='text'>Makassar, South Celebes</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a 4-day vacation at Makassar, South Sulawesi.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time there. I've NEVER traveled domestically out of the Java island (except for Bali). So it was my first time stepping my feet into Celebes (Sulawesi)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought on Makassar... Mr. Jusuf Kalla, Trans Studio, Sop Konro, and Es Pisang Ijo. Hahaha. So yeah, they are some of the famous 'icons' of Makassar. Keep on reading, I'm gonna tell you more about this place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchdown at Makassar (previously known as Ujung Pandang), a 1 hour and 50 minutes flight from Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, Jakarta (CGK). Got off the plane, I entered the airport building. Stunned. I was like, "Wow. What a nice airport they have! It's so different from CGK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, their airport (Sultan Hasanuddin International Airport - UPG) was renovated by M. Jusuf Kalla (Vice President of Indonesia 2004-2009) which is also a well-known Bugis (people from South Sulawesi are called the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; people) businessman.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived late at night, so we couldn't go anywhere but to take a rest at the hotel. We've booked a room at a 4-star hotel named Makassar Golden Hotel. It was a pretty nice hotel with a great view of the sea, and also with an affordable price. We stayed at the cottage, which each of the cottage has a back door to the terrace, right in front of the sea. Despite the beautiful scenery they have, the hotel was old (the oldest hotel in Makassar) and the room service was average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, we went to Trans Studio. This was said as the largest indoor theme park in the world. We had so much fun playing there, trying the rides. Here are some pictures of us at Trans Studio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr66IRIW7iY/TuS80llgbII/AAAAAAAAAlc/JFQHMYocTYY/s1600/IMG_8689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr66IRIW7iY/TuS80llgbII/AAAAAAAAAlc/JFQHMYocTYY/s320/IMG_8689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684876241277054082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-058RZD22c1c/TuS9n_1jfdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rlaW1XfILF4/s1600/IMG_8728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-058RZD22c1c/TuS9n_1jfdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rlaW1XfILF4/s320/IMG_8728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684877124497014226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-017iWxLRaDc/TuS-cKoFdnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xUhK8mYsN9A/s1600/IMG_8753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-017iWxLRaDc/TuS-cKoFdnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xUhK8mYsN9A/s320/IMG_8753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684878020746507890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part at Trans Studio was the time we performed a band at the Kids Studio. We can pretend that we're a musician or a TV presenter, and we will have ourselves recorded and we can get a DVD of it by only spending Rp15.000,00 per DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, we went to Pantai Losari. Actually, we DIDN'T go to Pantai Losari. Hahaha. Well, it was just like the other beaches, they also have a Duck-cycle (a boat, in a shape of a duck, pedaled by us, so it can move along the sea). We weren't interested in trying it, so we just took pictures in front of the "Pantai Losari" sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buKU_TfE3rY/TuS_qe4nj3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wPHDQgVSC18/s1600/IMG_8930.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buKU_TfE3rY/TuS_qe4nj3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wPHDQgVSC18/s320/IMG_8930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684879366214356850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had no idea where to go in Makassar, so we just went to Fort Rotterdam and Pangeran Diponegoro's graveyard right after taking pictures in front of the Pantai Losari sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDBXhxra540/TuTBQN_WujI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zxpne0oJIy8/s1600/IMG_8959.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDBXhxra540/TuTBQN_WujI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zxpne0oJIy8/s320/IMG_8959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684881114025867826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyT7MNpFspw/TuTCKYRvFqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/FZ-HtwPfuFo/s1600/IMG_8991.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyT7MNpFspw/TuTCKYRvFqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/FZ-HtwPfuFo/s320/IMG_8991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684882113219729058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip to Makassar was more like a culinary tour (wisata kuliner). What I liked the most of Makassar was their &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They tasted like heaven. These are some pictures of some famous Makassar's dishes &amp;amp; desserts I had there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sop Konro Bakar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQI9rgwMQsE/TuTDqvZ72mI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RFsU6G-x1hc/s1600/IMG_8897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQI9rgwMQsE/TuTDqvZ72mI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RFsU6G-x1hc/s320/IMG_8897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684883768695577186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Konro Karebosi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jl. Gunung Lompobattang No. 41, Makassar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Nyuk-Nyang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgUn2QjhSdw/TuTFic1eQ3I/AAAAAAAAAm8/aqmqfj0nzio/s1600/IMG_8944.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" 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: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgUn2QjhSdw/TuTFic1eQ3I/AAAAAAAAAm8/aqmqfj0nzio/s320/IMG_8944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684885825295106930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ati Raja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jl. Gunung Merapi No. 170, Makassar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Seafood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyzNH8gXyBs/TuTGXBf7iEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bzORN7B9CJI/s1600/IMG_9009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyzNH8gXyBs/TuTGXBf7iEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bzORN7B9CJI/s320/IMG_9009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684886728490059842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kWxQvtZW_A/TuTHFDONn9I/AAAAAAAAAnU/De1lwG61lKs/s1600/IMG_9011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kWxQvtZW_A/TuTHFDONn9I/AAAAAAAAAnU/De1lwG61lKs/s320/IMG_9011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684887519226601426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rumah Makan Seafood Apong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jl. Pangeran Diponegoro 95A, Makassar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also had seafood for dinner at &lt;b&gt;Dinar New Restaurant &lt;/b&gt;(Jl. Lamadukelleng No. 26, Makassar). Try their Kepiting Telor Asin. It tastes SO GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Mie Kering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q48yEs2gogo/TuTIVRXFo-I/AAAAAAAAAng/19atRJs7V_k/s1600/IMG_9120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q48yEs2gogo/TuTIVRXFo-I/AAAAAAAAAng/19atRJs7V_k/s320/IMG_9120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684888897411458018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Es Pisang Ijo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f66VT325XKM/TuTJi_XmdrI/AAAAAAAAAns/hOS2ohBLzcs/s1600/IMG_9119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f66VT325XKM/TuTJi_XmdrI/AAAAAAAAAns/hOS2ohBLzcs/s320/IMG_9119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684890232611567282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Mie Kering and Es Pisang Ijo at a food court named &lt;b&gt;Kampoeng Popsa&lt;/b&gt; located at Jl. Pasar Ikan, Makassar (in front of Fort Rotterdam). But I suggest you to find another place for trying Mie Kering and Es Pisang Ijo. They didn't taste that good there. Kampoeng Popsa is best at night, when you want to go out for a drink or hang out with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ayam Goreng Sulawesi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I had no pictures of this tasty Ayam Goreng Sulawesi! Hm, just let me describe this menu to you. This fried chicken is different from the normal fried chicken that we, Jakartans, know. This Ayam Goreng Sulawesi is like Padang's Ayam Pop, but it's fried, and the color is light brown. It is eaten by the sambal. The sambal tastes sweet and sour. The color is brown, like the Rujak paste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite Makassar dish was Nyuk-Nyang! Why? Because Nyuk-Nyang tastes different than Jakarta's baksos. Nyuk-Nyang's balls are clean, soft, and meaty (Nyuk-Nyang Halus). They also have Nyuk-Nyang Kasar and Nyuk-Nyang Goreng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough talking about food, now back to the story. We spent our last night at a 5-star hotel named &lt;b&gt;Hotel Sahid Jaya Makassar&lt;/b&gt; (Jl. Dr. Sam Ratulangi 33, Makassar). It was a nice hotel. Their breakfast menu were good, too. They served mostly Indonesian breakfast, but some of them are Western breakfast, such as cereal, bread, salad, and waffles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also bought some souvenirs for our friends back in Jakarta. We went to a place named &lt;b&gt;Toko Kerajinan Unggul &lt;/b&gt;at Jl. Pattimura No. 8 / A1, Makassar. The price was reasonable. They also have fancy boxes to pack up our souvenirs. We also got 1 free Teh Botol each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that was all my short story about my vacation at Makassar. I really hope I can go back there one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I would like to say thank you to Om Frederich &amp;amp; family for accompanying us during our stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPKcaDH2DqQ/TuTMCGIRAdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xtkMtt-JL9Q/s1600/IMG_9067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPKcaDH2DqQ/TuTMCGIRAdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xtkMtt-JL9Q/s320/IMG_9067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684892966025494994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KThiFlJSl8Y/TuTNNU2uvrI/AAAAAAAAAoE/U3xqT5y9gIg/s1600/IMG_9065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KThiFlJSl8Y/TuTNNU2uvrI/AAAAAAAAAoE/U3xqT5y9gIg/s320/IMG_9065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684894258468667058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also much thanks to Pak Bambang for driving us everywhere in Makassar! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-941589988007352509?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/941589988007352509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=941589988007352509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/941589988007352509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/941589988007352509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/makassar-south-celebes.html' title='Makassar, South Celebes'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr66IRIW7iY/TuS80llgbII/AAAAAAAAAlc/JFQHMYocTYY/s72-c/IMG_8689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3795247358559082540</id><published>2011-02-22T17:28:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:04:04.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MPR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganaraksa fedasahitya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DPR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RI'/><title type='text'>A Visit to the House of Representatives</title><content type='html'>The House of Representatives is our home, the citizens of Indonesia's home. Built from our taxes, and filled with the our country's representatives that we chose from the legislative election. They work at the famous DPR building, the Nusantara building. They have meetings - from day to night - there. And this place is often the place for demonstrators that wants to demonstrate and speak up their voices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been so curious and kept wondering about what is inside this building, the interior, and how do our legislators work and have meetings. And finally, these questions were answered today, February 22nd, 2011. From 8.30 - 12.30 am. &lt;b&gt;I went to the House of Representatives&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the MPK*'s program, to make a visit to the DPR. And it was so cool. Yeah maybe I'm over exaggerating and a bit &lt;i&gt;norak&lt;/i&gt;, but I really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, we were being collected at the Operation Room of the Nusantara Building to hear a short presentation by the DPR Public Affairs Section. It was such an interesting presentation, because we can know some things that we've never known about the DPR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The negative things of the DPR that's brought up by the media was being clarified, too. For example, about the plan of constructing a new building. It WILL NOT have a swimming pool, a fitness center, or some spa facilities that were being brought up by the media. Yea, there will be something kinda like a water pond or something, it is compulsory for every building that has more than 20 stories to build that water pond, just in case of fire. That's what he said to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why some DPR members were sleeping and yawning at some meetings are because they're tired and they had lack of sleep. A meeting can last for hours and it ends until midnight. So it's humanly if they felt sleepy on the next day. They're humans, too, just like us, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the presentation, there was this Q&amp;amp;A section. Well this was my favorite part. Because I can ask the things that I've been questioning these days. And it was all answered today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a tour to the meeting rooms, too. We went to the inauguration room. We also took pictures at the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I DIDN'T SEE THE MEETING PROCESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the Paripurna Meeting, talking about Tax. There were like 10 people that was chosen by Mr. Satriwan, one of our teacher that accompanied us there. AND I WASN'T CHOSEN :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh I was so sad because I couldn't see it while the others can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm gonna work there one day. Don't worry. I will visit that meeting room and feel the real feeling of how a DPR RI Paripurna Meeting is. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and these are some pictures that were taken from my iPod :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*MPK: An organization at SMA Labschool Jakarta that works like the country's House of Representatives. But this organization supervises the work of SMA Labschool Jakarta's executives, which is the OSIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXHhuKzcl84/TWOWVaYvnYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5GJXq4DJ3UI/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXHhuKzcl84/TWOWVaYvnYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5GJXq4DJ3UI/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576466058219330946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;at the balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGvExtKTxt8/TWOWlwC-G1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/POql9H2HzrE/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9JbUfJHDg/TWOW2crBGlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5fg-ssyqtZs/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9JbUfJHDg/TWOW2crBGlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5fg-ssyqtZs/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576466625768528466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at the Nusantara II meeting room (inauguration room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGvExtKTxt8/TWOWlwC-G1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/POql9H2HzrE/s1600/IMG_0038.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: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGvExtKTxt8/TWOWlwC-G1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/POql9H2HzrE/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576466338911492946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sitting at the Presidium Rapat's seat :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQFCCdGTb28/TWOXNCRZ15I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/yqeGmRbdL3Y/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQFCCdGTb28/TWOXNCRZ15I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/yqeGmRbdL3Y/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576467013818767250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3795247358559082540?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3795247358559082540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3795247358559082540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3795247358559082540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3795247358559082540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/visit-to-house-of-representatives.html' title='A Visit to the House of Representatives'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXHhuKzcl84/TWOWVaYvnYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5GJXq4DJ3UI/s72-c/IMG_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3975006077353851162</id><published>2011-02-22T16:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:27:03.543+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb turman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4g'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mal kelapa gading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artha gading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb nadira turman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>New iPod :)</title><content type='html'>Bonjour, a tous!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought a new iPod!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the &lt;b&gt;iPod Touch 4G with a camera&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't buy it online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't have my name on it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought it at Artha Gading Mall at an Apple reseller there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The price was cheaper than buying it online B-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just fyi, the price is Rp 2.500.000,00 for the 8 GB one. And if I bought it online, it costs Rp 2.835.000,00. What a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I named my iPod Caleb Nadira Turman Jr. Because my previous iPod was stolen. (You all must have known that). So, this iPod is like the son of my previous iPod, Caleb Nadira Turman :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that this iPod will last forever :) (except that if I wanna sell it cause I'm bored :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this is the picture of my iPod:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Twb7-Xfucc/TWOOn3Pgb6I/AAAAAAAAAko/XWt-6IjZ7rU/s1600/IMG_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Twb7-Xfucc/TWOOn3Pgb6I/AAAAAAAAAko/XWt-6IjZ7rU/s320/IMG_2799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576457579109838754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-lKyUv-Vh4/TWOO6oel5AI/AAAAAAAAAkw/UycJh2UTRXY/s1600/IMG_2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-lKyUv-Vh4/TWOO6oel5AI/AAAAAAAAAkw/UycJh2UTRXY/s320/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576457901564093442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I love that bone rubber case for my iPod. The color's good and the shape's so cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought it at Artha Gading, too, and the price is Rp 180.000,00. Just in case you wanna buy it too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3975006077353851162?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3975006077353851162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3975006077353851162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3975006077353851162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3975006077353851162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-ipod.html' title='New iPod :)'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Twb7-Xfucc/TWOOn3Pgb6I/AAAAAAAAAko/XWt-6IjZ7rU/s72-c/IMG_2799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-2857387479448223354</id><published>2010-12-29T16:50:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:43:12.089+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat kirch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='official'/><title type='text'>The Maine - Right Girl music video</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I just saw The Maine's newest music video: Right Girl. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W64nBd-QEl0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W64nBd-QEl0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is SO COOL. I was amazed at the very first start.&lt;div&gt;But it was different than I expected. I thought the video would be about a guy and a girl, love, mistakes in love, begging, hoping, and others, like what they sing in the lyrics. Here are the lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got caught running up a tab&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t drive home, so I had to share a cab&lt;br /&gt;Introduce herself, by her last name&lt;br /&gt;The kind of girl you steal from the football team&lt;br /&gt;Brought up, silver spoon mess&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to tear off her catholic dress&lt;br /&gt;Told me, she’s over this place&lt;br /&gt;Needs to feel the midwest wind in her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the alcohol made its way down&lt;br /&gt;She was the last thing that I saw last night&lt;br /&gt;before I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;My mind was only in it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad fling with the good girl&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid and dumb, not givin’ up&lt;br /&gt;The blank stare out the window&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sober up, if I could just admit&lt;br /&gt;I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been the best with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Tried to stay smart, but the dumb comes out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m shy, drive an old car&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m amazed that I got this far&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve got my standbys waiting on the line&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest part is knowing that it won’t be her this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;My mind was only in it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad fling with the good girl&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid and dumb, not givin’ up&lt;br /&gt;The blank stare out the window&lt;br /&gt;If I could sober up, if I could just admit&lt;br /&gt;I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back&lt;br /&gt;Thought she had it all planned out&lt;br /&gt;Went to marry some guy she had talked about&lt;br /&gt;A tear in a dress&lt;br /&gt;And a tear in her eye&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, her whole life flashed by&lt;br /&gt;She said you won’t remember what you said last night&lt;br /&gt;That if you ever needed someone to pick up the pieces in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;My mind was only in it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad fling with the good girl&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid and dumb, not givin’ up&lt;br /&gt;The blank stare out the window&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sober up, If I could just admit&lt;br /&gt;I did the wrong thing to the right girl&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;It was your world baby and i just lived in it&lt;br /&gt;It was your world&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;br /&gt;Please, please baby come back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video is so different from the lyrics, right?? It was a bit unsatisfying because I expected that it would be such a sweet video, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh kay, now I'm gonna tell you the parts of the vids that I like. (including the screenshots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsGNAiocSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/GpHPuZxPrQE/s1600/PAT%2BMAINE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsGNAiocSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/GpHPuZxPrQE/s320/PAT%2BMAINE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556041385844961570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsIidSYWxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JzHM1rvEVtg/s1600/pat%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsIidSYWxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JzHM1rvEVtg/s320/pat%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556043953361935122" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsIidSYWxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JzHM1rvEVtg/s1600/pat%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsHyLFIxHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N6geUasECkY/s1600/PAT%2BMAINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsHyLFIxHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N6geUasECkY/s320/PAT%2BMAINE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556043123840828530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The opening. That part is awesome. Look at Pat's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it when they move as the drum beats.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsJD8z86PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Ite1wJr4t6E/s1600/PAT%2BMAINE%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsJD8z86PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Ite1wJr4t6E/s320/PAT%2BMAINE%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556044528759924978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Maine&lt;/b&gt; looking at the torn map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsKODhEqUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0JDNnqSiSYI/s1600/pat6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsKODhEqUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0JDNnqSiSYI/s320/pat6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556045801870108994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding bicycles, looking for the map's other piece :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsOGMrbV8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/QvlDyZKNl_g/s1600/pat7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsOGMrbV8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/QvlDyZKNl_g/s320/pat7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556050064937015234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The half-man-half-tiger that has the other piece of map :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and this is my &lt;b&gt;MOST FAVORITE PART&lt;/b&gt; of the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsOuYqnD_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Spjek2rlw2Q/s1600/pat%2Bmaine%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsOuYqnD_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Spjek2rlw2Q/s320/pat%2Bmaine%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556050755349581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You go see the picture and figure out what are they doing by yourself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, nice job, The Maine. Can't wait for the other music videos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-2857387479448223354?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2857387479448223354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=2857387479448223354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2857387479448223354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2857387479448223354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/maine-right-girl-music-video.html' title='The Maine - Right Girl music video'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRsGNAiocSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/GpHPuZxPrQE/s72-c/PAT%2BMAINE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5971701659734965795</id><published>2010-12-29T14:23:00.050+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:14:36.584+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oktovianus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el loco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irfan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='netral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachdim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamzah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timnas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maniani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadaku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='di'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sepak bola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suzuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garuda'/><title type='text'>INDONESIAN FOOTBALL FEVER!!! Whoo!</title><content type='html'>The Indonesians euphoria because of the amazing performances by our national football team is now culminated. Indonesia won all the matches until the semifinal round. This is such an amazing thing, because previously, Indonesian football wasn't that good. But now, everyone's nationalism arises again, supporting the National Football Team (later I'll say &lt;i&gt;Timnas&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't watch Indonesian Football before. I knew only a number of the players' names. But after the AFF Suzuki Cup and the great performance from them, I never wanna miss any single second of our Timnas' match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the good performance, some players are also &lt;b&gt;good looking&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my favorite Indonesian Timnas players:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. IRFAN BACHDIM (17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrnVTY9XDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/L3ZAOhZR9PI/s1600/irfan%252Bbachdim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrnVTY9XDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/L3ZAOhZR9PI/s320/irfan%252Bbachdim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556007443483155506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoo, isn't he adorable? ;)&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'VERDANA';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2. FIRMAN UTINA (15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRroDMc-vYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ENO2kc4vlY0/s1600/firmanutina15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRroDMc-vYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ENO2kc4vlY0/s320/firmanutina15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556008231894957442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hot and good lookin captain ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. CHRISTIAN GONZALES (9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrpIfCtVmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TXmPn_qiEAk/s1600/100745_christian-gonzales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrpIfCtVmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TXmPn_qiEAk/s320/100745_christian-gonzales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556009422296012386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'crazy' (El Loco) left-foot striker!&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. HAMKA HAMZAH (23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrqKwvwUMI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MGZa3tBr7xg/s1600/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrqKwvwUMI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MGZa3tBr7xg/s320/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556010560919720130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. 23 :)&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:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. OKTOVIANUS MANIANI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrrGXHbigI/AAAAAAAAAjk/nf00pHfE_HY/s1600/Oktavianus_Maniani_AFP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrrGXHbigI/AAAAAAAAAjk/nf00pHfE_HY/s400/Oktavianus_Maniani_AFP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556011584831851010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amazing Papuan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not racist. I love Papuans :D&lt;/b&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: left;"&gt;Those are my 5 favorite Timnas players :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who are your fave 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and they are playing the Final 2nd leg against Malaysia. Let's pray for the Indonesian Timnas that they'll do their best tonight, score 4, and win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, let's sing Garuda di Dadaku together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQMFhulONaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQMFhulONaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to also play the video so we can sing along through the music! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayo putra bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Harumkan negeri ini&lt;br /&gt;Jadikan kita bangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunjukkan dunia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahwa Ibu Pertiwi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pantas jadi juara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesia...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jayalah negaraku&lt;br /&gt;Tanah air tercinta, Indonesia raya.&lt;br /&gt;Jayalah negaraku&lt;br /&gt;Tanah air tercinta, Indonesia raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(drums)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garuda di dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Garuda kebanggaanku&lt;br /&gt;Ku yakin hari ini pasti menang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kobarkan semangatmu&lt;br /&gt;(Kobarkan semangatmu!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunjukkan sportivitasmu&lt;br /&gt;(Tunjukkan sportivitasmu!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku yakin hari ini pasti menang..&lt;br /&gt;(Karena ku yakin... hari ini... kita pasti menang!!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garuda di dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Garuda kebanggaanku&lt;br /&gt;Ku yakin hari ini pasti menang..&lt;br /&gt;Kobarkan semangatmu&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkan sportivitasmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku yakin hari ini pasti menang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Owoo....)&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/107207652540945664-5971701659734965795?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5971701659734965795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5971701659734965795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5971701659734965795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5971701659734965795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/indonesian-football-fever-whoo.html' title='INDONESIAN FOOTBALL FEVER!!! Whoo!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TRrnVTY9XDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/L3ZAOhZR9PI/s72-c/irfan%252Bbachdim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8644585176785431378</id><published>2010-12-27T19:03:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:26:45.003+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smashblast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sm*sh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i heart you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jkpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='official video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>SM*SH, the Indonesian JKPop-type band</title><content type='html'>Here they come, the new trending topics in Indonesia:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SM*SH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;read&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Smash&lt;/i&gt; (English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're a boyband that consists of 7 guys. SM*SH is the abbreviation of &lt;i&gt;Seven Men, Seven Heroes&lt;/i&gt;. Nice name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Justin Bieber and Sinta &amp;amp; Jojo, they became famous after their phenomenal musical video that they uploaded on YouTube. Curious? Here's the video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gTmNr1Bx2E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gTmNr1Bx2E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, like any other things in this world, this boyband has their fans and also their foes. The people who hate them think that they look like gays because they dance swayingly, wear tights and v-necks. Hey, haters. Don't you know that JKpop (Japanese &amp;amp; Korean pop) boybands are more 'swayingly' than SM*SH? I think they've never seen the real JKpop boybands, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I personally like these guys. Hehe. Well, honestly, I don't like JKpop, seriously. But I like SM*SH. They're cute and good-looking. They have talents. And I guess they're also the 1st Indonesian boyband that resembles JKpop. And I think that they are NOT imitating JKpop or Justin Bieber. They're just inspired. I appreciate their effort in making music. Good job, guys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their music is so catchy and their song is stuck in my head right now. (oh, come on!) The lyrics are sweet, too. Here are the lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenapa hatiku cenat-cenut tiap ada kamu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu peluhku menetes tiap dekat kamu&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa salah tingkah tiap kau tatap aku&lt;br /&gt;Selalu diriku malu tiap kau puji aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa lidahku kelu tiap kau panggil aku&lt;br /&gt;Selalu merindu romaku tyap kau sentuh aku&lt;br /&gt;kenapa otakku beku tyap memikirkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu tubuhku lunglai tyap kau bisikan cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;I Know you so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu saat kita pertama jumpa&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku berkata padamu ada yang berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah sejak kita sering jalan bersama&lt;br /&gt;Tiap jam, menit, detik ku hanya ingin berdua&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, ku takkan pernah lupa&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau bilang, punya rasa yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak menyangka&lt;br /&gt;Aku bahagia, ingin kupeluk dunia&lt;br /&gt;Kau izinkan aku tuk dapat rasakan cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;I Know you so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika diriku rasakan cintamu yang buat ku salah tingkah&lt;br /&gt;You know me so well, I know you so well&lt;br /&gt;You heart me girl, I heart you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need U&lt;br /&gt;I love U&lt;br /&gt;I heart U baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need U&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love U&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heart U baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Baby...!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;I Know you so well&lt;br /&gt;Girl I need U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love U&lt;br /&gt;Girl I heart U&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada bisa memisahkan kita,&lt;br /&gt;Waktupun takkan tega, kau dan aku bersama, selamanya...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are the lyrics. My favorite part is the last 2 lines. Not because of the lyrics, but because of the music, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and SM*SH also uploads the lyrics on their YouTube account, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you guys want to sing along while listening to the music and seeing the guys' photos all together, check out this video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSWtfW-94iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSWtfW-94iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohkay, that was my post about SM*SH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck on your career, SM*SH! I hope that I'll meet you guys someday like my dream 3 days ago :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8644585176785431378?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8644585176785431378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8644585176785431378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8644585176785431378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8644585176785431378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/smsh-indonesian-kpop-type-band.html' title='SM*SH, the Indonesian JKPop-type band'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7009928135577700558</id><published>2010-12-14T20:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:52:39.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I have a love quote that just has popped out of my mind, randomly. Soooo, all of you lovers out thereee, who are currently falling in love, feeling desperate in love, or whateverrr, go read my quote. It just came out of my head like that, so it's purely made by me. But maybe you've once kinda have heard of a quote like this, but yeaa maybe those quotes inspired me. Oh and one more, my friend's story inspired me on writing this quote. So, this quote is basically inspired by my friend's story :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TQeBxhZCFmI/AAAAAAAAAik/vWweRMHvuUI/s1600/2811f8894b0654e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TQeBxhZCFmI/AAAAAAAAAik/vWweRMHvuUI/s400/2811f8894b0654e2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550547753534363234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohkay, here is the quote:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is like fishing. You wait and hope for hours until you get a big fish. Even though you're tired, you're bored, you're desperate that there ain't no fish eating your bait, but you still wait with joy. Then, after hours, a fish finally ate your bait and you pull your fishing rod and you see the fish. You're not satisfied. The fish is too small. You throw the small fish back to the water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then you put another bait on your fishing rod's hook, waiting for a bigger fish to eat it. You wait again for hours, feeling tired and bored, but you're still hoping to get a bigger fish. And you're doing it with pleasure. Because you believe that there are still many fishes in the sea, the bigger and the better fishes. Then soon after you get the bigger fish, you feel so happy, happier than ever before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TQeDz7t5-mI/AAAAAAAAAis/cSeWvCRjwSI/s1600/KID_FISHING_CARTOON.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TQeDz7t5-mI/AAAAAAAAAis/cSeWvCRjwSI/s320/KID_FISHING_CARTOON.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550549993984227938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that is it. That's such a LONG quote, hahahah. No actually that's not a quote, that's such a picture or Indonesians usually say, a '&lt;i&gt;perumpamaan&lt;/i&gt;'. So, if you guys don't understand, let me describe the meaning to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is like fishing. Even though you wait for such a long time, finally you'll get your love. But this love that you've been waiting for is not as you wished for. Then you break up with that person and wait for long again to get a better one. Because you believe that there are so many fishes in the sea, or we can say, there are still many people in the world, many girls, guys, that are better than this one. Then after a long time waiting, you'll get what you want and you'll be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is it. Hahaha. I hope you all get it. Well, not only Mario Teguh or Mahatma Gandhi or whosoever who can make quotes, right? I don't have a Tumblr, so I just wrote it here. I hope it helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe that there are still so many fishes in the sea. Once you get unsatisfied, don't be sad too long and find a new one, a much much better one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck on your love life. I love you guys!♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7009928135577700558?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7009928135577700558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7009928135577700558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7009928135577700558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7009928135577700558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TQeBxhZCFmI/AAAAAAAAAik/vWweRMHvuUI/s72-c/2811f8894b0654e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1382239270170026152</id><published>2010-12-04T17:49:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:05:49.766+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhmad kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanti yulianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><title type='text'>My parents are coming home tonight!!! Yeaaaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tw cen mt;"&gt;Hey guys! 2 weeks have passed and now I am so happy that my parents are coming home tonight!!! Whoo! I can't wait to meet them and see the stuffs they bought for me, hahahah. Oh yea, you know what? I still have some spare money left! Coolness, huh? Yea, of course! Ha. Mom is gonna be really happy about this, hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They seem to be so happy there. Yeah, of course. They're coming to places that they've never been before. Oh but not for Dad. He has been to Turkey, but not to Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, back to their arrival. The plane was scheduled to arrive at 5.30 pm. But their take off was being delayed 3 hours so I think they'll arrive here at about 8.30 pm. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, we canceled the plan to pick them up at the airport and we're just gonna meet them home. 8.30 is late already and tomorrow I have to study again for the exams. Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and here are some pictures of Mom and Dad when they were in Egypt! Look at the Sphinx and Pyramid. They're so cool :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPofqdVlzuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x51C3tBHShg/s1600/77135_474599262901_667682901_5587113_4702826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPofqdVlzuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x51C3tBHShg/s320/77135_474599262901_667682901_5587113_4702826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546780705350340322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPof-lGcj5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/A9IG6CVSZhI/s1600/76889_474597182901_667682901_5587096_2357097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPof-lGcj5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/A9IG6CVSZhI/s320/76889_474597182901_667682901_5587096_2357097_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546781051031687058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPogVTQqjrI/AAAAAAAAAic/vsQ_B2R0isA/s1600/156391_475107032901_667682901_5592425_1772172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPogVTQqjrI/AAAAAAAAAic/vsQ_B2R0isA/s320/156391_475107032901_667682901_5592425_1772172_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546781441379700402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1382239270170026152?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1382239270170026152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1382239270170026152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1382239270170026152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1382239270170026152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-parents-are-coming-home-tonight.html' title='My parents are coming home tonight!!! Yeaaaay!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TPofqdVlzuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x51C3tBHShg/s72-c/77135_474599262901_667682901_5587113_4702826_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-2610419151748394969</id><published>2010-12-04T09:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:12:11.515+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st semester exams, WISH ME LUCK!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been through the exams week since Monday and it'll end on the next Monday, December 6th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want a new iPod so bad and the one and only fastest way to get one is to get the &lt;b&gt;1st rank in class&lt;/b&gt;. Mom said that to me via &lt;i&gt;Yahoo! Messenger &lt;/i&gt;(YM). Yeah, Mom and Dad are currently in Turkey so we just chatted through YM. And getting the 1st rank in class is not easy. I have to get excellent grades so the sum of my scores are the highest than others in class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am really working hard to achieve that. The new &lt;b&gt;iPod Touch 4th Generation &lt;/b&gt;is waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need an iPod. The brilliant features in it accompany me every time. So now I am really hoping and working on to get the 1st rank to get this iPod Touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and anyway, Mom is not just going to buy it right away. I have to crack up my piggy bank to pay up the iPod Touch and Mom will pay the rest. Well, that's fine. I hope that I have a lot of money in my piggy bank so Mom doesn't need to add much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guys, please pray for me so I can get my iPod Touch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks! I love you all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-2610419151748394969?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2610419151748394969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=2610419151748394969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2610419151748394969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2610419151748394969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-semester-exams-wish-me-luck.html' title='1st semester exams, WISH ME LUCK!!! :)'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4513746747688809082</id><published>2010-11-26T21:05:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:29:05.375+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhmad kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuyono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanti yulianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mba santo'/><title type='text'>Home alone (not really)</title><content type='html'>My parents are in Turkey for 2 weeks. They left their children home, with Grandma, Mbak Santo, and Pak Tu. So, we're being an 'mbak child' now, hahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm in control of the house, HAHAHA. I own Mom's money and ATM card, hahaha. But of course, I'm not wasting the money for the unnecessary things. I don't want to spend all of the money so there will be still some when Mom returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a thing that usually happens. Mom doesn't usually go abroad with Dad. Dad travels a lot because of his job, and I'm used to it. But the problem is leaving &lt;b&gt;Mom, &lt;/b&gt;and it's &lt;b&gt;2 weeks&lt;/b&gt;. :O I even cried before going to TO or LK, and it's just 5 days. And now, Mom's leaving me for 2 weeks. Wow. What a record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chat with mom through SMS or BBM and Facebook or YM. But suddenly mom's BBM doesn't work, hah. So I must spend more phone bills on the roaming :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my parents already. It's just passed 4 days. 8 more days to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures of Mom and Dad there, taken from Mom's Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CFkALiiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WOXek-_Lgjc/s1600/149860_470758102901_667682901_5531476_825698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CFkALiiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WOXek-_Lgjc/s320/149860_470758102901_667682901_5531476_825698_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543863067135937058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CUa7TlJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UFrqaU8bLlY/s1600/76904_470755132901_667682901_5531435_4244956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CUa7TlJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UFrqaU8bLlY/s320/76904_470755132901_667682901_5531435_4244956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543863322397611154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CmKr6dyI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HfYGDtQdQH4/s1600/155655_470756937901_667682901_5531461_6601147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CmKr6dyI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HfYGDtQdQH4/s320/155655_470756937901_667682901_5531461_6601147_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543863627275728674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_DP6CKAOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/d7PVOgb3eh4/s1600/77147_471472077901_667682901_5540112_5427859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_DP6CKAOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/d7PVOgb3eh4/s320/77147_471472077901_667682901_5540112_5427859_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543864344360124642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to go there someday! The city looks beautiful and historic! The people are also friendly, said Mom. Well, if I got a scholarship to study there, should I take it or not? I don't understand the Turkish language :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4513746747688809082?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4513746747688809082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4513746747688809082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4513746747688809082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4513746747688809082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-alone-not-really.html' title='Home alone (not really)'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO_CFkALiiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WOXek-_Lgjc/s72-c/149860_470758102901_667682901_5531476_825698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7514105372145773887</id><published>2010-11-26T20:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:04:19.242+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb turman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jakarta jam 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb nadira turman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>I lost my iPod :'(</title><content type='html'>If you guys often read my blog, you must know who&lt;b&gt; Caleb Nadira Turman&lt;/b&gt; is.&lt;div&gt;Yep, he's my iPod touch. Named after the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; guitarist from Forever the Sickest Kids, Caleb Turman. His age was more than 2 years old then out of the blue, I lost him :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SOMEBODY STOLE CALEB FROM ME ON JAKARTA JAM :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was having fun seeing either FTSK, The Maine, or Hellogoodbye on the show then someone knifed my handbag until there was a medium-sized hole on it. Yeah, you can even put your hand through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't realize that somebody made a hole on my bag. I just found out that my bag was completely ruined like that a month later, on the day before I went to the Observation Trip (TO). I was completely shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how did I lost my iPod. After the show, when I got back to my car to drive home, I couldn't find my iPod anywhere. All I remember was that when I was still at home, I didn't want to bring my iPod to the show because I'm afraid that my iPod will be stolen. So, on that time, I intended to just put my iPod on the car's seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... When I came back from the show and sat on my car, I asked Pak Tu, my driver, where my iPod is. He said that he didn't know. I was so mad at him because I really remembered that I wanted to just put it on my car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My driver said that I didn't leave my iPod there. So, I was completely panicked on that time. Then I remembered that I stopped by to one Padangnese food restaurant at Kelapa Gading before going to Tennis Indoor Senayan (the place where the show was held). Then I thought that I dropped my iPod when I was at the restaurant. Hah, but that was impossible to happen. An iPod touch is pretty huge. So, when it's dropped, it must produce a sound. And I didn't remember that I heard a 'drop' sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so sad on that time. I searched for my iPod in my car, high and low, below the car seats, carpets, inside the CD bag, EVERYWHERE. But I also couldn't find it. That's so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I thought for the worst, which was that I dropped my iPod at the restaurant, hah. My Mom was a bit disappointed with me on that time. But I'm pretty sure that I didn't drop it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month later after the show, my sister wanted to use the bag that I wore to Jakarta Jam. Then she suddenly found a hole on the bag. Dang, my bag was knifed at the show. Huh, I feel so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then now I know that I didn't drop my iPod, but somebody stole it from me. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how my iPod looks like before the show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-3jJzy0WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/x7WUF8BTJNQ/s1600/IMG00197-20100921-2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-3jJzy0WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/x7WUF8BTJNQ/s320/IMG00197-20100921-2142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543851480872833378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caleb Turman was on the wallpaper. And my iPod was also using this orange plastic case. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let God curse the thief that stole my iPod. I'm 100% sure that the thief couldn't open my iPod because it has a pass code to open it. HA!!!! Curse ya! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm really looking forward to buying a new one. Well yeah I love Caleb Nadira Turman. But I have to move on. I can't just not having an iPod for the rest of my life and being sad for the loss of Caleb Turman Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a new iPod, the newest version of the iPod touch, that has a camera on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-7eDpMGxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/suz_4oCvAzM/s1600/features_hero20100901.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-7eDpMGxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/suz_4oCvAzM/s320/features_hero20100901.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543855791364905746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;www.apple.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also want to buy it online so I can get my name engraved on it. Like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-9HwBi-nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OdysgBSfaZw/s1600/IPOD%2BHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-9HwBi-nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OdysgBSfaZw/s320/IPOD%2BHA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543857607164492402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my parent's buying this for me! Amin ya robbal alamin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7514105372145773887?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7514105372145773887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7514105372145773887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7514105372145773887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7514105372145773887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-lost-my-ipod.html' title='I lost my iPod :&apos;('/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-3jJzy0WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/x7WUF8BTJNQ/s72-c/IMG00197-20100921-2142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-476757767186183170</id><published>2010-11-26T18:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:45:41.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MET FTSK!!! OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-qylvy5WI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HXYbmswrtRw/s1600/62543_1525186562674_1024923606_31540876_1709254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-qylvy5WI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HXYbmswrtRw/s320/62543_1525186562674_1024923606_31540876_1709254_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543837452419130722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, this is so late. I met FTSK on September but I just posted the story now. Hah, lame. Now because it's not exciting anymore (well it still does, but yea I mean, it's an old story, ha), I'll just post some photos...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know the full story, you can see it on my Facebook profile &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2080154&amp;amp;id=1024923606&amp;amp;l=b064073546"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;DO NOT STEAL/COPY THE PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this after a long time waiting, so please understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-qRj6o6tI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gQEgVCHnG-c/s1600/33547_1525153521848_1024923606_31540808_2920969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-qRj6o6tI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gQEgVCHnG-c/s320/33547_1525153521848_1024923606_31540808_2920969_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543836884992060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-rgGWc1nI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3UxXAQq_Xeg/s1600/62543_1525186242666_1024923606_31540868_593376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-rgGWc1nI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3UxXAQq_Xeg/s320/62543_1525186242666_1024923606_31540868_593376_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543838234265310834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-476757767186183170?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/476757767186183170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=476757767186183170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/476757767186183170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/476757767186183170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-met-ftsk-omg-omg.html' title='I MET FTSK!!! OMG OMG'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TO-qylvy5WI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HXYbmswrtRw/s72-c/62543_1525186562674_1024923606_31540876_1709254_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5403245640657267861</id><published>2010-09-25T21:01:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:58:41.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep on bringing me down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='java musikindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat kirch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrie subono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellogoodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KOBMD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jakarta jam 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><title type='text'>FTSK Live in Jakarta, Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ4BGqnHfRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2LAZDSvRJ08/s1600/x2_1ee7121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ4BGqnHfRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2LAZDSvRJ08/s400/x2_1ee7121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520851407232007442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for them to come since years ago, demanding them to come here by many ways: Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, MSN, even in an iPhone online board game. Some messages were replied, and the rest weren't. And finally, Forever The Sickest Kids came here and had their show on September 23rd, 2010. It was such a dream came true. All of my efforts, their promises, had come to life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Java Musikindo for making this happen, even though it's not a single concert by FTSK, I still enjoyed it. They played together with The Maine and Hellogoodbye in one night. The tickets were Rp 300.000,00 for the festival class and Rp 250.000,00 for the tribune class. I was on the festival class. Okay, so now, let me tell you the story about the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Thursday, September the 23rd and there was a Student Organization (OSIS) meeting. I must've come to the meeting, because I'm in that organization, but I couldn't, because I'M GOING TO THE FTSK SHOW! HURRAY!!!! Well, I felt bad at first because it was an important meeting, but, yeaaa, what should I do, FTSK is my passion so I have to sacrifice the other things so I won't come late to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school ended (at 3 pm), I headed home with my sister, Dedoy, by a bajaj. As soon as I arrived home, I showered and changed clothes. My driver arrived home at 3.45, me &amp;amp; Dedoy stepped into the car, and we went off. My driver dropped Dedoy to Sinotif, and I went to Mom's office, to borrow Mom's friend's digital camera and got money from mom to buy FTSK merchandises. Mom gave me Rp 500.000,00 for me to buy some T-Shirts, stickers, and hoodies. I told her to give me that amount of money, huahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it was time for dinner, I went to a Padangnese restaurant to buy some food, and ate it in car, while I was on the way to Tennis Indoor. The streets were so crowded. I planned to arrive at 5 but the traffic jam made me arrive late, at 5.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the show with Kak Sylvia, an FTSK fan that I knew from Twitter. But we're like close friends because we tweet to each other a lot. We arrived there and it was raining. So, we passed through the rain to enter Tennis Indoor. I entered Tennis Indoor and saw Adrie Subono's tweet that said that FTSK went to the stands and bought some clothes. I was so sad that I came late. If I arrived at 5, I would see them buying the clothes and take pictures with them :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, after that, we entered Tennis Indoor and got the 5th row of the festival class. Not bad. Adrie Subono, the promotor, said that the show will start at 7. But, because of the rain, the show started at 7.30. So, I waited like for 2 hours standing desperately in front of the stage, hahaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FTSK came up on stage and their 1st song was My Worst Nightmare. He also played their newest single that was released a few days ago: "Keep On Bringing Me Down". They said that they just played KOBMD overseas for the first time, and it's in Indonesia. Yeaaaay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played 9 songs, and in the middle of their show, I lost my voice because I sang along and screamed on the top of my lungs. I was so sad that I couldn't scream and sang out loud on the next FTSK songs :( Later on, when they brought She's A Lady, Jonathan, the vocalist, almost crowd surfed. But I don't know why he didn't. Oh anyway, I have the video. I was standing in front of him but I couldn't reach him because he didn't reach out his hand to the viewers. He just kept singing. Everyone pushed came forward and pushed each other so they can reach Jonathan's hand. I felt like squeezed, but it's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ86vEhltsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/B24T6PEdXXc/s1600/61657_1525215803405_1024923606_31540979_7903945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ86vEhltsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/B24T6PEdXXc/s400/61657_1525215803405_1024923606_31540979_7903945_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521196248522405570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ87MEI_fEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Z1cM2y2q4l4/s1600/61657_1525215843406_1024923606_31540980_5292719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ87MEI_fEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Z1cM2y2q4l4/s400/61657_1525215843406_1024923606_31540980_5292719_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521196746635443266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;OMG that's so close :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and Jonathan once said that they wanted to be the President of Indonesia! After he said that, the viewers screamed and shouted. Hahaha, LOL, FTSK for President! That is so funny. I couldn't imagine it hahaha. Unfortunately, Jonathan didn't say any word in Bahasa Indonesia while usually the artists that perform in Indonesia say one-or-two words in Bahasa Indonesia just to make the viewers happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jonathan also brought 3 lucky viewers to come up on stage. I WAS SO DAMN JEALOUS :'( 2 of them are random, but 1 girl was an Indonesian that lives in Dallas, Texas, named Sasha, and had come to many FTSK shows in USA, talked to FTSK, so they know each other. Jonathan even introduced Sasha on stage to all of the viewers. He said that Sasha came far away from Dallas, Texas, to watch FTSK's performance here. And Sasha was the girl that made FTSK come to Indonesia. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9GSzyMYVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dy2pnE0_fmY/s1600/tumblr_l9caf2xgug1qadz24o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9GSzyMYVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dy2pnE0_fmY/s400/tumblr_l9caf2xgug1qadz24o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521208957131841874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;One random lucky viewer (red shirt) and Sasha: blue shirt, between Jonathan &amp;amp; Austin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo from Tumblr&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;After FTSK performed, it was The Maine's turn. I think that some people left after FTSK's show because I stood nearer the stage. We waited for like 15 minutes for the crew to prepare their instruments. The crews from Java Musikindo also gave us a cup of mineral water for us to drink. THANKS GOD. I felt so thirsty and my voice was back again, even though it's not completely back. After the wait, John, the vocalist, appeared and started playing music. And you know what, JOHN APPEARED TOPLESS!!! Hahaha! He's so skinny! Here's the picts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ89pbTMNPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HOg4N_dHf7g/s1600/tumblr_l9ag4xMUk71qadz24o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ89pbTMNPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HOg4N_dHf7g/s320/tumblr_l9ag4xMUk71qadz24o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521199450091697394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ8-DtZwQ0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/9XMMBFL-q3Q/s1600/tumblr_l9954zeRhs1qzilm4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ8-DtZwQ0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/9XMMBFL-q3Q/s320/tumblr_l9954zeRhs1qzilm4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521199901627663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;from tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(oyya &amp;amp; voiciwindi)&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;John brought one can of Anker beer to stage and so I think he was drunk -____- The Maine's performance was awesome, but I liked FTSK's performance better. Because John seems to be not-so-friendly. But I enjoyed the performance because their songs are awesome. Unfortunately, they didn't play some of my favorite songs from The Maine, which are We All Roll Along from the Can't Stop, Won't Stop album and Listen To Your Heart from the Black &amp;amp; White album.  Anyway, their performance was still great. The Maine's show was a lot more calmer than FTSK, because their songs were relaxing but still catchy. From the whole The Maine performance, Pat Kirch, the drummer, was my favorite. His drum skills are amazing, he looked like he was really enjoying the show, which I see from the way he plays the drum. And also, his hair is so lovely and he has a really cute baby face ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9Arg5psOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TKC2Z9u_LDQ/s1600/zm71bas0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9Arg5psOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TKC2Z9u_LDQ/s400/zm71bas0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521202784489812194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pat Kirch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Maine ended their performance by playing their calm and soothing song: We'll All Be... from their Can't Stop, Won't Stop album. I guessed that they will be playing this song as the last song, and yeah, they did :) That's a really good song choice because the lyrics fit to the condition, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's our last time, to say goodnight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't say goodbye, 'cause in the morning we'll,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll see you around, yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;we'll sing it again, same time tomorrow, yeah we'll all join in"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After The Maine, Hellogoodbye performed. It took like half an hour for the crew to prepare for the instruments. Because Hellogoodbye have like a bit different genre between the two previous performers. Hellogoodbye is some kinda like electronic, like Owl City. And, you know what, I didn't know any of Hellogoodbye's songs except Baby It's Fact and Here In Your Arms. I just heard those songs 3 days before the show and it's because I downloaded it from the internet, just to prepare for the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But, I didn't know the lyrics, I just heard it for like only about 5 times before the show, so I couldn't sing along all through Hellogoodbye's performance. I didn't know the band members' names at all, so I just danced through the music, enjoying their performance. Oh, and a good thing is that their vocalist, Forrest, which I just known his name from Google right after the show, he almost crowd surf, just like Jonathan did. But Forrest did that longer than Jonathan, and I was standing on the front row! Huahaha! Coolness! So I could touch his arm, high fived, and touched his head. YEAAAAH, coolness. He was sweaty, anyway :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9HSFAmCcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vVvQ23DAGyw/s1600/62355_1525222163564_1024923606_31541000_56316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ9HSFAmCcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vVvQ23DAGyw/s400/62355_1525222163564_1024923606_31541000_56316_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521210044087404994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Forrest from Hellogoodbye (singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellogoodbye was the most friendliest performer from the other two. They talked and joked around on stage a lot. They even said that when they were in the Philippines, the people said that they're nerds (yeah, they look like nerds. They wear glasses, polo shirts, etc. :P) Oh kay, well Hellogoodbye was so friendly, they talked to the audiences, they also made silly jokes that I just "hahaha" because it wasn't that funny :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to come home right after The Maine's show, but at the end I felt like it's okay if I just saw Hellogoodbye because I've bought the tickets for the 3 performers! I also got a really good and strategic place, which was on the front row, and also in the middle, in front of the vocalist. So, I decided to watch until the end of the show, which was until 11.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, which is also an FTSK fan, named Adolf, didn't watch The Maine and Hellogoodbye. He just saw FTSK. He knew that I didn't want to watch Hellogoodbye, so he asked me to take pictures outside together with him. But, because I watched until the end of the show, I didn't meet him, while at first we planned to. I first met him accidentally on Boys Like Girls' concert a few months ago. I knew him from Facebook, as an FTSK fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, I went back home and realized that my iPod, named Caleb, is gone. I kinda remembered that I put it on the car's seat and decided to not bring it inside Tennis Indoor because I was afraid of pickpockets. But I couldn't find it anywhere inside my car, while the earphones were there. I was so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh kay, that's enough for the Jakarta Jam story. I hope FTSK will come back to Indonesia soon because I really didn't feel the concert that much because it was not a single concert by FTSK. FTSK MUST COME BACK SOON. And I must go see them again. And I hope that I find my iPod, because I really love my iPod so much. Pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-5403245640657267861?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5403245640657267861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5403245640657267861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5403245640657267861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5403245640657267861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/ftsk-live-in-jakarta-indonesia.html' title='FTSK Live in Jakarta, Indonesia'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/TJ4BGqnHfRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2LAZDSvRJ08/s72-c/x2_1ee7121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7536023067592994594</id><published>2010-09-08T19:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:56:17.486+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labschool debating corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMAN2 TANGERANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina pacis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sman 81'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binus e com'/><title type='text'>Debate, debate, and debate</title><content type='html'>I am joining this year's BINUS E Com. BINUS E Com is a debate competition by Bina Nusantara University. And it will be held at September 15-18. So now, I am practicing every day before September 10. Why? Because our coach, Kak Chris, is going on a holiday on September 10. So, we have to practice much before he goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only have 4 days of practicing. From Monday till Thursday. Friday, Sept 10 is Idul Fitri so everyone's having a holiday on that day. The first day of practicing was a normal day of practice. We had practice at school. We practiced our individual speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day, which is Tuesday, was the day of practicing at SMAN 2 Tangerang Selatan. Alris from Regina Pacis invited me to join the spar there. At SMAN 2 Tangsel, there were 4 schools sparring, which was SMAN 2 Tangsel, SMAN 81, SMA Regina Pacis Bogor, and us, SMA Labschool Rawamangun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spar started at 8 am but we came at 2 pm. Haha. We were late because Kak Chris had to go to the airport first. So we went off from school at 12 pm. We went there by Kak Chris' car. Kak Chris drove the way there. No one of us knew the place. So we were lost several times. I BBMed Deta, one of the Tangsel debaters to ask her the way. But still, we were still lost, unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Tangsel, we practiced our individual speech again. There was something wrong with Banu who was sitting on the front chair. He messed up his speech. He didn't give any definition on his motion at all. So he repeated his speech for like 10 times. Poor him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived there at 2 pm and some debaters from 81, Recis, and Tangsel were case building. Raj, Kak Chris' friend from BINUS International, who his also a coach of Recis, debated too. But it was a humor round. They debated about plastic surgery and ugly people. The audience and also the debaters laughed out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Labschool Rawamangun's turn. Labsraw was against 2 persons from 81, but they're newbies. And the other one was Ryan from Recis, as the third speaker. The motion was difficult. It's about the unethical researches. Labsraw was the opposition team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the debate, we all went home. We went home at 5 but we arrived to school at 7 pm. We broke our fast when we were still on the way. It was raining again and traffic jams were everywhere. Especially the toll road inside Jakarta. So, Kak Chris just turned around at just took the normal road, not the highway. On the way back to school, we exchanged stories. So we knew about the others better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Chris dropped us to school and everyone was picked up already. Then we all went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third day, which was today, was completely fun. Recis joined the practice because Raj, their coach, was sparring at Labsraw with Kak Chris. They brought one friend from BIPEDS, BINUS International's debating club. The name is Gerrard, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first debate of the day, Labsraw against BIPEDS. The motion was freaking difficult. Kak Chris made it. The motion was THW Interfere the Mexico Drug Cartel Violence. We were the negative side of the house. No one of us knew about the Mexico drug cartel except Putu, the trainee adjudicator. Because she doesn't know much about this, we had to research. The WI-FI connection at our school couldn't be used, I didn't know why. Fortunately I brought my small phone so I can research from the normal internet service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set our debate by saying that the Mexican government should not interfere with the drug cartel violence, because they have failed to end this problem and many troops were killed. And we made a solution by sending the troops from the United Nations to Mexico. But then when the debate starts, the affirmative side of the house, which was BIPEDS, used the same solution as us. So, everything that we wrote at the case build, were all useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as the first speaker of the negative team, started my speech blank. I absolutely didn't know what my argument was. That was crazy. At the end, we ended up unhappily because it was a clear winning by the affirmative side of the house. We couldn't tackle down their godly arguments. Of course, they're coaches, so they must have brilliant and unbeatable arguments :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the bad first debate, it was Recis' turn to spar with us. The motion was THW Detain Pastor Terry Jones. Labsraw was the affirmative side of the house so we agreed to detain Terry Jones and the others that were willing to burn the Koran. But the negative side of the house disagreed and they said that they will just let the Koran burnings happen. At the end, the adjudicator, which was Kak Chris, gave the winning to us, the affirmative. Yaaay. But with a really close margin: 1. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the winning, it was Recis' turn to spar against BIPEDS. Ha! But they got a simple and common motion, about allowing torture use to fight terrorism. It was an interesting debate, although BIPEDS have tackled down all Recis' arguments, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spar ended later than estimated. It was planned to end at 5, but at the end, we went home at 6. It was a tiring day, but it was so much fun. Labschool Rawamangun would never done this if we're not coached by Kak Chris. Our previous coach was someone from Universitas Negeri Jakarta, which was not a professional in debating. But after I was elected as the President of Labschool Debating Corps, I changed the coach and all of this great practicing happened to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy that we've got our brand new talented coach. Thanks to Kak Fajri, the LDC founder, for suggesting Kak Chris to me. He's such a talented coach. He's so good at debating, seriously. He has cool practicing techniques that we've never done before with our previous coaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when it was the 1st day of E Com practice, we had our individual speech practice. We were told to make a good 1st speaker of the affirmative side of the house speech. But later on, after I wrote down the points to my really good speech, when it was my turn to speak, Kak Chris told me to speech as if I'm the 1st speaker of the negative side of the house. How shocking. I really had no idea about what to say, seriously. Because I was just making up my speech to be the affirmative side. But suddenly, he told me to be the negative. How sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end, Kak Chris told the benefits of those speech. He said that with this kind of practice, we are forced to think about what to say, in our deepest blankness and unknowingness. So it will be helpful for us if we got a motion that we don't know anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow we're going to have a debate practice again. Unfortunately, it will be the last BINUS E Com practice with Kak Chris because he is having his holiday later. So, later in the competition, we must go there alone and not being trained and motivated by him. A bit sad, if I have to admit it, but we have to try our best and we can't just be dependent on our coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, and that was my story about this 3 days of debate practice. Wish me luck for the debate competition! At least our team breaks into the octo final. But if we go further, then it will be so much better. You know what, Raj told Chris that he's sure that Labschool is going to break! Yeayyy! I'm so happy! I hope it will come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh kay, bye. I gotta go to bed. It's late already. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7536023067592994594?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7536023067592994594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7536023067592994594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7536023067592994594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7536023067592994594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/debate-debate-and-debate.html' title='Debate, debate, and debate'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6511577499943843165</id><published>2010-07-26T21:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:37:33.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Monday</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Today was such a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started with me not arriving school late. What a blast :) Then class starts as usual, study, and do the other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, let's just fast forward to 2 pm, Religion studies, after the 2nd break. It was such a sleepy day because Pak Taslim, the Religion teacher, used the projector, connected to his laptop to teach. The class is cold and the room is dark. What a perfect condition to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bell rang and the teacher got outta class. My chairmate, Riris, went out with Rana and Adit because they had something to do. I laid down my head on the table, put the earphones on, and slept. I saw the time on my iPod to make sure at what time did I start sleeping. It's 2:15 pm. Okay, the next teacher will come soon. But suddenly, I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, checked the time on my iPod, it was 2:45. Oh, I've been sleeping for half an hour! Cool. Then I turned around, seeing the counseling teacher standing in the middle of class. Man, I didn't know that the next teacher has come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked to Fitri: "Fitri! I was sleeping, right? How was the absent call?" She said: "The teacher called your name like several times, but you didn't wake up." Oh kay, I was shocked. I took a drink and looked around again. My body hasn't started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell home rang. I just realized that I was awake 10 minutes before the bell home rang. That was so bad and embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out of class, downstairs, to the science classes. I met my friends there and told them what happened. They laughed at me after they heard my sleeping story. I'm really-really embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the school's lobby to wait for the school's student organization annoucement. But suddenly, someone told us to move to the teachers' 3rd floor room. The announcement were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher gave us a letter, written our names and wether we are in the students organization or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened my letter and saw the result. I got it. I'm in the next students organization presidency. I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends cried because they couldn't believe what they saw. Some of them passed and some of them didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kay, it's 9:35 pm and I have to go, sleep. Bye, everyone. Have a nice dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6511577499943843165?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6511577499943843165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6511577499943843165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6511577499943843165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6511577499943843165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny-monday.html' title='Funny Monday'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7323855187817914999</id><published>2010-07-12T12:44:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:54:37.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 ips 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phineas and ferb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xi ips 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme song'/><title type='text'>11th Grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey! It's July 12th and it's the first day of school. Whoa. We only had 2 weeks of holiday. How lame is that?? I envy the 4 seasons countries, they have 104 days of summer vacation! Okay, well I don't know the exact amount of days they have, but that's what Phineas and Ferb say on their theme song... (Actually this is a Bowling For Soup's song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here, check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xKXYxGfFBig/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKXYxGfFBig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKXYxGfFBig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's 104 days of summer vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school comes along just to end it&lt;br /&gt;So the annual problem for our generation&lt;br /&gt;Is finding a good way to spend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Building a rocket&lt;br /&gt;Or fighting a mummy&lt;br /&gt;Or climbing up the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering something that doesn't exist (Hey! )&lt;br /&gt;Or giving a monkey a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing tidal waves&lt;br /&gt;Creating nanobots&lt;br /&gt;Or locating Frankenstein's brain (It's over here! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a dodo bird&lt;br /&gt;Painting a continent&lt;br /&gt;Or driving your sister insane (Phineas! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot of stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;Before school starts this fall (Come on Perry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna do it all&lt;br /&gt;So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb are&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do it all!&lt;br /&gt;(Mom! Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's what the song says. So, there's a really big difference between Indonesia and the US, we have only 14 days and they got 104 days. 104 minus 14, equals.... 90! 90 days!!!! Whoa, can you believe this? It's such a huge difference! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Well, the sun rises in the east and set in the west. It's something that just happens like that. Just like Indonesia's short holidays. And it can't be changed unless we have 4 seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;First day of school. 11th grade, and I got the social class. In Indonesia, when you're a 10th grader, you have to decide which class you want to study in when you're on the 11th grade. Currently, we have only 3 choices: science class, social class, and the language class. They study the subjects of the class they chose all along the 11 and 12th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;I chose to be in the social class because later, when I go to college, I want to go to the Social and Politics Studies Faculty. What do I need to study chemistry, physics, and biology for if I will not need it in the future? Right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;The first day of school started rough. I forgot to set my alarm last night so I woke up late. I woke up at 6 am when I must arrive at school at 6:30. How cool is that? Fortunately, I live in Rawamangun right now so my house is so close from school. It only takes 15 minutes! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;I woke up and hurried. I ran to the bathroom and showered. After that my dad showered. He's joining me because he had to go to a funeral this morning. Then at 6:22 we went to school. I knew that I'm so late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;The traffic was crazy. So I arrived late. I arrived at 6:45 and the flag raising ceremony was about to start. I immediately ran to the field where the ceremony was being held. Everyone was there. And I searched for my class' line, and I stood behind Riris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;We chatted all along the ceremony. Man, I felt bad. Luckily Pak Marsono, the teacher, didn't take our hats. They took the talking kids' hats, but not me and Riris. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;The flag ceremony ended at about 7:45 am. I went back to class with Jufita, my 10th grader chairmate. I'm not sitting with her again now because I wanna try something different. The same chairmate for 2 years? That's a big no. Hehehe. It's not that I don't want to sit next to her, but I just want to have different experiences :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;I entered the class and the seats are full. Crap, where am I going to sit? That's one of the disadvantages of being late. Then I put my bag on Jufita and Melinda's table. I planned to sit with Riris but she has put her bag on Ines' table because I hadn't come yet when she came. (that was such a long sentence, hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Then I went downstairs with Jufita, to Lady's class. We then went to school's stationary store (koperasi) to buy some school books that Jufita hasn't bought. After that we came back to class. On the way back to class, somebody called my name. I turned over and it was Kak Monic. She's the coordinator of the school's organization Education Section. She said: "Nadira, do you want to join the school's organization?" Me: "Yes, I do." Kak Monic: "education section, okay?" (pointing her finger to the education section's logo) I just smiled. That's so amazing. She wanted me to be her successor. I know her successor, too. It's Kak Bimi. She's a debater, just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;After that, we walked back to Lady's class. Waiting until the clock points to 8. We chatted with Ghea and Novi, my 10th grade classmates. I owe them so many stories. Time goes fast. It's 8 am already. I have to get in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;A few minutes after I entered class, Pak Agus, my class' teacher, came in. He introduced himself. After that, we voted for the class' committee. I was nominated as the class' president. Man, that's superb. But at the end I didn't won because there were 7 candidates. That's not a problem. I became the class secretary with Riris, my chairmate. A class secretary has to write down the absent kids and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Then at 9 we came home. I came home by a bajaj because my house's near now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Wish me luck facing the 11th grade! I want to be a part of the student's organization too!&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/107207652540945664-7323855187817914999?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7323855187817914999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7323855187817914999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7323855187817914999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7323855187817914999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/11th-grade.html' title='11th Grade!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7460160383693897998</id><published>2010-05-23T12:08:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:17:18.989+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new presidency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labschool debating corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhmad kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadira puteri kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><title type='text'>Labschool Debating Corps New Presidency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_jCISeCbTI/AAAAAAAAAek/sH0hNrTuQfM/s1600/19136_283706769455_263804559455_3237918_4528349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_jCISeCbTI/AAAAAAAAAek/sH0hNrTuQfM/s400/19136_283706769455_263804559455_3237918_4528349_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474338794721406258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tw cen mt;"&gt;I would like to say thank you for everyone who has voted me to become the &lt;b&gt;President&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;Labschool Debating Corps&lt;/b&gt; (LDC) for the 2010 - 2011 period. And much big thanks to my Dad who has helped me with the campaign speech. He showed me the keys of winning, like Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" and George W. Bush's "Read my lips". He's a spin doctor for one party president candidate. So he knows so much about this. I couldn't win without his help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;In my presidency later on, I have 4 programs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Everyone is a debater.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tw cen mt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right now, not all LDC members can debate. The persons that join debate competitions never change. It's always that person again and again. And I know that the other LDC members are sick of it. They pay every month as a member of LDC, but they don't know how to debate. So, I am going to make all members of LDC a debater. Not just a good debater, but the best debater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Practice regularly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current condition in LDC is that we just practice debating if we have a competition ahead. Later, in my leadership, LDC is going to practice regularly. Because after I asked some of the debate gods like SMAN 2 Tangerang Selatan (Tangsel), SMAN 81 Jakarta, SMA Regina Pacis Bogor, they practice at least 1 time per week. For example, SMAN 2 Tangsel -- the 1st winner and the best speaker of Labs Interval 2010 -- they practice every Saturday for 6 hours. But for LDC, 6 hours is too much. We just need a 3 hour practice every Friday, from 13.00 - 15.00, at LISA time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Join as many debate competitions as possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can be the school levels, nationals, or even internationals. I hope later in my presidency, LDC is going to send their teams for the internationals. And in every debate competitions, we're going to send as many teams as possible, because every members of LDC are the best debaters, so everyone can join the debate competition. By sending more than 1 team, the possibility to win is bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Find the best coach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding to the fact that our current coach is going to teach at another school and study abroad, we really need a new coach. We really appreciate what she has done to us. She has been a good coach that has leaded us to winning the 3rd positions in many competitions. But from now on, we need a coach that can make us the best. The 1st winners, not the 3rd anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Wish me luck! I hope my dream of changing LDC from good to the best comes true. Amin.&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/107207652540945664-7460160383693897998?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7460160383693897998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7460160383693897998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7460160383693897998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7460160383693897998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/labschool-debating-corps-new-presidency.html' title='Labschool Debating Corps New Presidency'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_jCISeCbTI/AAAAAAAAAek/sH0hNrTuQfM/s72-c/19136_283706769455_263804559455_3237918_4528349_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6367280326408895076</id><published>2010-05-23T11:52:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:04:31.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina pacis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sman 81'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sman 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magreta kailla adenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs interval 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMAN2 TANGERANG selatan cisauk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akarta'/><title type='text'>Labs Interval Debate Winners. Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Congratulations to all the winners of Labs Interval 2010 debate competition!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you again next year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr color="black" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st winner&lt;/b&gt;       : SMAN 2 Tangerang Selatan B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runner up&lt;/b&gt;      : Regina English Association of Debaters (READ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd runner up&lt;/b&gt; : SMAN 13 Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the top 10 &lt;b&gt;best speakers&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Magreta Kailla Adenta&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 2 Tangsel B&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Erwina Salsabila&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 2 Tangsel B&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Gabriel Charlotte&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 81 B&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Yulia Saraswati&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 34 A&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Fiski Aditya&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 2 Tangsel B&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Anggoro Galuh Pandhito&lt;/b&gt; from SMAN 2 Tangsel A&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Alris Alfharisi &lt;/b&gt;from READ&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Kezia Minar Paladina&lt;/b&gt; from READ&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Astidira Apti&lt;/b&gt; from SMA Labsky B&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Ryan Aditama&lt;/b&gt; from READ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6367280326408895076?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6367280326408895076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6367280326408895076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6367280326408895076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6367280326408895076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/labs-interval-debate-winners.html' title='Labs Interval Debate Winners. Congratulations!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8027397509237603174</id><published>2010-05-15T19:45:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:52:53.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erka try hutama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sma labschool kebayoran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs interval 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad naufal da&apos;i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad irfan prawiradinata'/><title type='text'>Labs Interval 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tw cen mt;"&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tw cen mt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog again! I haven't been posting for a long long time. I do missed posting on my lovely one and only, &lt;b&gt;Dira's Blog&lt;/b&gt;. And I still owe you guys many stories about my days, like my experience in the ALSA E-Comp debating competition, biking at Thamrin's car free day, and many more. But these days I've been really-really busy as a bee. Blame school. :P Nah, don't. I do love school, I just hate the much time spent because of it, ha hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Now, why am I using this not-much free time to write on my blog? Because I'm feeling so stoked of one event that my school has. What is it? It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Labschool International Festival 2010 (Labs Interval)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Why am I so stoked? Because I'm one of the committee. :P A not bad position, it's the &lt;b&gt;Debate Tournament Director &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;(later on, I'll call it DTD). Sounds big. Yeah, it is big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S-6YSRostaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3O1oW31LSho/s1600/31726_1409213542907_1009521454_1179406_2317198_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S-6YSRostaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3O1oW31LSho/s320/31726_1409213542907_1009521454_1179406_2317198_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471478037040903586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Actually, at the committee list, I'm the secretary, the one that makes the invitations, sponsorship proposals, and many more. But I do many jobs. Besides the secretary, I'm also the Debate Tournament Director (I've stated it before) and one of the LOs (Liaison Officers). I'm the LO of SMA Labschool Kebayoran debate team A. As far as I know, a DTD is not allowed to be an LO because the DTD is supposed to watch the LOs' work, watch the adjus, and stuff like that. But I got bored staying at the debaters hall and walk around checking the classes. So I just put myself as an LO. And fortuitously, we had lack of LOs so I put myself as one. Ha ha ha. Oh, okay. Let's rewind the tape to yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Labs Interval 2010 started yesterday (Friday, May 14th, 2010). The first activity on this event was the festival about local and international culture. We invited Paul from T-Five band to perform on the festival. We invited Galaxy Fusion, a jazz band contains of 6 Bekasi Kids. This band performed at Labs Recital, too. I know the drummer and the guitarist. So I was the one that invited them. And they wanted to perform for free. But... Down poured the rain and Galaxy Fusion canceled performing at Labs Interval. And I was like, ergh, man, they're so impossible. The guitarist said to me that yes, they can come and they will come. But, after 1 hour waiting, they didn't come. He texted me their apology that they're not coming to Labs Interval because of the rain. It wasn't a reasonable reason. So, next time, I will just invite Tilu Jalmi (which is also a Jazz band, performed at Labs Recital.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Okay, enough for the festival. So, before the festival starts, I was at the registration desk, working on the registration. (I told you that I did many things!) I managed the registration fee, signed the receipt and put a stamp above my signature. (Huahahahahaha. I felt like a boss. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;And the debate participants were 16. Different from the participants list, confirmed by phone: 21. After the registration was closed, I watched the festival. And then the technical meeting (TM) starts at 4 pm. There were some schools complaining the TM time. The contact persons on the invitations (which is not me) said that the TM is on 1 pm. Actually, they said that because they want people to come at 1 pm and watch the festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;As a DTD, I had to open the TM. I didn't know that I had to open the TM, like, for real! I didn't practice my speaking at all! So I just asked Kak Naufal, which is the Chief Adjudicator (CA) and Kak Irfan, the DCA (Deputy Chief Adjudicator).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;4 pm. The representatives of each debate team has entered the room. There are some teams that didn't come, too. And I was like, oh man, I haven't practiced my speaking but now everyone's here! So, I just did my job, with a text on my hand. Hahaha. After that, Kak Naufal and Kak Irfan presented the debate seminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;The TM and debate seminar ended at 5 pm. I closed it and said that the LOs are not allowed to go outside the room because we were having a meeting. But after that, Bu Arifah called me to her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;And what was she talking aboutttt? It was about the incentives for the adjudicators. She didn't approve the fee. Then she negotiated with Kak Naufal and Kak Irfan. I felt so bad to them because Bu Arifah cut down their incentives, different than the one that I told them. (My suggestion incentives has been approved by the committee, just FYI.) The negotiation went long but Dad has been calling me. The negotiation finished at 5.45 pm. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;Now, about today. I started the day sitting at the front desk, for the re-registration. Then suddenly, a couple of people wearing the same batiks that my school has, approached me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A white skinned, long haired, guy with glass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;es:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hey, I want to register our teams for the Labs Interval 2010 debate comp."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eh? The registration was closed yesterday!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well, we phoned the contact person, which is Dinda. And she said that it's okay to not attend the TM yesterday and register today."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, confused:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No...... You're not!! Ah, how is thisssssssss???" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy, which is also confused:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Loh, how could you? seifjjdkfjaeoifjdoawiesjdxaowejdfaslkejfd" &lt;/i&gt;(I forgot the exact words he said, but it was completely showing his confusion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, really confused:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh my God, sorry. cmajdresjkdfaowejdfdfws" &lt;/i&gt;(Me, explaining that the contact person written on the invitation doesn't know anything about this year's Labs Interval because she had never joined any meeting. AT ALL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;The guy looked angry. And confused. If I were him, I would also feel it too. And the worst thing is, THEY DON'T KNOW THE MOTIONS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;.Yeah, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AT ALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;The contact person said that the motions will be given at the D-day and the participants are allowed to bring laptops and internet modems for researching. After that guy (which is also cute. Ha ha ha) said that, I was like, oh man, this is soooo bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He became more red. He also wanted to pay the registration fee, but Kak Tyas, the receipt holder, hasn't come yet. So I just told him to wait and did some researches. I gave him the motions that I've printed out and photocopied. I told him to use this short time as well as they could for researching, and they did my suggestion. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then the guy approached me again, to pay. Kak Tyas hasn't come yet. I told him to wait. Then suddenly Kak Tyas arrived. Alhamdulillahirobbil alamin. (I should've gone down on my knees and said alhamdulillah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sujud syukur maksudnyeeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) But no, I didn't. Hahaha. But the one that holds the stamp didn't come. So I just gave the receipt without it being stamped. Alhamdulillah they approved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then another problem arose. We don't have enough LOs. Ergh. Erka, the chief LO, panicked. He brought my phone to call the seniors to come. But they can't come that early. So, I just put myself as an LO. Erka was happy. I was an LO for SMA Labschool Kebayoran A (Labsky A).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first motion of the 1st preliminary round was an impromptu motion. I suggested it to Kak Naufal. It was a preference motion. About Pop Culture. My team got the affirmative side of the house with THBT Fashion Industry does more Harm than Good as the motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My team won the 1st round!! WHOOOOOOOOOOO!! They played against SMAN 71 Jakarta. My team won with a margin (score difference) of 5. And that's considered as a big one in debating competitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The second round. Kak Naufal needed me. He wanted me to standby at the Debaters' Hall. So I did what he said and stayed at the Debaters' Hall. Salsa took my place as my team's LO. I was so sad leaving them. :'( - exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then, you know what? They lost the 2nd round. With a margin of 1. The motion headline was 'Religious'. (I guess they lost because it's not me who LOd them. Hahaha, kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3rd round. I got back being an LO of Labsky A. Because Salsa had to go home. They played against SMAN 5 Bekasi. The motion was THBT Indonesian Military Doctrine of 'pertahanan semesta' brings more harm than good. But it was a silent round. So they didn't know whether they won or lost until they arrived at the Debaters' Hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After the 3rd round, we gave a 1 hour break for them to pray and have lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breaking announcement. I announced the teams who break into the quarterfinal round. And guess what? MY TEAM BROKE INTO THE NEXT ROUND!!!! WHOOOOO! (Because of meee!!!! See, when they were LOd by Salsa, they didn't win. But when they were LOd by me, they won. How cool is that? :P) And I said a huge congratulations to my team! I'm so glad that yesterday they were panicked like what because they didn't know the motions at all, but now, they broke into the next round!!!! How cool is thatttt? I'm so proud of them. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I feel bad to SMA Pribadi Depok. They were like the most excited team that I know that wants to join Labs Interval 2010. I knew them from ALSA E-Comp. I faced them at the pre e-comp. (I've written the post about that here, right?) And they won!! They're good, you know? I feel so bad to Steinick Parulian, Muhammad Candrasa, and Annas Jiwa Pratama. Don't be sad, guys. You guys are great. But maybe this year's not your luck. Don't worry, Labs Interval is our annual event! So don't miss our next year's debate competition! You have to win this time! I'm so gonna invite you guys! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hm, what was I going to write again? Ah, about the adjus' incentives. There was a problem again... The money to pay the adjus is with Mrs. Arifah. But she has come home. The money had to be given at that day because not all adjus are gonna continue adjudicating tomorrow... And Kak Naufal was like so upsettttt. I felt so bad to him, too. The adjus came for money, right? But they didn't get their money that they wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh okay. I guess that's all. Oh no, not yet. I went home at 4 pm but my driver is not at school. He is driving Mom, Dad, Dedoy, and Jean to Manggarai, buying a bike. I hated it so much. But fortunately Jufita is still there and I went to Jufita's house, waiting to be picked up by mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'tw cen mt', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay I think that's all. I'm sleepy. It's 9:50 pm on my laptop's clock. I need to wake up early tomorrow. Oh, and my family is going to bike at the Car Free Day at Jalan Pemuda tomorrow! Isn't that cool? I do envy them a lot, but I have Labs Interval to attend. Which is much more important. :D&lt;/span&gt;&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/107207652540945664-8027397509237603174?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8027397509237603174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8027397509237603174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8027397509237603174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8027397509237603174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/labs-interval-2010.html' title='Labs Interval 2010'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S-6YSRostaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3O1oW31LSho/s72-c/31726_1409213542907_1009521454_1179406_2317198_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-9136107451379177908</id><published>2010-04-11T09:24:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:57:14.077+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lia pramuka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alsa e-comp 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frate 83'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fhui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre alsa e-comp 2010'/><title type='text'>Pre ALSA E-Comp 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S8EzfnZpMbI/AAAAAAAAAds/eAcI4MLutBQ/s1600/556px-universitas_indonesia-svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S8EzfnZpMbI/AAAAAAAAAds/eAcI4MLutBQ/s320/556px-universitas_indonesia-svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458700841595253170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really amazing day yesterday! I went to the best university in Indonesia, Universitas Indonesia. My team were invited to attend the Pre ALSA E-Comp 2010 by the chief adjudicator, Ms. Aida. She invited me through a text message. Here's what she wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good evening, this is Aida CA of ALSA Ecomp. We are going to hv Pre Ecomp (a simulation of Ecomp as a warm up) on April 10th, frm 8 am til 12 pm. It will an honor if ur team can participate! Pls reply asap. Thx ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you haven't known, ALSA E-Comp is an annual event created by the University of Indonesia's law students (ALSA Local Chapter University of Indonesia). ALSA (Asian Law Students Association) is an institution which its members are the students of law schools from various nations in Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and FHUI (Fakultas Hukum Universitas Indonesia - UI law faculty) was my dad's campus! He was so stoked that I came there. Hahaha. He entered on 1983 and his year name is Frate '83. Frate comes from the word 'fraternity'. And they have a group on Blackberry Messenger. My dad chats a lot to them. And he always LOLed after reading the messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, not every team is invited to attend the Pre E-Comp! I  know that from Cakra, the LO. An LO is a person that accompanies a team everywhere at a debate competition. So an LO's jobs are to write the motions, show the way to the debate room, distribute the given foods and drinks to the team, be their teams' consultant, and many more! Being an LO looks real fun. An LO can know his team really well. Cause an LO is the person that goes everywhere his team goes! :D Actually, LO is an abbreviation of something. But I don't know what it is. My mom said it's Liaison Officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay well I'll tell you the story about yesterday. First, I came to school at 6:45 am. Hanif, my teammate was already there. He's arrived since 6:15 am. Hahaha. Poor him. Then a few minutes later, Erka's substitute came. It's Bunga. Yesterday Erka said that he couldn't come because he had to practice baseball. But suddenly, after Bunga arrived, Hanif said that Erka is able to come. I was like, oh crap. Erka is so confusing! Poor Bunga, she had to return back home. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Erka came 1 hour after and I was like, whaattt we're going to be late!!! The debate starts at 8 am and Erka came at 7:50. I was so frustrated on that time. On the way there, one ALSA E-Comp committee called me, I'm the contact person, anyway. So everyone calls and texts to me! :D She said, "is Labschool going to attend the Pre-Ecomp?" And I said yes, we're currently on the way. We're a bit late. On that time, I was so afraid that the debate was going to start and we're the only team that hasn't arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, the traffic was clear so we arrived there about 10 minutes after the call. And my driver, Pak Tu knows the way so we don't need to ask anyone. We arrived at FHUI and we were confused about the place. I called the ALSA committee to ask her where's the debaters hall. She said that it's at the Balai Sidang. Then we searched for the room. We asked the people there because we don't know where the Balai Sidang is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we entered the Balai Sidang. There's a giant photo of someone there. My dad said that it's Dr. Soetono. But I don't know who he is. Just like the Balai Sidang's name, Balai Sidang Dr. Soetono. The place was cool, haha. I like the chairs. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 3 teams, including me, that have arrived. I thought that we were late! But fortunately we weren't! Then the match up begins. For the first round, on the list, my team should've played against SMAI Al-Izhar. But only one person from Al-Izhar that came. So we played against SMA Pribadi. I don't know where SMA Pribadi is. Erka said that it's a home schooling service. Because the name is Pribadi, or 'personal' in English. But no, it's not a home schooling service. It's a normal school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then our LO came to us. The LO was different. It's Kak Sika, a girl, not Kak Cakra. She said that she's our LO for round 1. Only for round 1. Then we got to know each other. She said that she's from SMAN 8 and her junior high school was from SMAI Al-Azhar Rawamangun, my school's neighbor. She was graduated a year ago. Then I asked her which one's Cakra. She pointed to one blue t-shirted guy. "That's Cakra. The guy with the blue t-shirt," she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh... I was like, wow. He's a cute good-lookin guy! :DD It was right what I said to my friends at school after I got a text from him. I said to my friends that my LO is going to be cute, because I can see it from his name, Cakra. HAHAHA. And actually, yeah! He's really cute! Ha, congratulations for me! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1st round motion was an impromptu. Of course. We got "THW Rehabilitate Criminals instead of Punishing Them". We were the affirmative side of the house. We won the 1st round with just a margin of 1, haha. Shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the 2nd round. The motion was another impromptu, "THBT Democracy is the best system for all nations". We played against SMAN 1 Tangerang. They're one of debate gods... Hahaha. Yeah, their coach is Deni from Atma Jaya. Atma Jaya people are debate gods, too! Haha. I want to have a coach from Atma Jaya. It must be really great. It can improve LDC's (Labs Debating Corps) performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sucked at this round. We got the opposite side of the house, which believes that democracy is not the best system for all nations. The argument well I can say, rubbish. Ha kidding. Really, I had no idea about this! :D We lost this round with a margin of 2. Shame, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, after the 2nd round, we went home. By my car again. Before we went home, we got food to eat from the committee. Cakra distributed the food to us. Again, he's so cute. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was rice plus a slice of cucumber and a piece of lettuce plus sambal and an Indonesian omelette. The egg contains veggies, meatballs, and otak-otaks. Not too bad. Without the sambal, I don't know how will it tastes like. Sambal rules. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ate the food at my car on the way home. The traffic was so crazy, not like the time we went there. I arrived school at 2:45 pm. We went off from UI around 1:30 pm. Then after I dropped Erka and Hanif at school, I went to my english course, LIA Pramuka. I studied there until 7 pm. What a tiring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-9136107451379177908?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9136107451379177908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=9136107451379177908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9136107451379177908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9136107451379177908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-alsa-e-comp-2010.html' title='Pre ALSA E-Comp 2010'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S8EzfnZpMbI/AAAAAAAAAds/eAcI4MLutBQ/s72-c/556px-universitas_indonesia-svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5622624436584153178</id><published>2010-04-08T11:21:00.019+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:04:33.166+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapanuli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taradiga dingdang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irsandi prasaja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs recital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galaxy fusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tilu jalmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanggar balet sangrila'/><title type='text'>Labs Recital 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71gXZQkWpI/AAAAAAAAAck/BsK1NKGTk3I/s1600/IMG_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71gXZQkWpI/AAAAAAAAAck/BsK1NKGTk3I/s400/IMG_3796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624278476544658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo taken by Malinda Puteri Kusaeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday, April the 3th, 2010, SMA Labschool Jakarta has successfully done their annual classic music event: Labs Recital. It was placed at Gedung Kesenian Jakarta, Central Jakarta. To watch this show, you need to pay at least Rp 85.000,00 to sit on the balcony. But if you want to sit in front of the stage, you need to pay more. Rp 130.000,00 for the standard class, and Rp 150.000,00 for the VIP class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the tickets were too expensive that I only bought 2 tickets on the balcony for Mom and Dedoy. I told my piano teacher to come, but he was shocked by the tickets prizes. So he didn't come. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first performance was Ballet dance from Sanggar Ballet Sangrila. Then my friend, Nadia performed a piano solo. She played Sonata Patethique 2nd Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I performed choir with Labs Choir there. I'm the Sopran voice, which means the woman high voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71cerET6SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ye8Ofb5cvkc/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71cerET6SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ye8Ofb5cvkc/s400/IMG_4709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457620005469546786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo taken by Evita Purnamasari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang 3 songs. The first song was Climb Every Mountain, the second song is Semangat Mojopahit Sriwijaya, and the last song, the most catchy song, Taradiga Dingdang, a song from Tapanuli. I think our performance wasn't so outstanding. But the viewers said it was awesome. Well then, thank you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a music ensemble buy Labschool students, too. I love it when they performed the song: Kopi Dangdut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71jBxJrBrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9oo4JA3AzhA/s1600/IMG_4668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71jBxJrBrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9oo4JA3AzhA/s400/IMG_4668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457627205467834034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo taken by Evita Purnamasari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite performance was the solo piano by a guy - I don't know who his name is - who played Gundul-Gundul Pacul. He's also not a Labschool student. But he can be a Labschool alumni, I don't know. He arranged that Indonesian traditional song into a really amazing song! I wanted to cry. He was sooooooo amazing. I wanted to give him a standing applause, but nobody did that. So I just clapped my hands loudly and screamed. I'm so sad that I didn't give him a standing applause at the end. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71lN-UneTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/U7cYQYoJis0/s1600/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71lN-UneTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/U7cYQYoJis0/s400/IMG_4752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457629614185085234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71maJT1CyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/P9Bn5kGZcKk/s1600/IMG_4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71maJT1CyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/P9Bn5kGZcKk/s400/IMG_4753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457630922804628258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photos taken by Evita Purnamasari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what, he talked to my at backstage!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me who holds the rundown but I was in a hurry on that time so I just answered: "I don't know, I'm not the crew. You can ask that lady." (My finger was pointing to Bu Ohen, the music teacher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so bad to him!!! He's like he's panicked. Maybe he wants to know when is his turn. But I didn't help him at all!!! :( I'm so sorry, Mr. Outstanding Piano Player. Oh, and he was also going to sit next to me at backstage! Not actually 'next to me', but he sits next to his friend, which sits next to me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great performance was by Galaxy Fusion. They're not a Labschool band. I forgot what song did they performed, but they were great. Let me introduce you to the band members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71ouKmzJUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Bb5ken--WtI/s1600/IMG_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71ouKmzJUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Bb5ken--WtI/s400/IMG_3826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457633465773270338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo taken by Malinda Puteri Kusaeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the left, behind the piano is &lt;b&gt;Fajar Nursena&lt;/b&gt; at the keyboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the guitar is &lt;b&gt;Revino Bawuna.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Saxophone: &lt;b&gt;Benedictus Galihkai&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarinet: &lt;b&gt;Jonathan Prawira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bass: &lt;b&gt;Joshua Emmanuel, &lt;/b&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the drums is &lt;b&gt;Refki Nanda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And their drummer is Melinda and Zeni's cousin! Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you watch them from the standard or VIP seat, you're not able to see Revino and Fajar! They're blocked by the grand piano! Poor them, haha. But people who sits on the balcony is able to see them. My mom and my sister sits on the balcony so they can see everything without getting blocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? Hmm... Let me think. There was also a performance by Ecoutez and Mocca. But I didn't watch Mocca because I left while Ecoutez was performing. It's because Nadia left. And I didn't want to watch alone. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and a band that I was waiting to see was &lt;b&gt;Tilu Jalmi&lt;/b&gt;. But unfortunately, I didn't watch them because I left. :( Sooo sad. Everyone says that Tilu Jalmi was awesome! I soooo regret my early leaving thing. :( And I also didn't get a photo of Tilu Jalmi. Actually, I haven't asked every documenter crew, I just asked Evita. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, okay, if I've got the pic, I'll post it here! And if I've known Mr. Outstanding Piano Player's name, I will also write it here! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, can you spot which one is me at this choir photo? If you can, then you're awesome! :D My piano teacher, Pak Rantos, didn't even found me! Hahahaha. So, can you guess which one is me? Clue: I'm on the front row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71sJaeguQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CVx78KvDZeI/s1600/IMG_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71sJaeguQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CVx78KvDZeI/s400/IMG_4692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457637232424827138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted me? No? Okay, Here's a zoomed picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71tTWtw3UI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HCWeMERMFgw/s1600/IMG_4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71tTWtw3UI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HCWeMERMFgw/s400/IMG_4694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638502725377346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still haven't found me? Ah, you. How come? :P Okayyyy.... I'll show you which one is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71uMvsanpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dDDcAuyMGbc/s1600/padus+saya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71uMvsanpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dDDcAuyMGbc/s400/padus+saya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457639488683155090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photos taken by Evita Purnamasari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Easy, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyy that's all about the Labs Recital. I really hope that next year, my year's Labs Recital, will invite Kevin Aprilio as the guest star! Amin!!! I'm a huge fan of him!!! :D And I also hope that I'll play piano solo next year! Amin!!! Oh, one more. I also hope that next year I'll be the crew chief! Amin amin ya robbal alamin!!! So I can talk to Kevin Aprilio. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-5622624436584153178?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5622624436584153178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5622624436584153178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5622624436584153178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5622624436584153178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/labs-recital-2010.html' title='Labs Recital 2010'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71gXZQkWpI/AAAAAAAAAck/BsK1NKGTk3I/s72-c/IMG_3796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4115530323328619493</id><published>2010-04-08T10:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:25:31.327+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adityo cahyo prabowo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rizky pebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuyono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanti yulianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andre reksa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fajar nursena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulu nursyifa'/><title type='text'>No School for Today! :D</title><content type='html'>Hey!! Believe it or not, I'm at home right now. It's Thursday and I should've been at school. Wanna know why? It's a long story. Well, here it is....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went off to school as usual, at 5:45 am. We weren't late on that time. I took a bath before Dedoy. Because Mom says I spend a lot of time taking a shower. (Not really.) Then after I had my shower, I sat next to Mom at the living room while I'm having my breakfast. I had nasi goreng (fried rice) today. And it's sooo spicy. My Mba (maid) made it too spicy. I'm not used to eat rice for breakfast. I usually eat either cereal, oatmeal, or bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I talked to Mom. We're hugging each other. (I always do that in the morning. It's like charging my body's battery. Haha) Then I said to mom that yesterday I was late because I went to the printing place to print my bahasa Indonesia speech. And I told her if I'm late again, school will return me back home. (Because I've reached the limit: 3 times. HAHA.) After she heard that, she immediately told Dedoy to be quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting my daily money, a kiss from mom, and another hug, I entered the car. Pak Tuyono, my driver was already there. I inserted my Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls CD to the CD player then Dedoy entered the car. We left at 5:44 am. I always check the time I left from my cell phone. Then 2 texts appeared. One from Fajar, Galaxy Fusion's pianist and another one from Aida, the ALSA E-Comp chief adjudicator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the blue, the traffic were stuck. Weird. It's so unusual. It was already 6:20 and we're still near Buaran. Crazy! I wonder what caused this traffic. Oh, there was crash between two Metromini buses and a motorcycle - I guess - on the other side! The crash seems to be crazy! Because the Metrominis' front window was crashed all over! And the body were dented. Ckckck. Those Metrominis caused such a heavy traffic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so anxious that Pak Bubun and Pak Parno will return me back home because I've reached the late limit. Then I told Pak Tu to enter our school from the campus, not from Pemuda Street. Because if Pak Bubun sees me, he'll return me back home. Pak Bubun and Pak Parno usually checks the late kids at the main enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and this is Pak Parno, the school's student deputy principal : (just FYI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71WxeWVjfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2s1gRp5M_uA/s1600/pak+parno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71WxeWVjfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2s1gRp5M_uA/s320/pak+parno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457613731403238898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Pak Bubun, the boys' PE teacher:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71X_NNhHNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2S0ULD_TpXc/s1600/pak+bubun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71X_NNhHNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2S0ULD_TpXc/s320/pak+bubun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457615066832641234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Then Dedoy denied. She didn't want to enter from UNJ, the campus. But I just told Pak Tu to not listen to her and do my command. She still denied. Then I texted Momma that I chose to enter from UNJ or if I don't, I'm not allowed to go to school. Then she said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way there, the traffic were worse than the way that we're used to pass. I was feeling more anxious because the clock shows 6:50 am. I am soooo late. Mom couldn't stop texting me, asking my position. She were damned angry. But I understand that she's on her period and she got PMS. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally I arrived at the campus. I didn't know the way to our school's back gate. It was my first time. My friends, Jufita and Indy, which their houses are at the UNJ campus complex, usually enter school from the back gate. Then I called Jufita to ask her where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I found the gate! There was a guy at the elementary school, informing me that the gate has been locked. And I was like, he's lying. I didn't believe him. I tried to open the gate, but unfortunately, it was locked by a huge padlock. There was a guy with a blue t-shirt and I asked him to open the gate but he said it was locked by the security. He was just a contractor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that time, I was on the phone with mom. She asked her my position. Again. I said: "wait, i'm checking." Then I told her that the gate is closed. Then she was so mad. Dedoy too. She wanted to go home. Then I phoned Tuyono to pick us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was walking out of the gate, there were 3 SMA students. Oh, it was Kak Pebra, Kak Lulu, and Kak Andre. I asked Kak Pebra and Kak Andre what were they doing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: "The gate has been locked, Kak. You're also late?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Pebra&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: "Yes, I am. You too, Dir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: "Yes. And I went here to prevent from getting myself returned back home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Pebra&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: "Haha, me too. I've reached 4 times."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: "Kak Andre, you're late, too?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Andre&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: "Yes, I've reached 4 times too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Kak Lulu hasn't reached her limit. She wanted to enter the main gate but Kak Pebra didn't want to. Then suddenly another person arrived. Ha. Everyone knows the back gate. They were all hiding theirselves from Pak Bubun and Pak Parno. It was Kak Tyo. He's school OSIS Brigade. He's also my team's OSIS on the Observation Trip (TO).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I just walked away. I don't know what were those people are going to do next. Pak Tu has picked us up. Me and Dedoy waited at Bank Bukopin, UNJ. Then I laughed. I told Pak Tu what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back home. I updated my twitter and texted some of my friends at school, informing them that I returned home. They were like, why? And I explained everything. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way home was also stuck. It's because the Metrominis were still there and the shattered glass were everywhere! I took some pics from my cell phone on the way home. So you guys will believe that all of this ARE TRUE. So the reason why I was late wasn't because I was slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photos are below this post, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I arrived home, I waved to my Mba and laughed. She already knew what's happening from Mom. Mom was angry so Mba heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a text from mom and dad saying that next time I have to go to school earlier. But the nuance of the texts are different to each other. Dad's text were calm and unserious. And he only sent 2 short and brief texts. While Mom's texts were sooo long. She reached 3 text messages on the first text and the second one, 2 text messages. What a difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived home, I changed my school uniform to a sports outfit. I wanted to jog around the house complex. And yeah, I did. But only 10 minutes. It was really tiring. Hahaha. But I felt slimmer. I did 20 push-ups after. I hope it'll help me lose my weight! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4115530323328619493?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4115530323328619493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4115530323328619493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4115530323328619493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4115530323328619493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-school-for-today-d_08.html' title='No School for Today! :D'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71WxeWVjfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2s1gRp5M_uA/s72-c/pak+parno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-327250390309968311</id><published>2010-04-08T10:40:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:53:25.602+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malinda puteri kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuyono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metromini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car crash'/><title type='text'>The Metromini Crash Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71QgVQTJuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/D_PxQkKKZAM/s1600/jalanan+macet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71QgVQTJuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/D_PxQkKKZAM/s400/jalanan+macet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457606839834453730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Q4HIznpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZbK-KhIBYYo/s1600/jalanan+macet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Q4HIznpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZbK-KhIBYYo/s400/jalanan+macet2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457607248361791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;See, the traffic were crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The shattered glass were everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Rb3MeE5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/uk8zyX7kAB4/s1600/kaca+pecah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Rb3MeE5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/uk8zyX7kAB4/s400/kaca+pecah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457607862557479826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;This is one of the Metromini that caused all the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71SKxvsAcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hQNgDAfBxZg/s1600/METROMINI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71SKxvsAcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hQNgDAfBxZg/s400/METROMINI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457608668548432322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's Dedoy. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The tow truck has arrived....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Sl_xt66I/AAAAAAAAAb8/QOp5bSSJYJ0/s1600/mobil+derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71Sl_xt66I/AAAAAAAAAb8/QOp5bSSJYJ0/s400/mobil+derek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457609136171510690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-327250390309968311?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/327250390309968311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=327250390309968311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/327250390309968311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/327250390309968311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/metromini-crash-photos.html' title='The Metromini Crash Photos'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S71QgVQTJuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/D_PxQkKKZAM/s72-c/jalanan+macet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6133332770013337211</id><published>2010-03-27T14:07:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:40:02.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian reza wibowo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introvert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrapersonal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radhian amandito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linguistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Seeing something new on my profile? The one below the 'About Me' section? Yes, it's new. I just added it. It's a personality graph! I just had my personality test on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.mypersonality.info/&lt;/span&gt;. I love to do personality tests and see the results! But I hate IQ tests. They really screw me up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first saw that personality graph on Kak Tian's blog a long long time ago. And recently I just saw it again when I was doing a research for my next month ALSA debate competition. I saw it from Kak Radhian's blog. I was googling about something and Kak Radhian's blog were on the search results. Oh, but I was googling randomly, not about the research. I googled something, like, LDC - Labschool Debating Corps (my school's debating organization) and Kak Radhian's post about the LDC logo with its meanings showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I clicked on the 2009 posts (the latest ones). Ah, about biotechnology. Not interested at all to read them. I mean, I have no idea about them so I just scrolled down to see the other posts. Then I saw the same personality graph as the one I saw on Kak Tian's. I became interested to get one. I clicked on it and the website popped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then took the test. It has 76 problems for the Personality Test and 80 problems for the Multiple Intelligences Test. Then I was stunned by the result. Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadirakusaeni.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/19/198240.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the Personality Test graph. I'll give you the explanations about it. I got the INTP personality, which is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ntroverted, i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tuition, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hinking, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;erceiving. The population of INTP people are 2.5% in the world. And 1% of females are INFTPs. Wow, I'm rare! I must be kept in a museum! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people are ESTJs (13%) - Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Judging. And the least people are INFJs - Introverted, Intuition, Feeling, and Judging (1%). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw the result, I was shocked when I saw that I'm 79% introvert! I'm that much loner? Wow. Well I can see it, though. I prefer to work things alone rather than doing with the others cause I think that people will just ruin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was amazed when I saw the people with INFJs! They're like Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Blaise Pascal, and Charles Darwin! For the fictional characters, they said that I'm like Brian Griffins, the dog from Family Guy. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-MlQLQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Va8Pnsb7EBo/s1600/BEGJ000Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-MlQLQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Va8Pnsb7EBo/s200/BEGJ000Z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453223847183204610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-cyFGS0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/7SE06JCCRS4/s1600/brian-griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-cyFGS0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/7SE06JCCRS4/s200/brian-griffin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453224125504310082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-cyFGS0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/7SE06JCCRS4/s1600/brian-griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What? I'm similar to them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a brief explanation about INTPs:&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;INTPs are logical, individualistic, reserved, and very curious individuals. They focus on ideas, theories and the explanation of how things work. They are especially adept at discussions and debate. They have the ability to focus intently on a subject. They appreciate and respect intelligence in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's the Multiple Intelligence result. -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadirakusaeni.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/19/198242.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incredible! My greatest intelligences are Linguistic, Musical, and Intrapersonal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what they say about &lt;b&gt;Lingusitic&lt;/b&gt; people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People with Linguistic intelligence love and are talented with words. They enjoy reading, writing and learning languages. They have an ability to teach and explain things to others. They learn best by reading, taking notes and going to lectures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Common Characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Notices grammatical mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Often speaks of what they have read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Likes to use "fancy" words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Loves word games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cherishes their book collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Easily remembers quotes and famous sayings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Likes puns and rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoys writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoys foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Always enjoyed English class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Career Matches:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Writer (any type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Public Speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Politician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Broadcaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;English / Writing Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Actor / Actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeay! Don't you see the careers they suggested me? A &lt;b&gt;politician&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;b&gt;journalist&lt;/b&gt;. I wanna be one of them one day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explanation about&lt;b&gt; musical&lt;/b&gt; intelligenced people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People with musical intelligence love music. They appreciate rhythm and composition. They are gifted with the ability to compose, sing and/or play instrument(s). Able to recognize sounds, tones and rhythm, they have a "good ear" for music. They learn best through lectures and often use rhythm and music as a way to memorize things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intrapersona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;l &lt;/b&gt;intelligence explanation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;People with intrapersonal intelligence are adept at looking inward and figuring out their own feelings, motivations and goals. They are introspective and seek understanding. They are intuitive and typically introverted. They learn best independently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww that's so me!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all for the personality post. Sorry for making it long. And I'd like to say thanks to Kak Tian's and Kak Radhian's blog for introducing me to this personality test website! I'm so happy for it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6133332770013337211?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6133332770013337211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6133332770013337211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6133332770013337211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6133332770013337211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S62-MlQLQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Va8Pnsb7EBo/s72-c/BEGJ000Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1184650803279305288</id><published>2010-03-26T08:50:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:33:03.237+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhmad kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duta suara musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mal kelapa gading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live like we&apos;re dying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the script'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neidy priadisti laksmita'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wVKtuIIBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bg-au9oEWqc/s1600/kris-allen-ai-25feb09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wVKtuIIBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bg-au9oEWqc/s400/kris-allen-ai-25feb09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452756522654769170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hey! I'm a big fan of this guy! He's the winner of American Idol season 8, beating Adam Lambert, who is the runner up of this season. I wasn't a fan of him before. I was a fan of Adam Lambert because his voice is so stunning and he's also cute. But when I found out that he's gay, I then turned over to Kris Allen. Kris Allen (Kristopher Neil Allen), was born on June 21, 1985 (his birthday is 2 days before my birthday!!! We have the same sign, Kris!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥) and he auditioned for the American Idol in Louisiville, Kentucky.&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, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wdus4pJpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PHu5G8gC61o/s1600/kris-allen-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wdus4pJpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PHu5G8gC61o/s200/kris-allen-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452765936998753938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to write about him? Because dad just bought me his album because of my good mid semester scores. :D thanks, Dad. Okay, so this is going to be like a review about this album. But it's more like my opinion and thoughts about this album. Keep on reading! You'll get intrigued to buy his album!!!&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, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;I love this album soooo much. I can say that it's one of my favorite albums that I've ever bought. I wanted to buy this album because I like his first single of his album: Live Like We're Dying. The music is great, his vocals are awesome, the lyrics are amazing. But at first I think that his music sounded like The Script, an Irish band, but based in London, England. And my friend, Neidy, agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;I liked this album since the first time it got into my ears (at Mom's car, when we're driving back home after buying the CD at Duta Suara Musik, Mal Kelapa Gading.). I kinda heard like my mom said that the songs are good. But I think I heard that wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Back to the album. My favorite songs from the album are: (sorted from the track number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Live Like We're Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;The Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Let It Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;But the song that I like the most is The Truth! The song is so soothing! (I think all of the songs from the album are soothing!) So it's really good to listen to this album when you're trying to relax! I like to play this CD when I'm on the way home from CCF at night or when I'm on the way to school when it's still dark in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;And when I listen to his songs, I can feel like I'm watching Kris singing in front of me! His music is so real and amazing. Undescribeable by words. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;So go on buy that album!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;I was looking on 4 different CD stores and it's all sold out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Then I got one at Duta Suara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Go buy it buy it buy it!! (Yes, buy, not download them free, cause you'll harm the artist.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;and you'll never regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;oh, and here's the video of his first single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Live Like We're Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3N5CsXYlCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope this will intrigue you more to buy the album! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1184650803279305288?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1184650803279305288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1184650803279305288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1184650803279305288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1184650803279305288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/kris-allen.html' title='Kris Allen'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wVKtuIIBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bg-au9oEWqc/s72-c/kris-allen-ai-25feb09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4969494031442139021</id><published>2010-03-26T08:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:26:54.160+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhmad kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erka try hutama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeihan fajar kusaeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='widi andini shufi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad hanif firnanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apotek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuyono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanti yulianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pustaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youc1000'/><title type='text'>What a waste of time (and energy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom told me to just stay at home today since I was a bit unhealthy. I got runny nose and I didn’t feel good. But I told mom that I had to come to school because I needed to practice for the next month debate competition. Because I insisted, she let me go to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We left home at 7:15 am and mom drove us with her car. First we dropped my brother, Jean to school. His school started late today (it usually starts at 6:30). Then we went to our new house at Ekor Kuning, Rawamangun. My parents had bought a house near my school so I don’t need to wake up too early anymore. My parents checked the condition of our house since it’s being renovated. Then Dad, Teh Widi (read: tah weedee), my cousin who lives at my house, and I moved to Dad’s car, driven by Tuyono (read: tooyono), our driver. Our route is different to mom’s because her office is at Kelapa Gading, North Jakarta, while Dad and Teh Widi’s office is at Medan Merdeka, Central Jakarta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuyono usually drop me to school first then drop Dad to his office, but on that time I told him to drop Dad first because the debate practice will start at 10 and it was still about 8 am.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way there, I didn’t say a word because I was feeling a bit unhealthy, except Dad says something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I only answered with a ‘huh’ or a smile and a ‘haha’. To kill boredom, I checked out my twitter and wrote how was I feeling. I said: “Malas ke sekolah mau tidurrrr”. And I tweeted about that a lot. Maybe my followers were annoyed about it, haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I arrived at Dad’s office. It was still 8:53 am. Hah. There’s still one hour to 10. Then I told Tuyono to go to a drug store. Then we went to Apotek K 24 Balai Pustaka, Rawamangun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought Nipe, a flu syrup medicine. I wanted to buy a cold YOUC1000 and a small tissue pack, but they didn’t have one. The Nipe was expensive! It’s Rp 62.400,00! (it’s about US$ 6.93 – Rp 9.000,00 currency).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to the drug store just to arrive school at 10. But unfortunately, I arrived at 9:20 am. 60 minutes before the practice starts. Then suddenly Hanif, my debate team mate, texted me. He said:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Latian ga nih?” Which means, is there a debate practice or not?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I replied: “Gue udah di sekolah. Kalo ga jadi latian gue pulang lagi nih. Gw agak unhealthy”. – I’m at school already. If it’s canceled, I’ll go back home. I’m a bit unhealthy. Then he said: “Siapa aja yg ada d skul” – who has arrived at school?. And I said: “Ga tau gue males turun. Ayo dong dateng cepet. Gue pulang lagi nih” – I don’t know, I’m lazy to get out of my car. Come on, come here quick. I’ll go back home. And he said: “Baba g ada motor. Gw blum nyiapin barang buat brangkat k jogja. Kalo baba bisa gw nyusul” – Baba doesn’t have his motorcycle with him. I haven’t prepared the stuffs to go to Yogyakarta. If Baba is possible, I’ll go there. Baba is my other debate team mate. His real name is Erka Try Hutama, and I don’t know where the ‘Baba’ comes from. And Hanif is going to go to Yogyakarta tonight to commemorate the 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; days after his grandpa’s death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I got out of my car. I wanted to pee. Then I’m going to check the language laboratory, where our debate practice will be held. Then I met Kak Tian near the school’s lobby. He looked at me and said: “Lo ngapain ke sekolah, Dir?” – what’s your purpose of going to school, Dir? And I said: I’m going to have a debate practice for the ALSA debate competition. He said: “Alone?” Me: “No, with Hanif and Erka. You’re not joining ALSA, Kak?” He didn’t answer. Then I asked him back: “What is your purpose of going to school, then?” Then he answered something but I didn’t hear what he said. He answered with a really quite voice that I couldn’t hear what he just said. I tried to see his mouth movements but I also didn’t understand, haha. Then I said “oh” and went to the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I peed, I phoned Hanif. I was going to ask him is there going to be a debate practice today or not, if it’s not, then I’m going home. Then he said the same answer that his last text says. Erka can’t come because of his motorcycle, and Hanif hasn’t prepared his stuffs to go to Jogja yet. So I concluded that today’s debate practice was canceled. So I got back to my car and went home with nothing but the Aqua mineral water and the small tissue pack that I just bought at school. When I was going back to my car, I met Kak Tian again. He was talking with the security guards. But I didn’t say anything to him. I just passed him with annoyance, because I’ve gone through a long journey to school, but the practice was canceled. What a waste of time and energy. I should’ve stayed home and took a rest. Like what my mom said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and here's how I looked like when I got home:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wLI2-mPhI/AAAAAAAAAas/kdOgEpeH908/s1600/Picture+0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wLI2-mPhI/AAAAAAAAAas/kdOgEpeH908/s200/Picture+0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452745495663754770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, shut up. I look so ugly there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it shows how angry did I felt, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4969494031442139021?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4969494031442139021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4969494031442139021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4969494031442139021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4969494031442139021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-waste-of-time-and-energy.html' title='What a waste of time (and energy)'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S6wLI2-mPhI/AAAAAAAAAas/kdOgEpeH908/s72-c/Picture+0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-9081768554214543492</id><published>2010-03-17T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:36:00.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big fan of you</title><content type='html'>I had a dream about you a few days ago.&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it reminded me of you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I succeeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that dream about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you came across my mind again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known you before the any other people knows you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the others still had no idea who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are you like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or, maybe, WHAT ARE YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've known each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been talkin about you with the others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they still don't know which one is the guy that I was talkin about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that thing came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your name was mentioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifty times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a hundred times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MANY TIMES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the others started to know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you started acting, like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh? do i know you before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you started to know the other side of this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which you used to know nothing about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after that i tried to forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I succeeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hear people screaming your names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they didn't know that I've known you first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still a fan of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the others are complimenting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they don't know much about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known so much about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're arrogant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mess up with your speaking, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also know the other side of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great things, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the positive things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that made me think again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do I still need to forget you and act like I didn't know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or, yeah, the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I chose the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a big fan of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put your name on my bedroom wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the next ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fill the blank with your full name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I took it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my little cousin saw that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she made fun of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's that, Kaka Dira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your boyfriend? your boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what? are you kidding? i'm just a big fan of him, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i put your name on my wall cause it motivated me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can be like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not perfect, though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYONE'S IMPERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the fact that you're smart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you love to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your writings ALWAYS amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have such a great dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can see it from your writings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I wonder why you act so different in real life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're a good leader too, you know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's all my writing about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want you to know that I'm a big fan of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to put a picture of your eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it'll be a clue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am I talkin about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my internet sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it loads soooo long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just canceled it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom must know who am I talkin about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're curious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk a lot to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the goods, the bads,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what did I do today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though she hasn't seen you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she knows you from my stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you on the next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-9081768554214543492?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9081768554214543492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=9081768554214543492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9081768554214543492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9081768554214543492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-big-fan-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m a big fan of you'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8309405777433381049</id><published>2010-01-12T22:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:01:06.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Debate Competition</title><content type='html'>I just arrived from SMA Regina Pacis Bogor for a debate competition. This time, my team lost. And I felt so bad about it. When I saw the breaking* announcement, there wasn't Labs A (my team) on the list. Then I felt so upset. I've guessed that my team wouldn't win this time, because of our performances. But when I faced the truth, I don't know why I felt so bad about that. So, there's a song from the All-American Rejects, which the title is Breakin'. I listened to that song from my iPod on the way home. And this part of lyrics really describes me: "Breakin's what your heart is for". So it means that my heart is meant for breaking to the next round. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in debating, breaking means: continue to the next round (usually, it's the quarter-final). The breaking announcement is so menegangkan for debaters, cause If a team 'breaks', it means that that team is going to the quarter final round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8309405777433381049?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8309405777433381049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8309405777433381049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8309405777433381049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8309405777433381049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-debate-competition.html' title='Another Debate Competition'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5128986018411589829</id><published>2010-01-04T20:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:13:27.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Semester 2</title><content type='html'>Hey! Today was the fist day of school after the 2 weeks holiday. How was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame. Why? Because I thought that we're not going to study at the first day of school and go home early. But... No, it was wrong. We studied full until 3 pm, with the morning ceremony (apel pagi) before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my lovely momma said - "school is for studying, so why do you keep askin will you study at the 1st day of school or not" -  when my brother, Jean asked her to call Bu Iin, his teacher, will they study or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think... Yes, school is for studying, then if we're lazy to study at school, then don't go to school! Just be a maid or a trashpicker that doesn't need to go to school and makes money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence made me remember of the sentence that my friend - let's just call her B - said at school. She said, "it's better for me to babysit my 2 naughty cousins for years then going to school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was shocked after she said that, I was going to say: "then why dont you just be a babysitter. It gives you money and you don't need to go to school to be one..." but I thought that it would be too spicy (in indonesia, terlalu pedas, perkataannya terlalu pedas. Same meaning as 'hurts') if I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot! I said that! But in a small volume, but able to be heard by another friend, let's just call her A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied: "yes, it makes money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ms. B didn't reply. Maybe that statement got into her heart. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the topic. Oh, i forgot, so what we can get from the previous story is: "SCHOOL IS FOR LEARNING. If you dont want to study, then drop outta school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story from the 1st day of school, my friend - F - told me that my crush (ex-crush, exactly) asked my number to him! I was so happy, but also confused. He - my crush - knows my number already! We've texted each other before. So what went on my mind was maybe he changed his cellphone so all of his phone contacts are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw he had his hair cut! It looks so lame, I prefer the old one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough for today's post. I'm going to study what I just learned at school, like what my new year resolution says.... Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from Caleb, my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-5128986018411589829?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5128986018411589829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5128986018411589829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5128986018411589829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5128986018411589829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-semester-2.html' title='First Day of Semester 2'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1941504819014116687</id><published>2010-01-03T09:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:27:26.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words with Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><title type='text'>Now Marc FTSK rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S0AOcwE4NRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TVmisAcrqRc/s1600-h/l_6ea21b03733ddaead0ba471b9c1aa904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S0AOcwE4NRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TVmisAcrqRc/s400/l_6ea21b03733ddaead0ba471b9c1aa904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422349838458565906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite app on iPod is Words with Friends (WWF). It's like a scrabble game. We can play with a random opponent in the internet, with our friend (pass and play), or with someone that we know by searching their WWF account. The other great thing about WWF is that we can chat with our opponent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play more with random opponents, because I'm not sure my friends have a WWF account or not. But I know Marc Stewart from FTSK and Jonathan Cook from FTSK's accounts. (I know it because they wrote it by theirselves on Twitter.) So I searched for their accounts on my WWF, then I created a game with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've once played with Jonathan Cook, but it doesn't last because he resigned. I chatted with him, but he didn't reply. :( Then I created a game with Marc. I also chatted with him. I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey marc!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm nadira, the one that keeps demanding you to come to indonesia. Haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, happy new year! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I closed the WWF app until January 1st 2010, at 12:38 AM. I really remember that I checked my WWF game before I went to bed after the new year's eve. Then I saw, on my turn's section, it was the game with Marc, with one chat bubble. OMG  I was so shocked. Then the first thing I did was reading the chat. He wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wish we could come to Indonesia that would be amazing. Happy new year!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S0AMhhLfvWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HY0SjWdtTgc/s1600-h/l_720455db2256424db1efaddbb4fc39ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S0AMhhLfvWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HY0SjWdtTgc/s400/l_720455db2256424db1efaddbb4fc39ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422347721335881058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazingggggggg???&lt;br /&gt;Then I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah you should!! The crowd here is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see you guys here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw tell austin, caleb, jonathan, kyle, and kent i said hi. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he hasn't replied it.&lt;div&gt;we just have to wait for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post it again here if he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, with the replies and the attention from them about coming to Indonesia, it means that the chance of them to come here is bigger! Yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll just have to wait until there's a promotor that wants to invite them to come here and pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1941504819014116687?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1941504819014116687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1941504819014116687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1941504819014116687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1941504819014116687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-marc-ftsk-rules.html' title='Now Marc FTSK rules!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S0AOcwE4NRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TVmisAcrqRc/s72-c/l_6ea21b03733ddaead0ba471b9c1aa904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-2064905811496478777</id><published>2009-12-31T22:18:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:48:36.553+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dira&apos;s new year resolutions'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzD1oirTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JPls7iPHmUE/s1600-h/happy-new-year-2009.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzD1oirTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JPls7iPHmUE/s400/happy-new-year-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423377630580226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;www.widgetslab.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hey, everyone! It's the new years eve! Really, I'm writing this post at the new year's eve. The time on the clock reads 10:22 pm! Well, you must be asking why am I not going out, seeing fireworks, blowing trumpets, and many more. I don't know. It's just my parents who just want to stay at home this year. Last year, we went to Kelapa Gading to see the fireworks from Gading Batavia and La Piazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzFIaGO1OI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5wubUfOghqU/s1600-h/n1024923606_30240341_5161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzFIaGO1OI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5wubUfOghqU/s200/n1024923606_30240341_5161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421424799682319586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;www.thedigeratilife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzErBmO17I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-_-EUN9ki-Q/s1600-h/happy-new-year-2009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzErBmO17I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-_-EUN9ki-Q/s200/happy-new-year-2009-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421424294889445298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this year, my mom don't allow me to buy trumpets. She said that I'm already too old for it. BAHAHA. I'm still 15 years old, Momma! But it's fine, though, if she doesn't let me buy trumpets anymore.&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;We can take the positive side from it, like we don't get the viruses from the trumpet. You know, in the making of the trumpets, the people that created that trumpet must have tried to blow it, does it work or not. And maybe, the sellers and the customers try to blow it, to make sure is the trumpet working or not. So, from not buying trumpets, the virus from the people who blows the trumpet before won't enter my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, we're just staying at home. Playing small fireworks, or in Indonesian: kembang api. No petasan. Yes, no petasan (fireworks). We never light up petasans at home. It's dangerous, you know. There are already many victims because of the petasans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why people blow trumpets and throw fireworks at new year's eve... Maybe there's a special history behind these tradition. I've never read about this before. If we see logically, it's just wasting money from buying the trumpets and fireworks. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People usually make their new year's resolution. Well, I've got mine. You wanna know what are they? Okay, I'll tell you here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2010, like the other people say, I hope next year will be better than the previous ones. And we all know that it won't happen if we don't change ourselves to be better. So, in 2010, I'm trying myself to be better than before, being more mature in a good way. Not by smoking, drinking, and the other bad things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that I'll do are first, being more religious by sholat 5 times a day and stop doing bad things like stop calling people names, stop talking about the others' bad things on their backs, and the other simple things that people usually do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, getting better grades at school. My middle semester 1 grades were really really embarrassing. I didn't get the 10 ranks at class. But alhamdulillah, at the semester 1, I got the 9th rank in class. But I'm still not satisfied. Haha. Next year, I must be (minimal) on the 5th rank. But it does need a lot of hard work. I guess I'm going to study every lesson that the teacher gave at school at night. So at least I know and comprehend a little about what the teacher taught me at school. So I won't be stressful if there are 2 tests in a day, the teacher gives us pop quiz, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I'm gonna practice my piano skills harder. My piano teacher, Pak Rantos Siregar said that my progress is just steady. He said told me that I have the potential, but I'm busy and a bit lazy so I learn slow. Hahaha. And I'll say yes if Dad wants me to play 1 or 2 songs for him. It's also for my pop songs practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth, I'm gonna keep my body healthy. I'll try to work out a little. I don't want to get fatter and fatter because I don't do sports. I gained 2 kilograms, you know! My weight used to be about 50-52 kg, but now, it's 54! Dang, how bad is that?? I hope next year I can do some sports, for example jogging around the house complex every noons, or playing badminton with my brother every weekend mornings, or go swimming at Tirtamas every holidays. Also, I must control my eatings. I must eat more fruits and veggies, reduce the amount of junk foods, like instant noodles or snacks, and keep my eating time scheduled. Only 3 times a day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all for my new year's resolution. I hope you were not bored reading it. And I hope that I can do them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, what am I hoping on 2010. It's simple. But maybe this is just a few of the things that I hope in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one that I hope the most is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FTSK'S CONCERT IN INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzVnPayY1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6cevcoAjXvU/s1600-h/l_2078c4c9e279446a80866b2403b313eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzVnPayY1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6cevcoAjXvU/s400/l_2078c4c9e279446a80866b2403b313eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421442921577734994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really hope that it will happen. Austin has told me that he's gonna convince his booking agent to make that happen. (To read fully about what he said to me, read: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, AUSTIN BELLO FOR REPLYING MY MESSAGE.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;)FTSK is going to do a tour next year. They're gonna be in UK and Brazil. About the UK thing, I'm not sure when is it. But I think it's like a Warped Tour and they will be playing with the You Me at Six band. And FTSK is going to do a tour in Brazil on May 2010. They're gonna visit Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paolo, if I'm not mistaken. What about Indonesia? I just hope that they'll come here soon. I'll keep demanding promotors to bring FTSK to Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I really hope that me and my family will move out in 2010. We're planning to move out to a nearer house from school, at Rawamangun. We've been hunting houses since months ago, and now I think mom and dad has got some houses or lots that they like. So, I hope that we'll move out soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me, guys! I'm really hoping that it will happen in year 2010. Amin ya robbal alamin.&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/107207652540945664-2064905811496478777?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2064905811496478777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=2064905811496478777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2064905811496478777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2064905811496478777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzzD1oirTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JPls7iPHmUE/s72-c/happy-new-year-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3027754430390191397</id><published>2009-12-30T13:18:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:14:36.584+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pamela de torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='java musikindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrie subono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin bello'/><title type='text'>FTSK is Coming to Brazil</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna inform you that FTSK is going to do a tour in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the evidences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Szr5U4fcx7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3uMXTAA3dg0/s1600-h/jonathan+tweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Szr5U4fcx7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3uMXTAA3dg0/s400/jonathan+tweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420919238650808242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan tweeted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Szr2MvvDXzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TWPIS6JBNsM/s1600-h/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 65px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Szr2MvvDXzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TWPIS6JBNsM/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420915800326496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a tweet from Marc, in a reply to Pamela.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela is a huge fan of Forever the Sickest Kids, just like me. But the difference is she's from Brazil. She tweets and comments to FTSK a lot, demanding them to come to her town, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tweeted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzrymqqWIsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YcdyENUoDyk/s1600-h/pamela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzrymqqWIsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YcdyENUoDyk/s320/pamela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420911847594664642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT SOOO SAD??&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy that Pamela is happy now, cause the hard work that she did is now worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I immediately tweeted Pamela after I saw Marc wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzrzzXeEhrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FV17H-UFU-4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SzrzzXeEhrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FV17H-UFU-4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420913165292832434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she replied this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;@ftskfandira hey, dude, thank u!! finally, we got it! but keep in work, they will go to Indonesia, i believe! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a dude, btw. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;From the tweets that Jonathan wrote, I concluded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If a country wants a band to come to it, then a promotor must offer that band a show in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not only the huge amount of fans requesting, demanding, that band to come to their country. But a promotor's invite is highly needed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've tweeted Adrie Subono so many times, but he never touches it. The other FTSK fans have already done that, too. But still, no reply. I've also tweeted Adrie Subono the video when Austin said that they're coming to Indonesia, but also I didn't get a reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that there's a promotor that'll invite FTSK to come here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll work harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3027754430390191397?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3027754430390191397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3027754430390191397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3027754430390191397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3027754430390191397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ftsk-is-coming-to-brazil.html' title='FTSK is Coming to Brazil'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Szr5U4fcx7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3uMXTAA3dg0/s72-c/jonathan+tweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-2895788772276984472</id><published>2009-12-14T13:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:31:14.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympia labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manindya Ajeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mutiah Rakhma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danadyaksa Vidyaghora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 IPA 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XA'/><title type='text'>Olympia Labs' Basketball Competition</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! You must be real surprisedddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a basketball competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. The sports section (seksi olahraga) of SMA Labschool Rawamangun's OSIS*: Danadyaksa Vidyaghora a.k.a. DV, made Olympia Labs. Olympia Labs is like a sports competition between classes, or maybe you know 'class meeting', yea it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played basketball. You know what, I really can't play basketball. NO SYKE. But my name was already on the list (yeah I wanted to, but I can't play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day, first, we competed 11 IPA 3 (isn't it?). I was so damn nervous because I know that I've never played basketball before (actually I have, but it was so a long long time ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, WE WON. I forgot the scores, but the real thing is that we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played against XC. I didn't play this time. Because I was so lazy to go to school early. (the match started at 7:30) and I planned to go to school at 1 pm, just to submit the Math remedial.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time we won. But XC walked out. So we won with no game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we won 2 times, we must play again later, versus 11 IPS 3 (if I'm not mistaken). But once again, because I went to school at 1, I didn't join the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived at school, I met Nindy and Muti. They were all covered with sweat, so I guessed that they had just finished playing. And yeah I was right. I asked them how it was. They said that they lost, with a really clear difference. It was 30-0 if I'm not mistaken. (I easily forget things. Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last match. This was the match that determines who will be the 2nd runner up. Our rival was XA. And this time I was in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh god XA were so good! Our final score was 14-4. Embarassing, huh? So we lost the 2nd runner up position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with my body all soaking wet. I decided to take a bath as soon as I arrived home, but eventually I didn't. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my hair feels so not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OSIS: Organisasi Siswa Intra Sekolah (students' organization)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from Caleb, my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-2895788772276984472?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2895788772276984472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=2895788772276984472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2895788772276984472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2895788772276984472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/olympia-labs-basketball-competition.html' title='Olympia Labs&amp;#39; Basketball Competition'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-9191685970903555895</id><published>2009-12-13T12:52:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:02:27.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon 1000D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new family member'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy aneka foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aneka foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasar baru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000D'/><title type='text'>New Family Member</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! I would like to introduce the new family member in our house. It's the Canon 1000D SLR camera! We bought it at Aneka Foto, Pasar Baru yesterday evening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySC_x_CQOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N-JbpI_cWDw/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySC_x_CQOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N-JbpI_cWDw/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414596684267274466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySF_pxdQOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RZN4udMQdmY/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySF_pxdQOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RZN4udMQdmY/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414599980597723362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySI8InWg3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/s1pjfHQQKjk/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySI8InWg3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/s1pjfHQQKjk/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414603218692244338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is mr. teddy that helped us with the purchase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-9191685970903555895?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9191685970903555895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=9191685970903555895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9191685970903555895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9191685970903555895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SySC_x_CQOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/N-JbpI_cWDw/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7359754011561343152</id><published>2009-12-11T19:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:05:15.065+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantos siregar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ananda amelita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Labschool jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satriwan labschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA labschool Rawamangun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ujian akhir semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satriwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burgmuller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kewarganegaraan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duvernoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIA'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Hahhhhh i feel a little more relaxed after I finished the Ujian Akhir Semester. The week rife of studying, not-watching-the-TV, and not-knowing-the-latest-news are now so far gone! Yeay! I can breathe the fresh air now... So soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the scores? Don't ask. There's nothing special with them. Just 2 WOW-ing grades... It's the Kewarganegaraan - Kn (civil studies) and TIK  - Teknologi Informasi dan Komunikasi (computer) subject. With only 1 mistake on the Kn test, I got a 98. And it made me get the best Kn score in class. Alhamdulillah. I love the Kn subject, honestly. It studies about our beloved country, Republik Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the TIK subject, I got 90. Ha. 4th rank (if im not mistaken) in class. Nanda got the first rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay those are the two (and only) great scores. The rest are 7s and 8s. Two of 'em are 6s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me finished the UAS it doesnt mean that I'm free from those kinda stressors. I still have LIA (an english course) and Pak Rantos (my private piano lesson teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for an update, I'm now on the High Intermediate 1 level on LIA and tomorrow (Saturday) there's an oral Promotion Test to get to the HI 2 level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my piano lesson with Mr. Rantos Siregar, I'm currently stuck on Burgmuller's song: La Chasse, Duvernoy #9, and the G minor tangga nada (hm, what's 'tangga nada' in English? Note stairs? Ha. FUNNY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from Caleb, my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7359754011561343152?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7359754011561343152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7359754011561343152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7359754011561343152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7359754011561343152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3460270919893282054</id><published>2009-12-10T16:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:14:31.480+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin bello'/><title type='text'>Austin Bello, YOU RULEEE!!!!</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;You all must see this video. it's an FTSK interview by Bryan Stars at Vans Warped Tour 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsiv8k6sJNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsiv8k6sJNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've finished seeing it, then you must be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;well if you haven't, i highlighted some important sentences from the video that you all must now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Bryan : "What do you guys see yourselves a year from now, ten years from now, what is your goals in music?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin : "Trying to do a tour in Indonesia. Hopefully within a year we’ll be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After Austin said 'within a year we'll be there", Jonathan showed a shocked face, stared at Austin. It's like he couldn't believe about what did Austin said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marc nodded his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc  : Yes, the Phillipines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan : ".... in an interview. That's a pretty big scoop" (He and Bryan looked at the camera. I didn't hear what he said clearly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan : "Any details on that, what's your plan to make that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan  :Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc  : You know, well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marc pointed at Jonathan, letting him to speak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan : "Umm... We're taking Indonesians for dummies." (hah? what does that mean? Hm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that's the highlighted sentences. Which I'm still confused with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I get from this is first Austin said that they're trying to do a tour here, he hope they can do this within a year. When Austin said; 'within a year', Jonathan dropped his jaw and looked at him. It's like, he's confused with the 'a year' statement. So I guess that it's still a plan but Austin already said that in the internet, which anyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jonathan said "....that's a pretty big scoop" So, it's like Austin has told a real big secret to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;And then, when Bryan asked how to make that happen, it's like they're confused about what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm confused. But let's see. Will they come here within a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a yes, OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I must be crying tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that it will happen soon&lt;br /&gt;amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3460270919893282054?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3460270919893282054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3460270919893282054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3460270919893282054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3460270919893282054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/austin-bello-you-ruleee.html' title='Austin Bello, YOU RULEEE!!!!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1797287947629377560</id><published>2009-11-15T16:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:51:22.514+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THBT US PRESIDENT&apos;S NOBEL IS INAPPROPRIATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love london black t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzaga debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sour sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjudicator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pejaten village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jufita amanda baqo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzfest09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. masduki'/><title type='text'>Gonzaga Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeay! Semi-final! We all bring our nametags because we don’t want the thing that happened previously happened again to us. Last night, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; also texted me, reminding me to bring my nametag, with the ‘nametag’ word caps locked. Ah, I feel bad to him. Then I texted Hanif and Manda to bring theirs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This day, we came with supporters! YEAY! We brought 5 supporters, which are: Erka, Jufita, Mitha, Hani, and Oche. Bu Arifah wanted to come with us but she said that she was a bit unhealthy so Bu Molly replaced her. That day was Friday, so the boys had to ‘sholat Jumat’. While the boys are praying at a mosque nearby, we went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pejaten&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to have lunch. We ate at &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Food&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pejaten&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s food court. I ate nasi timbel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that, me, Manda, and Bu Molly sholat Zuhur. The other girls were in their period and Oche is a Christian. So they went to J Co, to buy some frozen yogurts. I wanted to buy Sour Sally. But it was already late after we finished sholat, so I canceled my plan to buy my favorite dessert. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We came on time, but the motion launch didn’t start at 2. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; said that the adjudicators are still on the way. So we have to wait for them. Motion launch, we first tossed coin. The CA asked the representatives from each team to come forward. Then I came forward. From Marsud, it was Enrico. The one and only guy from that team. I chose for numbers, but it was the Garuda that showed up. Enrico chose the Affirmative. Then it was a preference motion. The motions were: TH Regrets the Plan of Motorcycle Way, THBT US President’s Nobel is Inappropriate, and THW Transform the Subsidy from Kerosene to Premium. We got the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; motion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the opposition team, we’re afraid that the government will talk about the other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Presidents. Because not only Obama got a nobel, President Theodore Roosevelt also got one. It was so nauzubillah min zalik if they pick the other presidents! Then we just istighfar to God, hoping that they will talk about Obama. We made a really long text. Because we researched a lot about this. But we researched more about why he’s inappropriate. But we still made a real long text. It was a full 2 paged text. That’s the longest debate text that I’ve ever made. I really thought that I would be over time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alhamdulillah, they talked about Obama. They said that Obama’s nobel is inappropriate because he hasn’t done anything for the world. But we stated that from Alfred Nobel’s will, the nobel peace prize may be awarded to persons that are IN THE PROCESS of creating peace. And we also mentioned the things that Obama has done to the world, like: allow gays to enter military, support gay&amp;amp;lesbian adoption, making policy about abortion, and Obama went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to deliver his speech. My argument was that Obama has already given hope to millions of Americans and billions of non-Americans in the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and there was something funny when I spoke. I said Assalamualaikum. I forgot that Gonzaga is a Catholic school. I said: assalam – eh, sorry. Good afternoon ladies and gentlements! Hahaha. Then we all spoke over time. I spent 7 minutes and 10 seconds. I broke my debate speech record! Yeay! I’ve never spoken that long before. And on the Reply Speech, I said that Obama has done anything for this world, just like what Hanif, the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; speaker has already mentioned. I said to them: didn’t you do any researches? Didn’t you hear us? And that was so mean! Especially on the ‘didn’t you do any researches’ thing. And I really hoped that we would win. But it was the silent round, and the announcement will be inside the Debater’s Hall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Announcement time. We were so nervous! If we don’t enter the final, we’ll still be the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up because of our 4 victory points. And I was pretty sure of it. The CA entered the room, playing the slide show. First, Labs A vs. Marsud, there wasn’t any split decision. DANGIT! And so the winner is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MARSUDIRINI A&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my god. We didn’t make it to the final round. I was soooooooo upset. And the worst thing is there wasn’t any split decision! So it means that all of the adjudicators voted Marsud as the winner. It means that we did so bad!! That’s so humiliating, ya know! But fortunately, like I said before, we’re the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up. The SMAN2 Tangerang only get the Best Speaker Trophy, which it was given to Magreta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I congratulated the finalists and also SMAN2, because they can get the Best Speaker Trophy. I was so upset ya know. Then &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; came to me, congratulated me. I put a sad face and I told him my feelings. I said that there’s no split decision and it’s so humiliating! But he also smiled (I think he doesn’t know well about debating haha. But I appreciated his smile.) And we shook hands. I shook his hand for quite a long time. Haha. I don’t know, my hand just didn’t wanna get off. He also didn’t take back his hand either, so, yeah. Ha. Probably it was half a minute. I took back my hand when Mr. Masduki, the adjudicator asked me do I want to ask him something or not. Then &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh my god, Sir. There wasn’t any split decision! That’s so bad!” I said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah. The arguments were just like trash!” (Whoa, I wonder how bad our arguments were.) “You were just spinning round and round in one argument: Obama hasn’t done anything”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh yeah, I realize it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And about the gay and lesbian thing, that’s so not peace at all!” Oh yeah. That’s right. I were so embarrassed you know. I spoke with a full spirit at the Reply Speaker, saying that they didn’t do any researches. But everything that we researched are so not peace at all! Oh god….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But he didn’t mention about my ‘Obama has already given hope’ argument. Yeay. It means that my argument wasn’t wrong! Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then after giving his judgements, I thanked him for adjuing us. Then I raised my right hand. He didn't shake my hand! He just said: 'yes.. yes..' He made his hand like people when they're saying selamat lebaran (you can see the example on my 'Eid Mubarak' post). Because he didn't shake my hand, I repeated saying thanks for adjuing us, with my right hand raised up. But he also didn't shake my hand. I was curious, why he didn't want to shake my hand. When was on my mind is that he's being an arrogant and unfriendly adjudicator. So he doesn't accept thanks and hand shakes from the teams that he adjued. Then I raised my hand up once again, saying:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Shake my hand!!" Then he said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"No, I don't shake hands." DANG! I was sooooooooo embarrassed! Then I thought that he's a good Moslem so he doesn't shake hands with non-muhrims. That was so embarrassing.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then we went outside, to go home. I walked on the back. Everyone was already walkin down the stairs, but I’m still in front of the Debater’s Hall. Then suddenly &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; called me. I came by to him. He told me that the trophies will be given tomorrow night (Saturday). But the money couldn’t be given tomorrow, he said. It will be given next week. He’ll text me later on for more informations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw the others have gone downstairs. But fortunately Jufita is still there. I told her to wait for me. What a nice friend. :) Then &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; congratulated me again and we shook hands (for the second time today. haha). Then we waved goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I came to Raka and Kak Rini (my L.O.), they congratulated me and we waved goodbye. Then I went downstairs with Jufita. When I met the others, they all smiled at me and said: “I love &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;! Black shirt! I love &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!” Oh dang. Who told them about this? I just put a little smile on my face and then we walked through the rain, approaching the school’s car. We were all wet, then we enter the car, and we left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye, Gonzaga. I’m so gonna miss you. It was a real great experience here. I met a lot of new people, made new friends, won a debate competition, and many more. I love this school so much. The kids are great. But it’s time to say goodbye. Oh, I’m coming back next week to take the money and trophy! Then it’s not goodbye yet. Yeay. See ya!!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1797287947629377560?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1797287947629377560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1797287947629377560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1797287947629377560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1797287947629377560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonzaga-day-3.html' title='Gonzaga Day 3'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4274473003274217648</id><published>2009-11-15T16:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:36:59.236+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THW implement green tariff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilalang girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMAN2 TANGERANG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CC A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CC B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMA Marsudirini bekasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canisius college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay to pollute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THW Stop futuristic shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyoto protocol'/><title type='text'>Gonzaga Debate Competition Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HEY! Are you curious about the result??? Ohkay, I’ll tell youuu. So, the winner is: (drums roll) LABS A!!! Hurray! Alhamdulillah, we won after playing with SMAN2 Tangerang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay now I’ll tell you in a chronological order about this day. We planned to go at 12 pm (from school), after we sholat. So we will arrive at Gonzaga at 1 pm, because &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; told us to come 1 hour before the motion launch starts. But, sholat takes a long time, so we went there at 1. With the school’s Elf car. Cool. And accompanied with Miss Dian, a.k.a. Miss Ilalang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we’re almost near Gonzaga, Manda said this: “Yah, I don’t bring my nametag.” She said that normally and calmly like nothing important happened. Then suddenly school’s car became loud and noisy, full with screams. “OH MY GODDDDDDDD!!!!!! I ALSO DON’T BRING MY NAMETAG!!!!!!!” I remember, I started those screams, then Neidi screamed after me. What the heck! How come I forgot to bring my nametag? That’s a real important thing. If we don’t bring it, we couldn’t enter. Then Manda told me to phone &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suddenly phoned him (it’s 1:43 pm and the motion launch will start 15 minutes again. I felt like I didn’t want to call him because we’re already late. I promised to him that we’ll come 1 hour before it starts). But I have to call him. ‘Toot… Toot…’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hello, Nad.” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; picked up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“EDMONDDDDDDD!!!! WE DON’T BRING OUR NAMETAGSSS!!!!!!! WHAT SHOULD WE DOOOO???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yahhhh…. Why didn’t you bring your nametags???” Asked him sadly and disappointedly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“WE FORGOTTTT!!! WE’RE SO SORRY, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;EDMOND&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. THEN WHAT SHOULD WE DOOOO? AAA OH MY GOD OH MY GOD”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yahhhh…., Nad. Hm. Just do the re-registration.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh okay.” Then I hung up. We were so confused and panicked, ya know. You have to know how it feels. If you were with us, inside the car, you must be really annoyed with all the noise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We came at 2 pm. We did the re-registration outside. I told the person there that 3 of us don’t bring our nametags. They said, in their rules, if someone doesn’t bring their nametags, then that person couldn’t join the competition. Deg. My jaw dropped. Oh my god oh my god. WE MUST STILL JOIN THE COMPETITION! Then the kind Gonzaga student there gave me a letter that must be signed by the competition chief. Which it’s &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Hah, I felt a bit ease. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a nice guy, so he won’t do anything to us. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then went upstairs, met &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and told him to sign the letter. He was a bit confused first. Then I told him what happened. Then he gave the letter back to me. I told him to keep it but he gave it back to me. Then I put it in my pocket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was all dark. I asked to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: “is there a blackout?” Then he said: “yes… I’m sooo sorry.” (showing a sad face. Haha) “Oh okay. That’s fine.” I answered. (You don’t need to be sorry, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It wasn’t your fault… :D)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the motion launch started at 3. The motion was: THW Implement Green Tariff. We faced SMA Marsudirini Bekasi (again). And because we’re on the first rank, we got the affirmative side of the house. But, we’ve already been the government 4 times (plus this). So the chief adjuticator (CA), Mr. Krisna, told us to switch with Marsud. So we got the opposition team. After that, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; came by to me and asked for the letter. (Yaelah, he told me to keep it but now he wants it back. Okay that’s fine.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was my first time being a first speaker of the opposition side of the house. So I was a bit nervous, but that’s fine. As the opposition side of the house, we’re a bit confused of what we’re going to write on the case build time. Because the control is always on the affirmative side. They’re the one who leads the debate, where is this debate going to go. So, we just write the things that we practiced at school. Green tariff, about the Kyoto Protocol and Pay to Pollute things. But there’s also a good thing being an opposition, we do the case build outside, so it’s not that dark. (Like what I told you, there’s a blackout…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT, bad news for us. THEY DIDN’T TALK ABOUT &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;KYOTO&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; PROTOCOL OR PAY TO POLLUTE! They talked about PLN (Perusahaan Listrik Negara, State’s Electricity Company). And they would like to change the PLN’s fuel, from coal to renewable sources. DANG! So everything that we made outside was useless! We were such in a shock, then we made a quick solution. We’re not going to change PLN’s fuel cause it’s just wasting money and time (because we need to demolish the old PLN facilities and build the new ones). So our solution to save our earth is using the Kyoto Protocol. So, every industry in the world will be given a limit of emission that that industry produces. Then if those industries produces more emission than the limit, then that company must pay tax to developing countries that has forests, such as &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though we’re in a pressure, we still won. Alhamdulillah. When I spoke as the Reply Speaker, I just told the adjudicators that their solution hasn’t has a proof to this world. It’s just their assumption that it’d work. But our Kyoto Protocol has already reduces 20% of the emission in this world, even though &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; disagree with this Kyoto Protocol. And I think that’s just a great point that I gave to the adjudicators which made us won.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, second round. We faced &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Canisius&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; A (CC A). The Labs B team said that CC are really good in debating. Especially the third speaker, who checks the time on his iPod. Our motion was: THW Stop Futuristic Shows. And we’re the government side of the house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because of the blackout and because it’s so dark inside the debate room, the committee told us to go outside. So the debate was held outside. Wow. But outside was also dark. It’s already 6 pm in the evening ya know. It can hurt our eyes! Okay, then the debate starts. The futuristic shows that we were talking about is the movies about disasters that will happen in the future, such as 2012, Armageddon, and many more. And we would completely ban those futuristic shows in Indonesia because it just makes us frightened and paranoid about the things that is still in a question mark, while there are many real problems that needs to be solved: economy crisis, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yeah, just like the Labs B team said (they’ve faced CC 2 times: CC A and CC B), they really can tackle our arguments. They said that there’s no urgency in banning those kinda things. It’s just like banning porn, they still watch them (their first speaker said that…). And they also said that there’s no proof that people are afraid of those kinda movies, they still go to school, they still go to work. Yeah, I admit that we didn’t give any prove about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s why we lost. The adjudicator also said that those kinda futuristic shows are not a good thing to be debated. He said the futuristic shows that needs to be debated is like the Reg (spasi) Jeneng, Reg (spasi) Ramal, and those kinda prediction text services. But fortunately, even though we lost, we still went to the Semi-Final round. Alhamdulillah. And we’ll face SMA Marsudirini Bekasi again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4274473003274217648?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4274473003274217648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4274473003274217648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4274473003274217648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4274473003274217648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonzaga-debate-competition-day-2.html' title='Gonzaga Debate Competition Day 2'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5154588001539201974</id><published>2009-11-15T16:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:21:35.361+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Hey i just installed a blog application on my iPod, Caleb. Im testing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i won the debate competition at SMAK3 Penabur. But only as the 2nd runner up. Alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just got back from TO. But the stories will be uploaded later, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill upload about my debate competitition at Kolese Gonzaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it! It's so interesting! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-5154588001539201974?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5154588001539201974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5154588001539201974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5154588001539201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5154588001539201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1315886736885751275</id><published>2009-11-15T16:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:24:54.337+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda citradewi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kolese gonzaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzaga festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzaga debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muhammad hanif firnanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonzfest09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edmond'/><title type='text'>Gonzaga Festival’s Debate Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my second debate competition (Yeay). The first one is the debate competition in SMAK3 Week at SMAK Penabur 3, Gunung Sahari. Which my team was the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I enter this debate competition in Gonzaga Fest at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Gonzaga&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Pasar Minggu. But the team wasn’t like the team on SMAK3 Week. My team was me, Hanif, and Manda. You know what, Bu Arifah has told us about this competition since SMAK3 Week ya know. But we never practiced. Then when it’s only 1 week before the competition, we started practicing. And it’s so bad that we have no coach. We just practiced with a teaching practice teacher, which is still practicing to teach. Our main coach is Kak Menur, but there’s a problem with her. On the SMAK3 Week, our coach was Kak Fajri, but since he goes to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Gajah&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mada&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Yogyakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt; and he’s there now, he couldn’t coach us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amanda is a new kid in LDC. Bu Arifah recruited her because she has a great English speaking and she just won a news casting competition at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Atma&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I think it’s kinda unfair to the other LDC kids. But she does well. She understands about debating quickly. So it’s worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hanif? He just won a debate competition at Al Azhar Kelapa Gading High School – Alazka (3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; winner). His real team is PBM (Pasukan Berani Mati), which contains Erka, Wisha, and him. But PBM is split up, cause Erka and Wisha had just joined at Alazka and they wanted to focus studying. You know what, debating practice takes studying hours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you must be asking about Kak Bimi and Kak Tian. Kak Bimi, which I’ve told you before, she’s a 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader. So she’s retired from debating and she must be focused on studying cause she’ll be graduated soon. What about Kak Tian? He’s an 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader and on this week 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders will go on a study tour for a week. So he couldn’t join. Kak Pebra? He’s also an 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader, so he’s on a study tour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, about the competition. Aaaaaa. It’s the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of November, which is Sunday. We went to Gonzaga by Neidi’s car. (Neidi is on the Labs B team) We should’ve come with school’s car and being accompanied by Bu Arifah, but we didn’t. We just went there without any teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as we arrived there, we took our name tags, then we got our left hand stamped, then we enter. My friends were shocked when they saw the Gonzaga boys. Their hair are oh so long, not like Labschool. Their hair are so long, as long as girls! You know the vocalist of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus? Yeah the hair is just like that. Scary, huh? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met a guy named &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. He’s the debate competition chief. So I asked everything about the competition to him. We’ve met each other before, when I registered the team names on Tuesday (3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; November). His hair is not that long. His hair is normal. The normal long hair for boys. Which makes him cute, not like the others. Haha. He wears glasses. And I also met a guy named Raka. He looks so scary. Haha. That was my first impression when I met him. He looks a bit &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ambon&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and his hair is long, shoulder-longed hair. But I don’t talk to him as much as I talk to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Cause when I ask something, he’s like he doesn’t know and he told me to ask to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:city&gt; so I just asked everything to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edmond&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nah stop talking about boys. First motion, THW Add Entrepreneur and Financial Lesson in School. The Labschool A Team, which is my team, versus SMA Marsudirini. We were the affirmative team. And we won, with a margin of 2. Our score was 265, which means Marsud’s score is 263. (Am I right?) And it made us the first rank for the round one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Round two, it was an impromptu motion. THBT the Election of Ministry should be Based on his/her Background. Our opponent was SMAK Penabur 1. And there’ s a stupid thing that happened on this debate. Because it’s an impromptu motion, we didn’t research about this at all. We stated that the election of ministry must be based on his/her school background. For example, if you study about health in college, then you’ll be the ministry of health. Nah, but the reality is, my mom said (after I arrived home) that SBY chooses its ministry from their party backgrounds. For example, Suryadharma Ali was elected to be the Ministry of Religion because he’s from the PPP party, which is known as an Islamic party.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The adjudicator also said that to us, when it’s the review time (after the debate). What the heck I felt so dumb. The adjudicator must be thinking: don’t you watch the news??? Yeah, I didn’t. I’m real busy this times that makes me couldn’t watch TV or read the newspaper. So lame. But even though our motion definition is weird, we still won. But only with a margin of one. He also said that if he could make it draw, then he’ll make it draw. But there’s no draw in debating, so forcedly, he gave us one margin. Alhamdulillah, we won. And Alhamdulillah again that we’re still on the first rank.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and there was a funny experience when we’re facing SMAK1. Ha but probably you’d think that it’s normal. Ah no but if you see it, you’ll be amazed. Ha kidding, just exaggerating. It happened when I POId – POI: points of information (interruption) – him. I raised my hand and said: “POI”. He waved his hand down. I was confused does it mean ‘no’ or ‘wait’. I inferred it as a ‘wait’. Then I raised my hand and said POI again. He did the same thing. Again, I get it as a ‘wait’. Suddenly I remembered how did the SMAN 81 kids POId me at SMAK3 Week. They raised their hands and called my name: “Miss Nadira”. After I was being called like that, I was shocked. Nah I wanted to do the same thing to Jo Reiner (his name is Jo Reiner).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I raised my hand, stood up, and said with a full of spirit: “Mr. Jo Reiner?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yes.” I saw some shockness on his face. YES! IT WORKED! I just conquered the scary and cynical Jo Reiner. HAHA yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third round, preferred motion. They gave us choices: 1. THBT Big is Beautiful, 2. THBT President and Partners will not Smile at the End of the Month, and 3. THW Coordinate the Helps in a Wallet. We were confused about these motions. They gave us clues and guidance. Whoa, but the guidance that they gave were different than that we practiced. The same one is just the first motion. Then we chose 2, 3, 1. (It’s sorted from the motion that we think we can the most. But this was Amanda’s choice. Somehow I disagreed with&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this. I chose 3, 2, 1.) And we got the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; motion. Alhamdulillah, not that hard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the third round, we faced SMAN 2 Cisauk, Tangerang Selatan. Their first speaker’s scary. Haha. Her name is Magreta. The way she speaks is so convincing and her face is so not relaxed (Indonesian says: mukanya ga nyantai, just like Jo Reiner.) Because it’s already 4 in the afternoon, and Gonzaga has no air conditioners, I was already so tired that I couldn’t concentrate much. So I think my performance wasn’t as good as the first and the second one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And unfortunately this round was a silent round. It means that the competition committee won’t tell us the results until Tuesday. IT MAKES ME SO CURIOUS AND UNCALM (ga tenang), YA KNOW? The adjudicator said that the margin is only one. But I think that we’d win. Amin ya Allah. Tomorrow will be the results! OH MY GOD my heart is pumping right now, no syke. YA ALLAH I HOPE THAT I’LL WINNNNNNNN! AMIN YA ROBBAL ALAMIN.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1315886736885751275?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1315886736885751275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1315886736885751275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1315886736885751275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1315886736885751275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonzaga-festivals-debate-competition.html' title='Gonzaga Festival’s Debate Competition'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3859410626682266690</id><published>2009-11-12T20:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:55:45.179+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time smokers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior high school smokers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the amount of smokers in indonesia'/><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;hey i just found an interesting  article when i was researching for my debate motions. i got it from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2009/11/12/growing-number-school-students-smoking.html?t=1258032593#comment-28676&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 24px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Growing number of school students smoking&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="info" style="margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jakarta Post&lt;/strong&gt;    |  Thu, 11/12/2009 7:58 PM  |  National&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;A survey has found about 13 percent of first-time smokers in the country are junior high school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Syahril Mansyur, from the Surakarta Health Agency’s respiratory illness division, said Thursday the finding showed an alarming growth rate of Indonesian smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency conducted the survey in five major cities across the country, including Surakarta in Central Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This situation is a cause for concern,” he said. “It appears the country’s younger generation is uneducated about the health risks of smoking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey also revealed 89 percent of young female employees were smokers in the five cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indonesian anti-tobacco campaign has reportedly been deemed as ineffective as the government refuses to sign the international convention on tobacco control. It said cigarette producers contributed to a large amount to state revenue and thousands of workers relied on the industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's so bad, isn't it?&lt;/b&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/107207652540945664-3859410626682266690?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3859410626682266690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3859410626682266690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3859410626682266690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3859410626682266690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-407983967540106235</id><published>2009-09-29T09:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:32:36.397+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rizky pebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMAK Penabur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMAK 3 Penabur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ade bimi malidianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian reza'/><title type='text'>Debate Competition Today. SO NERVOUS.</title><content type='html'>Hello, world. Today, I'm gonna join a debate competition at SMAK 3 Penabur, Gunung Sahari. My debate team will be me, Kak Tian, and Kak Bimi. I'm soooooo nervous. It's 9.30 am and I'm going to get off to school at 10.30. (What? It's one hour left to go?). The competition will start at 12.10 pm, though. But it's better coming earlier then late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SOOOOOOO NERVOUS!!!!!!!! Debating is so new to me. I really had no idea about debating. All I know about debate was it's for president candidates, like the one showed on TV One when it's still the president election times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My debate team mates have already experienced debating before. They've won some debate competitions, too. Kak Bimi, she's a 12th grader. Kak Tian, he's a 11th grader. And me? 10th grader. New kid at school, joining a debate competition, with seniors. It's like I'm the only one who's dumb, with the lack of experience in my team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm replacing Kak Pebra's position. He's the one who's usually in a team with Kak Tian and Kak Bimi. But now he's still outta town, mudik lebaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't be pessimist. I have to try and do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh kay, I'm gonna research for some motions that I haven't researched. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Labschool 'A' Team FTW!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-407983967540106235?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/407983967540106235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=407983967540106235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/407983967540106235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/407983967540106235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/debate-competition-today-so-nervous.html' title='Debate Competition Today. SO NERVOUS.'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-934068825092780510</id><published>2009-09-29T08:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:13:21.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 oktober 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batik party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SBY batik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNESCO batik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batik indonesia'/><title type='text'>Let's Wear Batik on October 2, 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SsFk6B4jnpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TidGg6xCq_U/s1600-h/batik2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SsFk6B4jnpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TidGg6xCq_U/s400/batik2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386697577412664978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Batik is Indonesia's culture! Don't let the other countries claim batik as their culture! How? By wearing batik on the 2nd of October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;On that date, at an event in Abu Dhabi, the United Arab Emirates, The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) would add batik to its Intangible Cultural Heritage (ICH) list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Proud? OF COURSE! But don't be too proud. Because batik is just the 3rd Indonesian culture that has been added to the ICH list, while Indonesia has a plenty amount of cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;SBY, the president of Indonesia, on his dialog with hundreds of Indonesian college students in Boston, USA this Saturday, told us to wear batik on October 2nd. This batik party needs to be done. So the world knows that batik really originates from Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;DKI Jakarta's governor, Fauzi Bowo, issued a call number 9, year 2009 about Wearing Batik on October 2nd, 2009. Students will be suggested to wear batik by Jakarta's Education Ministry and Hotel and bar stewards is also suggested to wear batik by the Jakarta's Tourism and Cultural Ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;I hope my school, SMA Labschool Jakarta, will demand all the students, teachers, and employees to wear batik on this Friday. But I think they won't. BOO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Let's appreciate and love our cultures. Don't let the other countries claim them as theirs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-934068825092780510?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/934068825092780510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=934068825092780510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/934068825092780510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/934068825092780510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-wear-batik-on-october-2-2009.html' title='Let&apos;s Wear Batik on October 2, 2009!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SsFk6B4jnpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TidGg6xCq_U/s72-c/batik2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1792924576314371171</id><published>2009-09-27T14:32:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:08:19.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sr8akyCcqyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/D3eDjwTYKJM/s1600-h/lebaran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sr8akyCcqyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/D3eDjwTYKJM/s320/lebaran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386052898568055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, everyone! I just want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY IDUL FITRI 1430 H!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sr8bKqEkTPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ka0L6umxw5c/s1600-h/ketupat.bmp.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sr8bKqEkTPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ka0L6umxw5c/s400/ketupat.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386053549264489714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me for all of the mistakes that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of our ibadahs and puasa will be accepted by Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;oh please, don't laugh at the pic, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1792924576314371171?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1792924576314371171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1792924576314371171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1792924576314371171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1792924576314371171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sr8akyCcqyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/D3eDjwTYKJM/s72-c/lebaran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5666453769057104126</id><published>2009-09-16T16:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:19:23.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World Comes Down by The All-American Rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SrC2b_ZV0KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uJkFHvBI69c/s1600-h/B001H9JBF8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SrC2b_ZV0KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uJkFHvBI69c/s200/B001H9JBF8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382002146698186914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been waiting for this album for sooo long. After I searched for Forever the Sickest Kids' Underdog Alma Mater Deluxe Edition everywhere, I couldn't find them. So, as an alternative, I chose When the World Comes Down by The All-American Rejects (AAR).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This album contains 11 songs with 7 bonus tracks. This is the song list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Wanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fallin' Apart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mona Lisa (When the World Comes Down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakin'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Heart Calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wind Blows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus Tracks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non Musical Silence (Hidden Track)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine (Hidden)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Wanna (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn Girl (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fallin' Apart (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mona Lisa (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real World (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here I Sit (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, Non Musical Silence is not a song. It's just silent, no music, no lyrics. Sunshine is also a hidden track. Why it's hidden? Because its title is not written on the album cover. But Sunshine is the BEST song of this album! It's like, why did AAR hid Sunshine? This song is sooo amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay these are my recommended songs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine, I Wanna, Another Heart Calls, Mona Lisa, Breakin', Believe, Back to Me, and The Wind Blows. (It's sorted randomly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I like the best is Sunshine. Oh by the way, if you're curious about what's Sunshine like, the song that I put on my blog is Sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the conclusion is that YOU &lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt; BUY THIS ALBUM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the songs are amazing. You won't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, my parents said that AAR is just a one time fame band. They just don't understand. Our sense of music are different.&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/107207652540945664-5666453769057104126?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5666453769057104126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5666453769057104126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5666453769057104126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5666453769057104126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-world-comes-down-by-all-american.html' title='When the World Comes Down by The All-American Rejects'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SrC2b_ZV0KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uJkFHvBI69c/s72-c/B001H9JBF8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-9123917834827443483</id><published>2009-09-16T16:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:45:14.740+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LISA'/><title type='text'>keeping you informed</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I'm trying to be serious now. No more hahaha hihihi posts like my recent 3 posts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey have you known that I'm already on high school now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet? Boo lame. Ha JK. "That's because you haven't been posting, Dira!" Okay... I heard someone said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, because I haven't been posting for months, what I'm going to do now is telling you some new important informations about me. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's start. I'm now on the XD class. I sit next to Jufita Amanda Baqo. Just call her Jufita. But hey. Don't ever call her anything except Jufita. Cause I've once called her Jupe and then she got angry. Haha. LOL, forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her junior high school is at 99 Public School, next to 21 high school, Pulomas. How come I know her? Well, at the first day of high school, I wasn't on the XD class, but XB. Nah, Jufita was also on XB. So I know her from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What extracurriculars am I joining now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I join LISA and Labs Choir. What's LISA? LISA is Labschool International Students Association. It's like an English Club. But I think it's more than an English Club. In LISA, we can choose whether we want to study TOEFL, debating, or musical theatre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess which LISA program am I in? TOEFL? Absolutely not. I'm not that kinda person who likes to study all the time, kay? Haha. Musical Theatre? I wanted to, but I can't pick two programs once. So......... I join debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labschool's debate also has its own name, you know. Amazed? You don't need to. Haha. It's called LDC (Labs Debating Corps - Labs is the abbreviation of Labschool. Just FYI if you haven't known it yet. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About my piano lesson with Pak Rantos, I've finished the Beyer book and now I'm studying Burg Muller (currently stuck on Innocence. Haha) and Duvernoy. I just bought Duvernoy yesterday with Biyan and Jufita at Max and Jeanny, Rawamangun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. What else do I need to tell you? "Who's your crush?!" What? Stop askin me about that. It's not proper. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's enough. Bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-9123917834827443483?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9123917834827443483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=9123917834827443483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9123917834827443483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/9123917834827443483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/keeping-you-informed.html' title='keeping you informed'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8652821242150988769</id><published>2009-09-16T16:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:02:58.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>what? only one new post? well, that's the only one that i found on My Documents&lt;div&gt;hahah sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay forget about the past and let's move forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just gonna write my current stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8652821242150988769?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8652821242150988769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8652821242150988769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8652821242150988769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8652821242150988769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6631734887398143047</id><published>2009-09-16T15:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:00:27.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the New Family Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A baby has born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Name&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: Caleb Nadira Turman a.k.a. Caleb Jr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DoB&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: June 13, 2009&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: 17:46:40 (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Time) 16:46:40 WIB&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Place&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Suntec City Hall&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here’s the story:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;When I was having a trip at &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there was an IT Exhibition (a friend of mom said that). Because we didn’t know where the exhibition is held, we asked the cashier at Giordano (on that time we were shopping tees there). She said that it’s in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Suntec&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Then after we shopped for many things at the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:city&gt; Center Mall (if I’m not mistaken), we went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Suntec&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by a taxi. We wanted to take the bus, but the bus number that we need didn’t come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;We stood in a line to get a taxi. U know what, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; doesn’t allow people to fill more than 5 persons in one taxi (including the driver). That’s great. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a really discipline country. And then the taxi driver took us to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Suntec&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City   Hall&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He said that people buy TVs and computers there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;And yeah, that’s right, after we got outta the taxi, I saw people carrying boxes of MacBooks and laptops. Some of them pull trolleys with a CPU, a monitor, a keyboard, and a printer box on it. Cool! This place is amazing! The price must be cheaper than it used to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;Whoa! What a crowd! This big place is so crowded with people! It was worse than the Crocs Sale in Sency a few months ago. Everyone wants to buy stuffs. The only two escalators were full with people. But people waited one by one in order. Not like in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there must be pushing and falling and cutting in the line. C’mon Indonesians! Lets be more discipline!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;We headed up and found the Apple EpiCentre. There were many people there. When we entered, we were asked: “What are you looking for?” by the waiter. Mom said: “iPod Touch” then he took us to the iPod touch place. Without trying the iPod touch sample or what, mom just asked the price to the waitress. It was S$388. Which is Rp 2.716.000,00 – I multiplied it with Rp 7.000,00 which the rate of exchange on that time was about Rp 7.000,00.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;“Do you wanna buy it?” Asked the waitress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;“Yes.” Said mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;“The 8 gb or the 16 gb?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;“8” I said. Then the waitress gave me the form that I have to fill in. After I finished, I went to the cashier. The line was long! But I didn’t wait long. Cause there are many cashiers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;Mom paid it with a credit card. Then you know what, I got a free snake case, a clear plastic case, a screen protector, and a USB travel charger. We didn’t know that we’ll get freebies. We just came in and then paid it. Yeay that’s cool! I’m now currently using the snake case to protect my iPod from scratching and breaking when it falls to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;Why I named my iPod? Jonathan Cook – FTSK vocalist, named his Blackberry Bold. He named her Jonathan Junior. Then I was inspired to name my iPod. I was confused will I name her Caleb or Jonathan. But after a few times thinking, I decided to name her Caleb. ♥♥♥♥ Caleb Turman is the guitarist of Forever the Sickest Kids, which I’m a big fan of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;sorry for the lame alignments. i couldn't fix it. hahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6631734887398143047?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6631734887398143047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6631734887398143047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6631734887398143047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6631734887398143047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducing-new-family-member.html' title='Introducing the New Family Member'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3024616505326542216</id><published>2009-09-16T15:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:55:41.644+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO, WORLD.</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. I haven't been posting for AGES!!! (exaggerating much)&lt;div&gt;I really really miss my blog. This blog was like my official website, which shows my everyday story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sooooooooo sorry. I've been real busy these days. I also felt lazy to write because of the more fun bun unimportant things, such as FACEBOOK, TWITTER, and many more. But now I realized how important blogging is. So from this second, I'll try to keep Dira's Blog up to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something just struck me and this idea just popped outta my brain. What's that 'something'? SECRET. :P but it's just like what indonesian people says: 'mendapat ilham'. after getting that ilham, they'll do that thing immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh by the way. happy 1st anniversary, Dira's Blog! with more than 2.300 visitors one year, that's awesome. thank you for you who reads Dira's Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh kay. i think it's enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and to make it up to you i'm gonna post some posts that i've written but i haven't posted it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry if it's so out of date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&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/107207652540945664-3024616505326542216?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3024616505326542216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3024616505326542216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3024616505326542216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3024616505326542216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-world.html' title='HELLO, WORLD.'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7744859117867409740</id><published>2009-07-02T09:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:40:14.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee132d1856fb6e80" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee132d1856fb6e80%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331917990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D853EFEFA39C377C0A43F5E7707E32385BF90DB4D.21D923A9C6368A8CEA0BB458DF0E58BF389A6C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee132d1856fb6e80%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTiKPhFSFdhFApc0rDB8UlVEtFkk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above is the slide show of the pictures when we were in singapore&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7744859117867409740?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee132d1856fb6e80&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7744859117867409740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7744859117867409740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7744859117867409740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7744859117867409740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore.html' title='Singapore!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1776400178100245359</id><published>2009-06-23T12:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:10:45.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dira&apos;s UN scores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final examination indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEM is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEM dira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEM nadira puteri kusaeni'/><title type='text'>My Final Examination Scores</title><content type='html'>The final examination or as known as UN (Ujian National) here in Indonesia is a test that is the standard to enter high school. There are four subjects that’s tested: English, Indonesian Language, Math, and Science. The perfect score is 10, so if our scores are perfect, our NEM will be 40.00. A NEM is the total score from all the four subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my NEM is…….&lt;br /&gt;35.50 :P&lt;br /&gt;With a 9.00 on English, another 9.00 on Indonesian, 9.50 on Mathematics, and (the worse) 8.00 on Science. Not too bad. But it was less than I expected. However, my parents are already proud of that and I think that score is worth my struggles. I didn’t study as hard as the other people do. Maybe the other people studied all night long everyday before the UN, but I didn’t always do that. I still watch TV, surf the internet for hours, listen to music, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already happy with that. Alhamdulillah thank you so much Ya Allah for that score. I’m so grateful. I gotta do better on high school. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1776400178100245359?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1776400178100245359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1776400178100245359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1776400178100245359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1776400178100245359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-final-examination-scores.html' title='My Final Examination Scores'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6444007368775134559</id><published>2009-06-10T15:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:21:37.321+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Swim With Your Sunblock on</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I just swam without putting some sunblock on my skin. It’s because there weren’t any sunblock left in the bottle. And mom hasn’t bought one for me. So I just swam without sunblocks on. Sunblock really matters. My skin turned really dark after swimming. Want a proof? Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9p8f3M2oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V53V-Ji9GHU/s1600-h/paha+belang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9p8f3M2oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V53V-Ji9GHU/s400/paha+belang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345607770778163842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cropped it from a picture of my thigh. Cause if I don’t, it’ll become a controversy. Haha. Pornography. Rofl. See? Always swim with your sunblocks on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6444007368775134559?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6444007368775134559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6444007368775134559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6444007368775134559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6444007368775134559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-swim-with-your-sunblock-on.html' title='Always Swim With Your Sunblock on'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9p8f3M2oI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V53V-Ji9GHU/s72-c/paha+belang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-2205147700032446879</id><published>2009-06-10T14:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:02:30.062+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Making Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My LIA (LIA is my English course name) teacher, Mrs. Retno announced a poster making competition. She said, the winner will get a prize. The competition was only for my class. My class has 7 students, which is 4 girls and 3 boys. So my class was divided into 2 groups: the girls, and the boys. The poster theme was free. We can choose whatever we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we planned to make the poster before the LIA class starts. Then I told my friends to come to LIA at 1.30 pm (the class starts on 3). We’ll do the poster in the library. But yesterday I was really sleepy after swimming. I decided to take a nap for an hour before I go to LIA (from 12 o’clock until 1 o’clock, and then at 1 I go to LIA with Mr. Tu – my driver). After having lunch at 12, I lay my head and started to sleep. I set my alarm to 1:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wake up, you’re a drama queen… Carry on like you’re supposed to be, get away, hurry up, come on. Get away…” My alarm rang (which the alarm ringtone was Forever the Sickest Kids’ song: Catastrophe. That song really fits to become an alarm ringtone. Haha) 1 o’clock. I have to be quick and go to LIA. I haven’t bought the carton paper that is used to make the poster. Mom didn’t give me money. I texted mom immediately to ask her is there money at home. Mom said that there isn’t. She told me to borrow Santo – my maid ‘s money. Then she gave me Rp 50.000,00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly there’s a stationery store near my home. So I can buy the carton there. I told Tu to buy me the red, black, green, and blue carton for me. He bought the wrong carton. I forgot to tell him don’t buy the Asturo one, just buy the regular carton. (On that time my brain cells hasn’t attached yet. I was like I was still half sleeping. Haha) Before I go, I SMSed Tasya – my LIA friend that I’ll come late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I brought Dad’s Blackberry with me. Because I’ll get bored when I pick Dad up at his office. I always pick him up too early. And I’ll get bored on the long way home. So I decided to bring BB so I can chat the whole way home. On that time my cell phone’s battery was low, too (but I still bring her). But I attached my phone to my car’s music player so it can play the music from my phone (which is up to date, not like my mp3) and my phone can be charged, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o’clock, I arrived at LIA. I called my friends have they come yet. They said they didn’t. First, I called Tasya. She said she hasn’t arrived. She’s still on the way. Yeah I know, she told me that she will go to LIA after her trip to somewhere (idk). Then I called Daisy. She said that she hasn’t arrived yet, too. She’s also still on the way. Daisy told me that she was from puncak, so I understand as if she’ll come late. Then I called Dyan. She didn’t answer. I was really frustrated on that time. I’ve come late but none of them has arrived? What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I entered the library with an angry feeling. My nose was really snotty on that time (the back stroke made water entered my nose) which made me more frustrated. I searched for the American Seventeen magazine, which I usually read at LIA’s library, but they haven’t put the new edition. I’m getting more frustrated again. Then I texted Dyan where she is, but she didn’t reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the magazine pages then read the articles that I’ve already read when suddenly someone hit my shoulders and said: “Dor!” I turned over and… “Stupid! Stupid! Why are you here? Y’all told me that you haven’t arrived…” I was shocked. Tasya, Dyan, and Daisy were there. The quiet, safe, and soundly library turned noisy because of me. “Sshhh… You’re too loud…” Said Tasya. Everyone was looking at me. Sorry, library visitors. I was being shocked by my friends. Don’t blame on me! Blame them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re really Miss Late.” Said Tasya again. “Hahaha. I was so sleepy. I recently woke up from my sleep!” “What? Daisy? Why are you here? You lied! You told me that you’re still on the way?” I said to Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… Tasya did this… She was the brain from all of this…” Said Daisy. Dyan just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“Whattt?? I called you but you didn’t answer???” I said to Dyan.&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahah Miss Late” Said Tasya. Then we all get into class to do the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started making the poster. But we haven’t known what we should make yet. Lame them. Why didn’t they think about what will we make when they were still in the library? Then I just told them to create a poster about the election, which will be started next month. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 o’clock, the teacher came, we haven’t finished yet. I just told Mrs. Retno that we want to finish the poster. Mrs. Retno said yes and she let us to finish the poster. We didn’t study. That’s fine. The book is already finished. There’s no thing that we need to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys haven’t finished their poster, too. But the boys’ poster was so simple and ordinary that I didn’t get the message from it. And I already know that the girls will win. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9nKOJAQlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6LUvu8j-18Y/s1600-h/gambar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345604708004282962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9nKOJAQlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6LUvu8j-18Y/s400/gambar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s our poster. But I think that our poster was too big that is hard to stick on the wall because it uses too much space. We were finished with the poster then we gave it to Mrs. Retno. Mrs. Retno then gave it to the supervisor. She decided who’s the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was us! The girls! Yeaaay we won!! Then Mrs. Retno announced the prize. She said because she doesn’t know what do we like, then she’ll just give us money. She said, the amount is small just buy an ice cream with it. I was wondering about how much is the money. I thought that one person will get Rp 5.000,00. Because last Thursday Mrs. Retno treated us Campina ice cream that is sold in the cafeteria which is Rp 3.500,00/cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the envelope when the class is over. I opened it in the toilet. “Look, there are two blues!” (In IDR, the blue color is the color of a Rp 50.000,00 – so it means that Mrs. Retno gave us Rp 100.000,00). 1004= 25. So each of us got Rp 25.000,00. That’s enough to buy a cup of Baskin Robbins ice cream! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mrs. Retno. I said when I shook her hand when we went home. That was a lot of money. It means a lot to us! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9oTFpRQRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DOlmxGzra-U/s1600-h/LIA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605959854145810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9oTFpRQRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DOlmxGzra-U/s400/LIA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left to right: Tasya, Dyan, Me, Daisy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-2205147700032446879?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2205147700032446879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=2205147700032446879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2205147700032446879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/2205147700032446879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/poster-making-competition.html' title='Poster Making Competition'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Si9nKOJAQlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6LUvu8j-18Y/s72-c/gambar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4865566202907336134</id><published>2009-06-09T21:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:40:54.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Swimming Update!</title><content type='html'>Yeeaaaah! I've learned swimming 5 times! And I already learned 3 strokes! Wooo! But from those 3 strokes, the best stroke that I can do is the Frog Stroke. It's the easiest stroke ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 strokes in swimming (said my teacher): Frog Stroke, Free Stroke, Back Stroke, and Butterfly Stroke. But my driver told me that there is a Swan Stroke. Lmao he told me to ask Mrs. Sumini (my swimming coach), then I asked her is there any swan stroke in swimming? Then she said that there isn't. Haha. That's a country stroke, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest stroke of them all is the butterfly stroke. Yeah, the coolest, the hardest. The butterfly stroke is so attractive. Why? Because when you do it, everyone would be looking at you because we slam our body and our hands to the water so the water splashes hardly and it creates a loud noise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a guy who can do the butterfly stroke. It was soooooo cool seeing him swimming. He's like he has already joined a swimming competition and became a winner. But idk. That guy was maybe only 2 or 3 years older than me. That guy also looks like the 12th grader that I had a crush on. Haha. But no, that wasn't him. Because Mrs. Sumini told me that he goes to Al-Azhar hi school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like omg he really can swim. I'm really amazed with his swimming. He can swim with the free stroke quickly down the pool, and he also can do the butterfly stroke (which is the hardest stroke). But hmm I saw he didn't swim down the whole pool with the butterfly stroke. Maybe he still couldn't do it till the end. But noprob. U've already impressed me. :D ur so cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa I'm obsessed with the butterfly stroke. I hope that I can finish my back stroke (the stroke which I'm still practicing on) quickly and then I continue to the butterfly stroke. But mrs. Sumini said that the butterfly stroke is so hard that I need more than 4 days to practice. :( but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back stroke is a bit tough. Because we need to keep our body float in the water. The back stroke is the stroke which we look up (so it's like we're laying on the water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's enough for my swimming update. I'm gonna write my piano update asap. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4865566202907336134?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4865566202907336134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4865566202907336134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4865566202907336134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4865566202907336134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-update.html' title='Swimming Update!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3195144289335238820</id><published>2009-06-05T14:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:56:32.004+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><title type='text'>Another FTSK Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SijMkVuBorI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XjiAP4uHqgU/s1600-h/Photo_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745882552640178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SijMkVuBorI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XjiAP4uHqgU/s400/Photo_144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAA!!! I’m so happy right now. You must’ve read my post about the Austin Bello stuff, right? He replied my message. Now that thing happened again. Yeah. But not Austin, it’s Jonathan Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda like a Twitter freak now… It’s because all of the FTSK guys have one and they’re all Twitter freaks. But the most recent tweeter is Jonathan. He tweets every second (not every second, obviously. Just exaggerating) and he wrote everything that he’s currently doing right now. (That’s what Twitter is for) That’s the fun thing about Twitter. We can follow someone, it’s just like stalking someone around but it’s a lot more easier and we can do it anywhere we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me so happy is that Jonathan replied my tweet to him. If you use Twitter often you must know what I mean. For you who doesn’t understand, well let me explain it. First, Jonathan updated his status. He said that his Blackberry Bold is going to Ebay tomorrow. But he still loves her. (He has two phones, the first one is Bold and the other is iPhone.) Then I replied: I’m gonna buy your Blackberry Bold! :D (But on that time of course that I was just kidding and that won’t happen to me cause Dad doesn’t want me to buy stuff online. And I thought that Jonathan won’t take my reply seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh my goodness when I saw my Friends Timeline (Friends Timeline is a page that shows our friends’ recent updates), I saw Jonathan wrote @ftskfandira blablabla. Haaa I was shocked… He replied my tweet for the first timeeee! But gee I couldn’t understand what he wrote. Yeah, I’m not so good in English urban language. But maybe it wasn’t urban language. I’ll just tell you what he wrote, maybe u can tell me the meaning. “I know I like that idea better, I would much rather a stranger on ebay not be the new phone 4 my bold, cuz I do still love her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t understand. I hope he doesn’t expect me to buy his Bold cause I won’t buy it. (Yeah I want to, but once again – there are some reasons.) Sweet. If he does expect me to buy his Bold, then I will be losing a chance to be known with a Jonathan Cook. Geez. I hope that he doesn’t so he won’t be disappointed. No, I was just dreaming. What the heck did I write…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was just too happy so I write this weirdly. Lots of exclamation marks. And lots of exclamation words. Ah it doesn’t matter what did he write about. But I don’t know what to reply to him because I don’t know the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that’s done. I hope that the other FTSK guys will reply my messages or what. I hope then I can chat with Caleb on MSN. Ah just dreaming. But you know what, there are people who has been chatting with him! The jealousy came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, here’s my Twitter profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ftskfandira"&gt;http://twitter.com/ftskfandira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Twitter account is FTSK fan Dira (don’t put space between them, like the URL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3195144289335238820?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3195144289335238820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3195144289335238820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3195144289335238820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3195144289335238820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-ftsk-replies.html' title='Another FTSK Replies'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SijMkVuBorI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XjiAP4uHqgU/s72-c/Photo_144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1658549650485640987</id><published>2009-05-12T13:44:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:15:56.341+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk fans indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk in indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin bello'/><title type='text'>THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, AUSTIN BELLO FOR REPLYING MY MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgkmysTwWxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/i9Z3DMmqMp4/s1600-h/superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334837885926398738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgkmysTwWxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/i9Z3DMmqMp4/s400/superhero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm SOOOOO happy when I saw: 'You have recieved a message from Austin Bello.' from my phone. I was waiting for the science test when I saw that text. Yeah I always check my email and Facebook. Everywhere and anytime. (Technology helps us to do anything everywhere. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm gonna tell you the story from the start. Yesterday, I messaged Austin Bello and begged him to come to Jakarta, Indonesia. Here's what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey austin. i'm nadira. from jakarta, indonesia&lt;br /&gt;well you may not know me. but i can tell that I'M FTSK's #1 FAN from Indonesia. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna tell you to come to Jakarta one day&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEEEEEEEEE......&lt;br /&gt;the crowd here is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i follow you on twitter, austinbello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;xooxoo&lt;br /&gt;♥ Nadira"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I messaged FTSK many times, but they didn't reply it until TODAY. I was soooo freakin' happy, you know. When I saw that Austin replied my message, my jaw dropped. I can't describe how happy and amazed I was. They've never replied my messages before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I opened the message. I didn't believe what he wrote, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you rule and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;believe me one day i would love to come to indonesia&lt;/span&gt; hopefully &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i can convince our booking agent to make that happen&lt;/span&gt;, you rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;austin"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?????? Austin will tell their booking agent to come here!!!!!!!!!! OMG Austin is like a SUPER HERO for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you SOOOOOO much, Austin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you guys here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1658549650485640987?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1658549650485640987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1658549650485640987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1658549650485640987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1658549650485640987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-sooo-much-austin-bello-for.html' title='THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, AUSTIN BELLO FOR REPLYING MY MESSAGE'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgkmysTwWxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/i9Z3DMmqMp4/s72-c/superhero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7504588492086969547</id><published>2009-05-08T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:13:11.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help me'/><title type='text'>WHAT SHOULD I WEAR????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, DBR – Dira’s Blog Readers! (Hm I think that will be a good name for the people who read Dira’s Blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, DBR. Can you please help me decide what should I wear on the Farewell party? It will be on June 3rd. I’m so confused. I haven’t made my decision yet (and I haven’t searched for it) ha-ha. The theme is about Movies (Again? Yes. The yearbook theme was about Movies either. Which I was a Bond Girl from Casino Royale.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lists of what will some of my friends will be wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arin : She’ll wear a ballet dress, which like a character from the movie Game Plan.&lt;br /&gt;-Riris : She’ll be Alice’s friend from Alice in Wonderland. The one who has rabbit ears.&lt;br /&gt;-Disho : She’ll pretend to be Willy Wonka. From Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;-Riza : She’ll wear a blue dress from the 27 Dresses movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Windi : She’ll be like someone from Bride Wars.&lt;br /&gt;-Laras : She’ll wear an ‘I ♥ NY’ t-shirt like Mary Kate or Ashley from NY Minute.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindah: She’ll be Barbie from the Barbie Nutcracker (if I’m not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;-Vissa : She'll be a girl from Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;-Anne  : She didn’t know what to wear yet, but she said to me she’ll wear a dress from Sex and the City or Susan’s dress from Narnia the Lion, the Witch, and the Cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;-Keziah: She'll be Madeline. (Avissa said that to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaa. I don’t know what to wear… Some of them have already got their clothes with them. Riris suggested me to be someone from Star Wars. Hmm. Let's see. Help me decide! Okay bye. I'm gonna google some movies.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgPzes0EldI/AAAAAAAAATc/xoY6tCB-0M8/s1600-h/the_game_plan_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgPzes0EldI/AAAAAAAAATc/xoY6tCB-0M8/s200/the_game_plan_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333374092487988690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP0fdmfUnI/AAAAAAAAATk/XDeuCAQP7dQ/s1600-h/37_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP0fdmfUnI/AAAAAAAAATk/XDeuCAQP7dQ/s400/37_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333375205095985778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP1No29mHI/AAAAAAAAATs/hRmE2iHhafo/s1600-h/new%2520york%2520minute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP1No29mHI/AAAAAAAAATs/hRmE2iHhafo/s200/new%2520york%2520minute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333375998391851122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP1uWJzAnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TUIBmTKxkBs/s1600-h/Willy_Wonka-resin-statue_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP1uWJzAnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TUIBmTKxkBs/s200/Willy_Wonka-resin-statue_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333376560306258546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP2Y9DwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/uh6iAhVazns/s1600-h/41FK5H2M7RL__SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP2Y9DwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/uh6iAhVazns/s200/41FK5H2M7RL__SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333377292304410562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP3El-8-PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vkd1-7iDAVo/s1600-h/Bride-Wars-Hudson-Hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP3El-8-PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vkd1-7iDAVo/s200/Bride-Wars-Hudson-Hathaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333378042024491250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP3YSKv2aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7cBzDGHR0vw/s1600-h/narnia_susan_archer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgP3YSKv2aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7cBzDGHR0vw/s200/narnia_susan_archer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333378380302637474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7504588492086969547?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7504588492086969547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7504588492086969547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7504588492086969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7504588492086969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-should-i-wear.html' title='WHAT SHOULD I WEAR????'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SgPzes0EldI/AAAAAAAAATc/xoY6tCB-0M8/s72-c/the_game_plan_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8776333122880006418</id><published>2009-05-08T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:48:02.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF'/><title type='text'>Free Sheet Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be ready to not complain or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my parents bought me a piano, I became more interested to play the songs that I like. (Thank you soooo much mom and dad for buying me a piano.) I searched for sheet musics in the internet. If you find it hard to get free sheet musics, I have a great website for you to check it out. It is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pianolicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://pianolicious.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are up to date. If there’s no song that you were seeking, you can request it by giving a comment on one of her posts. She sorts the artist alphabetically, too if you want to search songs by an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the piano stuff. I learned to play the piano since I was on the 4th grade. (I think it’s a bit too late.) I took a private piano lesson so the teacher came to my house. But on that time, I didn’t have a piano. I practiced with a keyboard. Yes keyboards and pianos are different. A keyboard needs electricity to turn it on, while a piano doesn’t. Keyboard keys are a lot more softer than a piano. Then you have to put on some pressure if you wanna press the piano keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quit learning when I was a 6th grader. Mom said that I must stay focus on the exams, so I stopped. But the real reason was, I haven’t finished doing a homework. (I told my mom that I wanted to stop. But I didn’t tell the reason why. :D) The teacher, Mrs. Ross (or Rose, I forgot) wanted me to write a song. I was finished with the music, but I haven’t made the lyrics yet. I felt like I didn’t want my song to be heard to her. It was about the lyrics that maybe I was too shy to let her read it. (What a really bad reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I really regretted it all. (Yes. Regret always comes later.) Now I realized that making a song is really cool. Maybe Mrs. Ross could help me a bit with the music. Maybe when the song is finished, and she liked it, she would record it. Oh gee. After I finished recording the CD, I might be famous. :P She often gave me compliments about my piano play. She said that I have a special talent. :D Thank you so much for the compliments, Pampampam. (That’s what I like to call her. Why? Because she said ‘pam pam pam pam’ to keep me on the correct tempo - like a metronome. Sometimes she clapped her hands, or stomped her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, I felt a little not good about her. I didn’t wanna meet her anymore. It was like I ran away. When I gave the letter to Pampampam, she said: if you don’t want to study piano anymore, then just say it. I said to her: No, mom will call you back after these tests. But she didn’t. That’s why I felt bad to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once met her when I was entering my house. She was walking in front of my house. She was going to teach my neighbor. I was really shocked and afraid. I felt like: gosh, I must rush in and pretend not seeing her. But… She called my name. “Nadira…” Ow. She saw me. I must see her and shake her hand. Yes I shook her hand with a not good feeling. On that time, I was on the 7th grade. Then she said: “Hey, Nadira. Where do you go to school now?” I said: “Labschool Rawamangun.” Then she said: “You look prettier.” I said thanks and smiled then get in to my house. Huh. I screamed as soon I came in. On that time, grandma’s here. Grandma knows that I don’t want to meet her. I told the story what just happened. That wasn’t my first time seeing Pampampam after I quit her lesson. I saw her before, but I hid myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to learn to play the piano again. But not with Pampampam. Still, because of the bad feeling. Now I will study with her brother, Mr. Rantos which is my neighbor. He also can play the piano. He was the one who brought the piano to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What musical instrument do you want to play beside the piano? DRUMS. Guitar, too of course. (So not everyone in the house plays the piano.) But we don’t have to join a guitar lesson to learn to play a guitar. Singing beggars can play the guitar. They must’ve not joined a guitar lesson, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8776333122880006418?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8776333122880006418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8776333122880006418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8776333122880006418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8776333122880006418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-sheet-music.html' title='Free Sheet Music'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7793068261532293982</id><published>2009-04-27T18:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:15:46.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on TWITTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey, guys. Now that I saw there are many celebrities who use '&lt;em&gt;tweets&lt;/em&gt;', I made my own Twitter! Here's the URL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/FTSKfanDira"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://twitter.com/FTSKfanDira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329327736442730226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SfWTVx5ONvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RWSq6CHVvOI/s400/tweety.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be my follower, okay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was I interested in Twitter? Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Caleb Turman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has one. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7793068261532293982?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7793068261532293982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7793068261532293982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7793068261532293982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7793068261532293982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-twitter.html' title='I&apos;m on TWITTER!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SfWTVx5ONvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RWSq6CHVvOI/s72-c/tweety.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4517932394953197821</id><published>2009-04-15T16:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:53:51.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Pohon Merkarsari (Mekarsari Tree House)</title><content type='html'>If you don’t know where to stay in Taman Buah Mekarsari (Mekarsari Fruit Park) – Hmm, actually it’s not only a fruit park, there’s a lotta things to do besides planting fruits and seeing the fruit gardens. So it’s now named as Mekarsari Amazing Tourism Park. – You can try to stay in Mekarsari’s tree house, which is sponsored by Leo Keripik Kentang. But it’s not like a tree house that you thought. It’s a house that is built on top of a tree. (It’s not like that either. Well, the house is built on top of a fake tree. So the tree is human made too. Haha. Below’s the pic if you’re still confused.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWspfFG4gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaYhnl0cZj8/s1600-h/mekarsari+(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWspfFG4gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaYhnl0cZj8/s200/mekarsari+(52).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851963153015298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the tree house, there’s a large bed for two, a TV, a small refrigerator, and a water heater to make drinks. The bathroom is so small. There’s no bathtub so it uses a shower. It has a washbasin, too. Oh yeah. One more thing, it’s air conditioned. If you need an extra bed, you can order one like I did. But I don’t know how much it costs. To rent the tree house, it costs Rp 550.000,00 per night if I’m not mistaken. And you can join the Smart Cultivation Tour for free on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna tell you the story about my trip to Mekarsari. First of all, we went to the ‘Wisata Air’ (Water Tour) by the train. You have to pay Rp 10.000,00 per person but you don’t have to pay again later. At Wisata Air, I tried the Floating Donut. Here’s what the Floating Donut like:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWtILXrniI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9hwXfw90Xwg/s1600-h/mekarsari+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWtILXrniI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9hwXfw90Xwg/s200/mekarsari+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852490438155810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can walk across the lake with that floating donut. Don’t worry, it has a rope that’s tied to the land so we can’t go so far. I was inside the Floating Donut with Jean. He’s always tripping because I drove the donut quickly and he couldn’t do that fast. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Kids Fun Valley by the train again. I saw some rides that are like fitness stuffs. Then we tried it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWuxnwtCfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NNIcd5yDRlk/s1600-h/mekarsari+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWuxnwtCfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NNIcd5yDRlk/s200/mekarsari+(16).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324854301945563634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried the Bumper Cars. Me and Dedoy drove by ourselves while Dad drove for Jean. Bumper Cars are fun. It’s just funny when we bump our car to another person’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWvbuiS0DI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3ypC3xEuVeI/s1600-h/mekarsari+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWvbuiS0DI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3ypC3xEuVeI/s200/mekarsari+(22).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324855025318678578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the most fun ride on that day: ATV. It was my second time riding an ATV and I love it. The road was really bumpy like a real ATV ride. (LOL JK. The real ATV road must be tougher) First I was a bit afraid cause the ATV looked bigger than the first one, but after I learned how to drive it and drive it around, my fear has gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWwNja7VCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uSLFlBwvjTc/s1600-h/mekarsari+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWwNja7VCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uSLFlBwvjTc/s200/mekarsari+(30).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324855881328448546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWxQFFa3rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nqmK9l04-00/s1600-h/mekarsari+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWxQFFa3rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nqmK9l04-00/s200/mekarsari+(37).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857024236412594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real rocky road, Real mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It looks like the ATV is stopped, right? Yeah, it really is. My ATV suddenly stopped when I was driving through the mud. I thought that my ATV is stuck on the mud, but you know what, it ran outta fuel. :( So I waited there for a while until the machinist came to me with the fuel. Dad used that moment well. He wanted me to take his pictures on the ATV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeW1tpjUbFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sPAqPYiGVW0/s1600-h/mekarsari+(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeW1tpjUbFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sPAqPYiGVW0/s200/mekarsari+(38).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324861930288213074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ATV ticket is Rp 35.000,00 for three laps. But I drove four laps. I don’t know why, the guy said go on so I continued the ride. I drove two laps alone, and Jean joined me at the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeW57i2E56I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JUik1Ex2F8s/s1600-h/mekarsari+(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeW57i2E56I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JUik1Ex2F8s/s200/mekarsari+(40).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324866567052519330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ATV was the last ride for the day. Then we went to our tree house at almost 2.15 pm. Why? Cause we can’t enter the tree house before 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the tree house, mom and dad slept. (Like they usually do on holidays. :P) Me and Dedoy cycled around while they were sleeping. Jean was with them in the tree house. A few minutes later, Dad woke up. We asked him and Jean to join. We cycled around, seeing different kinds of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebMTaWmERI/AAAAAAAAARc/2u6xc-jhqlA/s1600-h/DSC05025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebMTaWmERI/AAAAAAAAARc/2u6xc-jhqlA/s200/DSC05025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325168243275862290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebMr7JHgUI/AAAAAAAAARk/9J2HXaewUUo/s1600-h/DSC05004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebMr7JHgUI/AAAAAAAAARk/9J2HXaewUUo/s200/DSC05004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325168664394563906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw dragonfruit trees. Mom and dad were so interested about it. They wanted to buy them and plant them at home. (But I don’t think it’ll grow fruits. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebLNABfXxI/AAAAAAAAARM/EZ5-IwyAjRk/s1600-h/mekarsari+(56).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebLNABfXxI/AAAAAAAAARM/EZ5-IwyAjRk/s200/mekarsari+(56).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325167033617178386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebLoeX0y9I/AAAAAAAAARU/MMp6tH_nLWM/s1600-h/mekarsari+(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebLoeX0y9I/AAAAAAAAARU/MMp6tH_nLWM/s200/mekarsari+(57).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325167505620388818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we ate grilled fish outside the tree house. Mom said there will be a barbeque at night, but actually we don’t barbeque steak and ribs, the Mekarsari Staff grilled it for us. :( Not like what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebNUBjovlI/AAAAAAAAARs/rKHscy4dEKs/s1600-h/mekarsari+(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebNUBjovlI/AAAAAAAAARs/rKHscy4dEKs/s200/mekarsari+(72).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325169353311174226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebNuQg9zTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vOu9iI73shg/s1600-h/mekarsari+(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebNuQg9zTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vOu9iI73shg/s200/mekarsari+(74).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325169804003102002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate dinner, we rode bicycles. (Cycling at night? Haha. Yeah we did. But we just circled the parking lot. ROTFL…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebOJFmU_OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TbBp0cSOKsg/s1600-h/mekarsari+(86).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebOJFmU_OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TbBp0cSOKsg/s200/mekarsari+(86).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325170264929271010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we ate breakfast outside (again). The menu was fried rice with fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 o’clock in the morning. The train picked us up. I was taking a bath when the train came. I haven’t done anything! I canceled bathing. I put my clothes back on, brush my hair, then go. All of us haven’t taken a bath… LOL… The train picked us up to drop us to the ‘Smart Cultivation Tour’ place (like what I said before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted Jambu Air and Jambu Putih Trees if I’m not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebUyn6XPXI/AAAAAAAAASk/yDfwEP5qs9U/s1600-h/mekarsari+(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebUyn6XPXI/AAAAAAAAASk/yDfwEP5qs9U/s200/mekarsari+(100).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325177575584513394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean got a turn to learn how to mix the soil, fertilizer, and husk together. One part of soil, two parts of fertilizer, and three parts of husk. And then mix it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebVnz5G2uI/AAAAAAAAASs/a8uoReTVKjg/s1600-h/mekarsari+(102).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebVnz5G2uI/AAAAAAAAASs/a8uoReTVKjg/s200/mekarsari+(102).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325178489333537506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put some soil in a pot. Only 1/3 of the pot, then put the plant in, and then continue putting the soil. When the soil is done, we have to water the plant. We can take our two plants that we’ve planted home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebSP5qAbeI/AAAAAAAAASU/sa459PvcN1c/s1600-h/mekarsari+(103).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SebSP5qAbeI/AAAAAAAAASU/sa459PvcN1c/s200/mekarsari+(103).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325174780029070818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After planting, we went to the melon green house. There’s a melon that is yellow on the outside, and green on the inside. It tastes good. Then we went to the deer park. We fed the deers with some sweet potatoes (the real name is ubi). The last but not least, we went to the starfruit field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re finished with the tour, the train dropped us back to the tree house. We all took a bath after that. We had a great time. But I think the foods at the Pujasera are not so good. We hardly found a right lunch for us on the first day. On that day, KFC was closed because of the election. So we ate chicken noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4517932394953197821?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4517932394953197821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4517932394953197821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4517932394953197821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4517932394953197821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/rumah-pohon-merkarsari-mekarsari-tree.html' title='Rumah Pohon Merkarsari (Mekarsari Tree House)'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SeWspfFG4gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaYhnl0cZj8/s72-c/mekarsari+(52).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8019846821226067256</id><published>2009-03-29T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:22:18.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9LudvBSOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oOA0gdCa0Ss/s1600-h/banjirGintung2DLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9LudvBSOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oOA0gdCa0Ss/s400/banjirGintung2DLM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318552946575755490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dira's Blog wants to say her deepest condolence to the family victims of the Situ Gintung Tragedy. I hope God will give patience to the family and the victims will get a good place near Allah SWT. Amin Ya Robbal Alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9LOzvmynI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vkjzs75e6cY/s1600-h/jebolape3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9LOzvmynI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vkjzs75e6cY/s400/jebolape3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318552402727979634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9Lk83D_hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xcJ3HFgFQBA/s1600-h/jebolape1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9Lk83D_hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xcJ3HFgFQBA/s400/jebolape1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318552783132294674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos taken from the internet. I forgot where did I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8019846821226067256?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8019846821226067256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8019846821226067256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8019846821226067256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8019846821226067256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/condolence.html' title='Condolence'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sc9LudvBSOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oOA0gdCa0Ss/s72-c/banjirGintung2DLM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-8152330321091107898</id><published>2009-03-25T17:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:10:42.558+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for the Earth, not Global Warming by Switching Off your Lights for an Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScoOyJoxCpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DoM0_KXTgy8/s1600-h/3259600747_928257935d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScoOyJoxCpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DoM0_KXTgy8/s400/3259600747_928257935d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317078564807445138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you care about the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Earth Hour!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turn off ALL the lights at your house for an hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Saturday, 28 March 2009. From 8.30 - 9.30 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you don't want to turn off all the lights, just turn one off and unplug all of the electricity tools that you're not using.&lt;br /&gt;Please do it, if you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching off the lights in Jakarta for one hour, is equal to:&lt;br /&gt;• reduce 300 MWh of electricity usage (enough to rest 1 power plant and provide electricity to 900 villages)&lt;br /&gt;• save up the average electricity bills of Jakarta around Rp 200 million &lt;br /&gt;• reduce 284 tones of CO2&lt;br /&gt;• save more than 284 trees&lt;br /&gt;• produce clean air for more than 568 people&lt;br /&gt;(www.earthhour.wwf.or.id)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARTH HOUR JAKARTA - INDONESIA&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 28 March 2009, at 8.30 pm -9.30 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch off your light for 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;WE can change the world! &lt;br /&gt;* ensure unused electronics is switch off, NOT stand by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-8152330321091107898?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8152330321091107898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=8152330321091107898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8152330321091107898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/8152330321091107898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-earth-not-global-warming-by.html' title='Vote for the Earth, not Global Warming by Switching Off your Lights for an Hour'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScoOyJoxCpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DoM0_KXTgy8/s72-c/3259600747_928257935d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-7056789452501771525</id><published>2009-03-19T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:50:54.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIjWoFwTYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L7nb2_WoVwQ/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIjWoFwTYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L7nb2_WoVwQ/s400/banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314849381876256130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-7056789452501771525?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7056789452501771525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=7056789452501771525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7056789452501771525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/7056789452501771525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIjWoFwTYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L7nb2_WoVwQ/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-3162460620801039573</id><published>2009-03-19T17:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:46:32.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching my Grandma How to Vote on the Election</title><content type='html'>Indonesia’s DPR election will be held on April 9th 2009. The voting way is now different from the previous election. We used to punch our choice on the ballot with a nail. But now we must put a check mark on our choice. To prepare for that, I taught my grandma how to do it. Just in case she hasn’t known it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah she really didn’t know. She didn’t even know that the election will be held on this April. (Gosh. Where’s the socialization?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : “Grandma, what party will you choose on the election?” (pointing at the election participants poster that is hung at the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIg9AIfNgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U5EwkdWioXA/s1600-h/DSC04778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIg9AIfNgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U5EwkdWioXA/s200/DSC04778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846742630315522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt; : “Golkar. Where’s Golkar?” (searching for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : “Here, number 23.” (pointing at the number 23 party: Golongan Karya Party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yeahhhh, Golkar… Dad told me to choose for it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : “Cool! I vote for it, too!&lt;br /&gt;      Do you already know the new voting way, Grandma?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt; : “What? No… How’s it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation, I took a piece of paper, drew a banyan tree, Golkar’s symbol and the number 23 above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here, Grandma. I’ll teach you. You just have to tick it on the picture,” I gave an example, “easy, right?” I added. Then grandma practiced it. She wasn’t able to do it. But I drew the check mark again and again until she can do it. (I have to do it cause she’s already old. *sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, Grandma. You can do it!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yepp, the election attendant will then help me if I forgot.” Said Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry. If you still don’t know how to vote, you still can punch it or draw a line on your choice. Oh yeah. One more thing, tick it correctly. The choice is the picture which is the pointed part points to. And don’t make two marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIhyoqDvOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/imXx8nSling/s1600-h/coblos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIhyoqDvOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/imXx8nSling/s320/coblos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314847664041606370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIiXXXVWvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JYLKxRIht3Q/s1600-h/pemilu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIiXXXVWvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JYLKxRIht3Q/s320/pemilu.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314848295054826226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 44 parties which will participate the election. 38 parties are national parties, and 6 of them are Aceh local parties. That’s a large amount, right? The ballot will be so big because of the large amount of parties. Choose the right choice, okay! Know your choice well!&lt;br /&gt;(:P I’m advicing people, but I don’t join the election. Haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-3162460620801039573?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3162460620801039573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=3162460620801039573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3162460620801039573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/3162460620801039573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaching-my-grandma-how-to-vote-on.html' title='Teaching my Grandma How to Vote on the Election'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/ScIg9AIfNgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/U5EwkdWioXA/s72-c/DSC04778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1845615541421003259</id><published>2009-03-11T15:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:06:42.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Bogor with Two Azerbaijan Guys</title><content type='html'>Those two Azerbaijan guys are dad’s friend. They’re here because of something. (I don’t know the exact reason.) But all that I know is they’re here because of the exchanging reporters. Indonesia sent their reporters, and then Azerbaijan sent Taleh and Aidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd6zKMSquI/AAAAAAAAALs/QhPYBPPyCOU/s1600-h/Picture+025+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd6zKMSquI/AAAAAAAAALs/QhPYBPPyCOU/s200/Picture+025+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311849304834616034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd7oESxEkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/63EBQ_UsfHI/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd7oESxEkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/63EBQ_UsfHI/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311850213784228418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left pic&lt;/strong&gt;: Me, Aidin, Dedoy and Jean (Clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right pic&lt;/strong&gt;: Taleh and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Taleh and Aidin to Taman Safari (Safari Park), Bogor. It’s not so far from Jakarta, but it took more than 3 hours on the road. That’s because of the heavy traffic. As we arrived there, we had a late lunch (it was almost 2 pm, if I’m not mistaken) at Taman Safari. We ordered some Indonesian traditional foods, such as Chicken and Lamb Satai, Karedok, Oxtail Soup, and Chicken Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a funny accident at the restaurant. Aidin took some chilies from the Lamb Satai and he couldn’t stand the spicy taste. He didn’t know what was that so he just ate it. He showed an awkward face after he ate the chili. Different from Aidin, Taleh ate the limes from the Shicken Satai. (The lime function is to add some sour taste to the satai.) I couldn’t imagine the taste. It must be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we drove through the animal track. In the animal track, we can see many animals in their habitat. We can feed the tame animals, too. Like zebras and deers, we can feed carrots to them. Here’s the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd-JgF4NnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/F6ZdicA2oD8/s1600-h/DSC04542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd-JgF4NnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/F6ZdicA2oD8/s200/DSC04542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311852987205301874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we can feed the zebra! Just open the window and show up your carrot, the zebra will come and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeALjaneAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1ODjxpB8Phg/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeALjaneAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1ODjxpB8Phg/s200/DSC04551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311855221480585218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to feed the elephant, but the elephant was too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it seems like Taleh and Aidin was so interested in the animals. They took pictures of it a lot. Mom said that in their country, there are only deserts there. They often get outta the car to get a better picture. (Picture below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeBS98Fq9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Mtq2Etj8fXk/s1600-h/DSC04554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeBS98Fq9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Mtq2Etj8fXk/s200/DSC04554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311856448371010514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taleh’s taking a picture of the elephants with his SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeChXjkX-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4mlO49IXb98/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeChXjkX-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4mlO49IXb98/s200/DSC04620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311857795277283298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the lion section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wild animals section, we aren’t allowed to get out of the car or just open our car windows. That’s because the animals may come and bite us. But the Azerbaijan guys didn’t obey it. They opened the window and show off the camera lens to get a picture of the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeC950mDzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4Q5E23ITAIU/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeC950mDzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4Q5E23ITAIU/s200/DSC04627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311858285511839538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, we can be so close to the tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeExc5eYsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kQYpzVHocAI/s1600-h/DSC04632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeExc5eYsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kQYpzVHocAI/s200/DSC04632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311860270612505282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to the rhinoceros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeFuaFJp_I/AAAAAAAAANM/2C5DzW-k9Us/s1600-h/DSC04616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeFuaFJp_I/AAAAAAAAANM/2C5DzW-k9Us/s200/DSC04616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311861317828192242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to the camel riding section. Me, Dedoy, Jean, and Aidin rode a camel. Taleh didn’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeJ8IlfGsI/AAAAAAAAANk/xiUEbSAIKgQ/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeJ8IlfGsI/AAAAAAAAANk/xiUEbSAIKgQ/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311865951696657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and I on the camel’s hump :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeK66p729I/AAAAAAAAANs/QO0A1CFbvZo/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeK66p729I/AAAAAAAAANs/QO0A1CFbvZo/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311867030288980946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blognyamalinda.blogspot.com"&gt;Dedoy&lt;/a&gt;and her frightened face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding camels, we went to the Baby Zoo. We took pics with baby animals. But we have to pay for it. It’s cheap. Only Rp 10.000,00 per person, per animal. I was being photoed with a baby leopard (is it? a tiger, a cheetah, whatever.) and a baby orangutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeMMQFWIZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KtSoBipZVo8/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeMMQFWIZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KtSoBipZVo8/s200/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311868427610497426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a baby leopard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked frightened there. Of course, a leopard is a wild animal! And now, it’s on my lap. Mom didn’t want me to take a pic with wild animals, because a child was scratched and bitten by a tiger there. But I begged her and said that it only happens sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeM7sWpyFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CkzOLT_V0GY/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/SbeM7sWpyFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CkzOLT_V0GY/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311869242653132882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedoy and an orangutan (similar, huh? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re done at the Baby Zoo, we saw the Komodo (Indonesia’s biggest lizard, and it’s only can be seen in Indonesia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Taleh and Aidin bought some souvenirs at the Papua Section. They bought some keychains. Taleh wanted to buy one for Jean but mom disagreed. Jean, Dedoy and I bought a T-Shirt and Jean bought a lion muppet. But not at the Papua souvenir place. Dad bought us T-Shirts, too so each of us got two Tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re done at Taman Safari around 5 pm. But we arrived at the hotel at 12 pm because of that, bad traffic. Puncak (Taman Safari is at Puncak) police made an ‘open-close road’ system to solve it. (But I think it doesn’t work. It just blocks another people’s way and it’s just wasting time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we brought the Azerbaijan guys to Kebun Raya Bogor, which is located in front of the hotel that we’re staying: Hotel Salak. Kebun Raya Bogor (KRB) is an enormous botanical park. In KRB, an endangered unique flower is also grown there. It’s the giant ‘bunga bangkai’. It’s the flower that has a bad smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KRB we just strolled to see the old trees, plants, lakes, a river, and old Dutch people’s grave. When we wanted to get back to the hotel after having lunch, it was raining. Our driver couldn’t get contacted, so we went back to the hotel by a public transportation: Angkot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1845615541421003259?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1845615541421003259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1845615541421003259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1845615541421003259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1845615541421003259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-bogor-with-two-azerbaijan-guys.html' title='A Trip to Bogor with Two Azerbaijan Guys'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd6zKMSquI/AAAAAAAAALs/QhPYBPPyCOU/s72-c/Picture+025+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-182751533273950568</id><published>2009-03-11T15:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:41:47.232+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Have Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd4FteVdAI/AAAAAAAAALM/id5dDruftvg/s1600-h/216NB7JFK0L__SL500_AA140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd4FteVdAI/AAAAAAAAALM/id5dDruftvg/s400/216NB7JFK0L__SL500_AA140_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311846325008299010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a ‘must have book’. Not a ‘must read book’! You don’t need to read the whole content of this book. But this book must be on your bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a book by &lt;strong&gt;Nancy Tamosaitis&lt;/strong&gt;. The title is &lt;strong&gt;net.talk&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Talk the talk of the online revolution&lt;/strong&gt;. This book is in English. Published by Ziff Davis (ZD) Press in Emeryville, California. Manufactured in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book is about smileys and acronyms that we often see in the net. For you, internet lovers, this book is so for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:))&gt;&lt;  Do you know what this means? It’s a fish! ROFLAHMS…. What? What’s ‘ROFLasdklfjij’???? It’s Rolling On The Floor Laughing And Holding My Side! (:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those smileys, animal smileys, and acronyms can be found in this book. This book is like a Smiley Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some smileys that are written in this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*) Clowning around&lt;br /&gt;:-? Licking lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/) Not funny&lt;br /&gt;:-r Bleahhh (sticking tongue out)&lt;br /&gt;:-l Disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-@ SCREAMING!&lt;br /&gt;:-o Shouting&lt;br /&gt;:-O More shouting&lt;br /&gt;(:-&amp; Angry&lt;br /&gt;:pPpPpP Giving someone a raspberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[&lt;em&gt;name&lt;/em&gt;]] Hug&lt;br /&gt;:-x Kiss&lt;br /&gt;{{&lt;em&gt;name&lt;/em&gt;}} Warm, fuzzy hug&lt;br /&gt;@&gt;---&gt;--- Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-# Censored&lt;br /&gt;:-* Oops (Covering mouth with hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:,-( Crying&lt;br /&gt;…---… S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:@ WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;(@@) You’re kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd43wSzrlI/AAAAAAAAALc/eURLXmP7W5Q/s1600-h/DSC04711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd43wSzrlI/AAAAAAAAALc/eURLXmP7W5Q/s320/DSC04711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311847184758713938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd5HN3oukI/AAAAAAAAALk/u30bjpwyWLg/s1600-h/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd5HN3oukI/AAAAAAAAALk/u30bjpwyWLg/s320/DSC04712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311847450395851330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-182751533273950568?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/182751533273950568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=182751533273950568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/182751533273950568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/182751533273950568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-have-book.html' title='Must Have Book'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sbd4FteVdAI/AAAAAAAAALM/id5dDruftvg/s72-c/216NB7JFK0L__SL500_AA140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-6481395848565375577</id><published>2009-03-04T18:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:21:48.189+07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things We Hate About Moving Class</title><content type='html'>Actually it’s only 29. But I added one point to make it 30. Here’s what my class (9 Big Bandits) think about moving class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It’s &lt;strong&gt;useless&lt;/strong&gt; (I didn’t say that…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ineffective&lt;/strong&gt; (I didn’t say that either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Tiring&lt;/strong&gt; (Yep yep, I agree! We walk from one class to another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Wastes&lt;/strong&gt; a lotta &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; (Yeah. Cause every time we move out to another class, we passed by the canteen to buy some snacks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Unclear&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;info&lt;/strong&gt;rmation (about where’s the class we’re heading on to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes it &lt;strong&gt;collides with another class &lt;/strong&gt;(It wasn’t arranged well, so there were two classes entering the same classroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The floor is &lt;strong&gt;slippery &lt;/strong&gt;whenever it’s raining, so we can be slipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The &lt;strong&gt;heavy bag &lt;/strong&gt;that we need to carry everywhere (I scaled my bag which it was filled with books, it weighs 2 kg. Ooh lala we have to carry 2 kg everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The &lt;strong&gt;stairs are full &lt;/strong&gt;with people (because everybody move to another class on the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The &lt;strong&gt;lack of recess&lt;/strong&gt; time –&gt; we don’t have enough time to pray Dhuha (because the recess time it takes time to get to another classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sometimes we get &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; (when we don’t know where is our next class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sometimes we &lt;strong&gt;left something&lt;/strong&gt; inside our desk (I lost my wallet twice because of moving class, but fortunately I found it back. It’s under my desk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The &lt;strong&gt;locker&lt;/strong&gt; is put on the first floor (I don’t know what this means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Complaining parents &lt;/strong&gt;(but my parents don’t complain much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;9th grade students don’t need to do the moving class&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Useless locker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty&lt;/strong&gt; classes (Of course dirty classes. They don’t want to keep the room clean cause they think: “This is not my class, so I don’t need to take care of it.” Yeah. It happened to me. Someone put a tomato under my desk – maybe she set aside the tomato on her spaghetti there, but she forgot to throw it away. It stinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Unfair&lt;/strong&gt; (Some classes are cool, clean, and have a good smell. But some classes are the opposite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It takes a &lt;strong&gt;long time to wait&lt;/strong&gt; for another class to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There are &lt;strong&gt;hot and smelly classes &lt;/strong&gt;(It’s the same as number 18, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The &lt;strong&gt;praying time &lt;/strong&gt;became &lt;strong&gt;ineffective&lt;/strong&gt; (we don’t pray on time – after the praying call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. It’s &lt;strong&gt;confusing&lt;/strong&gt; when we come late. (We don’t know where is our class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The &lt;strong&gt;empty classes &lt;/strong&gt;are sometimes being &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt;. (Hard to explain this one. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. We have to &lt;strong&gt;rush&lt;/strong&gt; – be in a hurry. (To enter the next class on time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Misunderstood&lt;/strong&gt;. (Maybe about the classrooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There’s a &lt;strong&gt;disturbance&lt;/strong&gt;. (Eh? I don’t understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Misses&lt;/strong&gt; our &lt;strong&gt;home base&lt;/strong&gt;. (A home base is our main class that we used to study in all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Physically drained&lt;/strong&gt;. (It’s the same as tiring, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Hard to go out &lt;/strong&gt;with our &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. (For those who have one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Hard to find our friends from different classes&lt;/strong&gt;. (It’s similar to number 29.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That’s all. There were three statements told by me (number 12, 17, and 30). The rest were told by the other 9Big Bandits’ guys. We talked about moving class with Mrs. Eni Tartila, our BK teacher. We shared to her about what we think of moving class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving class system won’t stop although we’re always complaining. We also signed a paper that says our disagreement about moving class. But Mr. Rosiman said we’re still moving out. That’s because our school is on the process to be an international standard school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some tips from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write each day class destinations in your phone note (or wherever you may find it easy to look at anytime). It makes you know the class you’re going to study. So you won’t get lost. Write the other class’ place, too. You’ll easily find your friend when it’s recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw the food containers or any other trashes immediately. Don’t put it inside your desk. You may forget to take it out. The next person who’ll sit there will be disgusted with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I think that’s all that I can give to you. Enjoy moving class. “If you don’t want to ‘moving’, then get out of Labschool!” I quoted it from Laras. I think she’s right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-6481395848565375577?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6481395848565375577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=6481395848565375577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6481395848565375577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/6481395848565375577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-things-we-hate-about-moving-class.html' title='30 Things We Hate About Moving Class'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-5187120329385315797</id><published>2009-03-04T17:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:10:38.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers Tees and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5drZxGdVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MOgbskCzjAE/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5drZxGdVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MOgbskCzjAE/s320/DSC04326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309284010948982098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5g8RHexpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P61v5JgDQ4s/s1600-h/DSC04325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5g8RHexpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P61v5JgDQ4s/s320/DSC04325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309287599219590802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5dWZDyWyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cGQbGlxsDD0/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5dWZDyWyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cGQbGlxsDD0/s320/DSC04407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309283649981668130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cute t-shirt and backpack was made by my friend,&lt;a href="http://diniaristya.blogspot.com"&gt;Riris&lt;/a&gt;. You know what, IT’S HANDMADE!!! (The drawing I mean, not the bag) She drew her ‘recently bought from Riza’ bag with Disho’s permanent marker. The bag was plain, blue. No pictures on it. Then she had an idea to draw Jonas Brothers on it. (She’s a HUGE fan of JB, guys. Especially Nick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the t-shirt, she painted it with acrylic paint. I didn’t know that she has made this tee. When she was finished drawing on her bag, she said to me: “Dira, I made a Jonas Brothers tee, too. But it’s at home.” I was amazed and curious. Then she brought it to school on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside a backpack and a t-shirt, she made her own Jonas Brothers keychain, too. You see the small keychain hangin on the backpack? Yeah, that one. The front side is the JB logo, and on the back, there are Nick’s, Kevin’s, and Joe’s head. She made it by herself. I forgot what was it made from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the Jonas Brothers can read this post or just see the pics. Riris must be really exited. Haha. I told Riris to create a Myspace then message them. They probably will read her message. But she just said: “Uh, Dira, don’t make me dreaming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested to buy? Sorry, Riris doesn’t want to sell it. But she said, “If I put it on Ebay, will somebody buy it?” What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-5187120329385315797?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5187120329385315797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=5187120329385315797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5187120329385315797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/5187120329385315797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonas-brothers-tees-and-stuff.html' title='Jonas Brothers Tees and Stuff'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/Sa5drZxGdVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MOgbskCzjAE/s72-c/DSC04326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1414225282612631415</id><published>2009-02-22T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:01:37.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try This Game!</title><content type='html'>OMG THIS IS JUST A CRAZY GAME!! TRY IT!! U MUST BE LAUGHIN OUT LOUD WHEN YOU SEE THE RESULTS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this game from my friend, &lt;a href="http://refianaf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Refi&lt;/a&gt;. She made a note on Facebook about it. But I don’t know who made this game first. I just know it from Refi’s note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your media player on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn the shuffle on.&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy these questions below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE ONE YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Paste it on Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read the first question.&lt;br /&gt;6. Press the ‘play’ button on your media player.&lt;br /&gt;7. Write down the song title as an answer for the number one question. You don’t have to write the artist but it’s up to you. It doesn’t matter if you write it or not. Cause you’ll use the song title, not the singer.&lt;br /&gt;8. Continue reading the next question.&lt;br /&gt;9. Press ‘next’ to switch to another song on your media player.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write down the song title.&lt;br /&gt;11. Repeat step 8 until you finish with all of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;12. Read again the entire question and answers.&lt;br /&gt;13. How’s the answer? Funny, huh? Is there a song that really fits into ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are my answers….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROCK YOU&lt;/em&gt; – Jesse McCartney ft. Sean Garrett&lt;br /&gt;(It sounds weird. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANGEL TO YOU (DEVIL TO ME) &lt;/em&gt;– The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;(Really? Am I an angel to you? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE STORY&lt;/em&gt; – Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;(Umm it’s love story? I don’t think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO IT GOES&lt;/em&gt; – The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;(Yeahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAKEUP&lt;/em&gt; – Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;(What? This is so not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUMMER HAIR=FOREVER YOUNG&lt;/em&gt; – The Academy Is…&lt;br /&gt;(Yup. I wanna be forever young!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;STAY MY BABY&lt;/em&gt; – Miranda Cosgrove&lt;br /&gt;(Haha. Cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARTY IN YOUR BEDROOM&lt;/em&gt; – Cash Cash&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm… Maybe that’s because I like to sing every night in my bedroom that often bothers my parents’ sleeping. Haha. I sang too loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL GIRLS&lt;/em&gt; – Sean Kingston&lt;br /&gt;(It’s more into ‘beautiful boys’ I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST DANCE&lt;/em&gt; – Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;(Haha ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LONG WAY TO GO&lt;/em&gt; – The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REACH OUT&lt;/em&gt; – Hillary Duff&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t know what to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KIDS OF THE FUTURE&lt;/em&gt; – Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah of course…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE ONE YOU LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHAPE OF MY HEART&lt;/em&gt; – Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;(Haha. Amin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was my answers. What about yours? Just try it! Tell me the result if you want. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-1414225282612631415?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1414225282612631415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=1414225282612631415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1414225282612631415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/1414225282612631415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/try-this-game.html' title='Try This Game!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-4337002187603315333</id><published>2009-02-14T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:46:16.268+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><title type='text'>Bring FTSK to Jakarta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height:0px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object id="sticker-D0-001-002491486-9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" width="400" height="360" data="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="&amp;bg=green&amp;sid=D0-001-002491486-9&amp;size=400&amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;target=myspace&amp;fileHost=static.eventful.com&amp;dataHost=eventful.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/demand/D0-001-002491486-9/join?bg=green&amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;t=new" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img height="43" width="400" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/400x43_mid-green.gif" alt="Demand Forever The Sickest Kids in Dki Jakarta!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/demand/D0-001-002491486-9" target="_new" title="Forever The Sickest Kids in Dki Jakarta"&gt;&lt;img height="30" width="400" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/400x30_bottom-green.gif" alt="Learn more about the Eventful Demand for Forever The Sickest Kids in Dki Jakarta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#999999" style="line-height:30px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Upcoming Events&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Eventful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/107207652540945664-4337002187603315333?l=dirasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4337002187603315333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=107207652540945664&amp;postID=4337002187603315333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4337002187603315333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/107207652540945664/posts/default/4337002187603315333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bring-ftsk-to-jakarta.html' title='Bring FTSK to Jakarta!'/><author><name>Nadira Puteri Kusaeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338935237646727290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upOEzQsRgck/S_inzBwoorI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q7GX_zK-xRA/S220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107207652540945664.post-1939668017747859905</id><published>2009-02-11T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:56:51.698+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever the Sickest Kids'/><title type='text'>What Happened with FTSK and Selena Gomez?</title><content type='html'>Selena Gomez came to the studio! Here's what FTSK says on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foreverthesickestkids"&gt;their MySpace&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, January 25, 2009  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SELENA WITH US AT THE STUDIO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a surprise visit today at the studio by a very special lady, Selena came by to hang, she is so super fun and one of the most talented, down to earth friends we have met! She sat down with us and acoustic guitars and picked up the harmonies to She's A Lady first time through the song! 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