<?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-3033374635087297432</id><updated>2011-10-05T00:38:05.901+07:00</updated><category term='stuffs in life'/><category term='melody of mine'/><category term='sharing idea'/><category term='stolen article'/><category term='love tale'/><title type='text'>Kirana's Life Path</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5734668626812489439</id><published>2011-02-26T07:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:44:28.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'll watch you from the distance &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5734668626812489439?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5734668626812489439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5734668626812489439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5734668626812489439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5734668626812489439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-luck-for-today.html' title='Good Luck for Today'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7055277591946421980</id><published>2011-02-21T12:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:46:53.837+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>Formula Berdoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nyokap: "Doa itu jangan sok romantis. Jangan ngucapin 'Ya Allah, jauhkanlah hamba dari segala masalah yang tidak bisa hamba hadapi, hapuskanlah beban yang tidak bisa hamba tanggung, hindarkanlah hamba dari musibah yang tidak sanggup hamba lewati'. Itu namanya takabur, bahkan munafik. Ke Tuhan itu harus jujur, jangan belagu. Bilang apa yang kita mau apa adanya. 'Ya Allah, jauhkanlah hamba dari segala macam masalah, hapuskan segala beban hamba, dan hindarkan hamba dari segala musibah.' Andaikan ke depannya ama Allah masih dikasih rintangan, niscaya nanti kita cuma bakal ngeliat itu sebagai bonus dan pelajaran."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7055277591946421980?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7055277591946421980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7055277591946421980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7055277591946421980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7055277591946421980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/doa.html' title='Formula Berdoa'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2922769440136967795</id><published>2011-02-21T09:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:00:56.445+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Flat? Or Thankfulable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidup gue belakangan ini jauuuuuh banget dari masalah. Udah ga pernah ada lagi masalah keluarga yang aneh-aneh, adaptasi ama semuanya udah lebih lancar, ga ada selek ama temen-temen (jaman SD banget ga zeh), pelajaran juga pelan-pelan nilai gue ningkat dibanding semester kemarin. Satu-satunya masalah (yang sebenernya ga perlu dipermasalahkan) ya itu tuh......... perasaan gue sendiri. Aih gimana dong. Antara ikhlas, bodo amat, tapi takut, cemburu, was-was. Akakakak. Yah, &lt;i&gt;at least it proves that I'm a human&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;And maybe an abnormal teenager&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi gue tetep pingin deh bisa punya perasaan kayak waktu jaman SMP, kayaknya plong terus. Huah. Ya udahlah, &lt;i&gt;people and feelings change, but life must go on&lt;/i&gt; kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya. Dan kemaren ada temen SMP gue yang curhat sesuatu, terus pas udah kelar dia bilang gini, "Kir, kok lo jadi bijak sekarang? Efek putus dari *** nih ceritanya?"&lt;br /&gt;Ahawk ahawk emang cuma basa-basi sih, gue ngerti. Tapi ga tau kenapa mak jleb aja nempel di sanubari gue. Moga-moga emang bener ya. Gue mauuuuu banget bisa jadi makin dewasa, terutama biar ga nyusahin orang-orang.&lt;br /&gt;Eh ada lagi temen sekelas gue bilang gini! "Kok lo punya kepribadian ganda sih, Kir? Nyolot-nyolot bijak gimanaaaa gitu. Sering sensitif ama sesuatu, tapi suka sok gengsi pura-pura ga peduli." Nah, ini yang gue masih belom terlalu dapet maknanya. Ngerti, tapi emang iya ya gue kayak gitu?&lt;br /&gt;Sementara kata nyokap gue sendiri, karena gue mulai berubah, itulah makanya gue jadi ga segampang dulu lagi buat nganggep sesuatu sebagai masalah. Kecuali lagi-lagi soal........ si itu tuh, yang sebenernya ga bisa disebut masalah sama sekali. Kayak yang semua orang bilang, &lt;i&gt;it's over&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't cry because it's over, but smile because it happened&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;right&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/3033374635087297432-2922769440136967795?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2922769440136967795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2922769440136967795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2922769440136967795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2922769440136967795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/flat-or-thankfulable.html' title='Flat? Or Thankfulable?'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-374141102285281132</id><published>2011-02-20T10:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:22:13.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngimpi dan berimajinasi itu asik ya. Tapi ga terlalu berguna. Gue jauh lebih suka mikir atau berangan-angan tentang kehidupan gue sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lima tahun ke depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue bakal ada di mana? Gue sama siapa? Gue kayak apa? Gue di mata orang-orang di sekitar gue kayak gimana? Gue bakal nangisin masa lalu gue atau justru ngetawain? Semua yang gue punya di masa itu akan gue syukuri atau justru gue berharap gue ga perlu punya semua itu? Berapa persen dari jasa orang tua gue yang udah gue berhasil bales? Rasa bangga atau kecewa yang orang tua gue rasa terhadap gue? Dan yang terutama........... penyakit gue apa kabar? Perasaan gue? Kerasionalan gue? Kelabilan gue? Semua bakal jadi seperti apa di lima tahun ke depan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-374141102285281132?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/374141102285281132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=374141102285281132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/374141102285281132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/374141102285281132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/ngimpi-dan-berimajinasi-itu-asik-ya.html' title='What will I Be?'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2989811861532938356</id><published>2011-02-16T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:09:08.615+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wuihiiiii hari ini asik banget ga tau kenapa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi setelah cabut dari pelajaran yayang Mahrojay ngikut Deborah Andrew Karen Icha Nyoman, gue ikut lomba debat bareng Karen Disa ngewakilin Transformer lawan Semur Jengkol teyuz menaaaang (cakilah chumbunk). Abis itu kita bantuin anak-anak Transformer bikin spanduk buat lomba kan tuh. Anja awalnya gue udah eteb banget, anak-anak ngecatnya pada kobam rok gue muka gue bahkan sampe ke rambut-rambut gue belepotan cat semua. Tapi abis itu ya udah pasraaaah malah jadi keasikkan akhirnya gue ngecat pake tangan. Gambar robot Trasnformer-nya imoedh binggidh ga pake boong, luarnya kesannya setrong warna abu-abu tapi badannya pink mihihi. Terus pulang ngerjain spanduk abis Maghrib gue ke kapel, eh ketemu Tya Rere Mine Kevin Yudha Talitha. Sempet rebutan mie dulu sempet ngecengin ebet-ebetan masing-masing dulu terus tiba-tiba Daniel ama ceweknya, Kak Dita, dateng nawarin siapa yang mau dia jajanin. Aih gue kira rejeki nomplok kan. Tapi Tya Yudha ama Kevin gara-gara sirik mereka ga ditawarin malah ngancem mau ninggalin gue. Ya sudahlah, kalo emang rejeki ga bakal ke mana..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di angkot juga kita ga bisa diem sampe akhirnya di pemberhentian terakhir, Superindo. Ihiy &lt;i&gt;thanks&lt;/i&gt; 26 The Angkoters yang walaupun belakangan ini sering banyak yang pada absen, udah bikin petang gue jadi ga galau lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah gitu malemnya biasa, ada aja yang bikin gue sempet menye bentar. Baru aja tau sesuatu yang pasti kalo gue taunya dua minggu yang lalu bisa bikin galau gulana sampe liang lahat. Tapi ya udahlah, sekarang mutusin ga mau mikirin. Yang pergi jangan ditangisin~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pokoknya hari ini girang. Dan itu semua karena temen-temen. Emang deh Allah baiknya banget-bangetaaaan &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2989811861532938356?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2989811861532938356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2989811861532938356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2989811861532938356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2989811861532938356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_16.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8436007295067130095</id><published>2011-02-15T15:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:52:32.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Yesterday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh eh eh, kemaren gue main ke SMA 1 loh! Cuma buat daftar Etermusi, sih. Tadinya mau nitip Tika aja, tapi malah susah banget kita berdua jarang ada di rumah. Gue ditemenin (plus agak dilindungin) ama Tika Mely Lulu Dira Kak Hazna Kak Uta Tita ganti-gantian selama di sana. Lumayan lama sih, sampe jam setengah lima-an. Dan Alhamdulillah-nya ga ketemu dia uye uye&amp;nbsp;~(‾▿‾~)(~‾▿‾)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itu kemaren pertama kali gue main ke sekolah orang sendirian yaaa, cuma dianter ama temen gue sampe Proyek dan dia balik ke rumahnya di Pondok Kelapa -_- (Oke, ini emang gue yang ga tau diri). Ga enak banget diliatin setiap orang yang gue lewatin, berhubung seragam gue &lt;i&gt;offside&lt;/i&gt; sendiri. Teyuz ya teyuuuz gue bawa coklat buat Tita Tika ama Kak Hazna. Yang lainnya pada bagi-bagi deh. Awkawk. Gue sendiri cuma dapet coklat dari nyokap ama Kak Sapi *dumel* *brb ngegadoin Milo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agak nyesek ya, berhubung itu harusnya jadi sekolah gue. Emang sih orang-orang bilang gue akhirnya dapet yang lebih baik, tapi kalo yang lebih baik ini bukan yang gue mau, gimana? Ihiks bukan ya, bukan gara-gara di SMA 1 ada orang itu. Tapi lebih ke............ kayaknya gue ga akan se-&lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt; ini andaikan gue berhasil sekolah di sana. Yak, dari segi pergaulan, kamuflase, &lt;i&gt;ranking&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I know I could be just much better than I do right now, if I went there. &lt;/i&gt;Toh di 1 juga udah lumayan bagus. 81? Hmmmmmh. Kebagusan, bukan buat orang yang isi hidupnya kelewat santi macem gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oyaaaaa dan kocak banget, gue baru aja nemu blog orang yang ngujubileh bikin gue ngakak sampe iler gue muncrat-muncrat ke mana-mana! Isinya mengenaskan (eh, ga ngaca.) Udah ah udaaah ga boleh ghibah.&lt;br /&gt;Huehe &lt;i&gt;see ya later soon, people&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I do miss you a lot, boy. Especially your smile. Your hug. Your laughter! Your eyes. Your scent. YOUR VOICE. The combination of all is the best thing to boost my mood or calm me down. But I don't wanna see you. I know you don't want either, anyway&lt;/i&gt; :'&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8436007295067130095?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8436007295067130095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8436007295067130095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8436007295067130095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8436007295067130095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday~'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4756337635364338393</id><published>2011-02-15T09:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:02:21.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb's Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak tiga hari sebelum &lt;i&gt;outbond&lt;/i&gt;, kata adek gue, gue ngelindur terus. Kalo ga ngapain gitu yang bikin heboh, pasti ngigo sendiri. Dan pas bangun, ga ada yang gue inget. Tapi kata nyokap sih yang paling parah pas sehari setelah pulang dari &lt;i&gt;outbond&lt;/i&gt;. Gue ke kamar nyokap sambil bawa bedak terus gue taburin di kaki bokap. Elah, sakarep gue dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menurut gue sendiri, yang paling parah itu ya tadi malem. Gue ngirim SMS ke tiga orang yang isinya sama semua. Gue ngomong "SAYANG" di situ #ngelinduredisivalentine. Yang dua orang emang temen gue sendiri yang gue afal nomernya, mereka cuma ketawa pas gue telpon terus gue jelasin semuanya. Tapi yang satu lagi............ bangsat banget, mantan gue. Gue udah siap-siap mau nelpon dia, tapi gue tau reaksi dia ga bakal enak. Ga bakal percaya juga, mungkin. Brengsek aaaaargh. Gue juga baru nyadar pas paginya ada SMS masuk dari Kris terus ga muat, gue mau apus-apusin &lt;i&gt;sent items. &lt;/i&gt;Eh tiga SMS teratas gue ngerasa ga pernah ngirim. Ya udahlah langsung panik lah gue sampe muka panas terus boneka sampe gue lempar-lemparin saking keselnya. Maksud gue.......... dari sekian banyak orang yang nomernya gue afal, kenapa harus ada orang itu?? Kalo dia ga percaya, gimana? Kalo gue dikira &lt;i&gt;psycho&lt;/i&gt;, gimana??? Kalo dia baca terus ekspresinya sambil ketawa ngeri ama gue gitu, gimana????!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahelah tau ah. Mungkin mendingan beberapa malem ke depan gue tidur ama nyokap dulu aja kali yak, biar kalo mau ngapa-ngapain ada yang ngingetin. Sampah banget gue emang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh iyaaa, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Milad Muhammad! I'm proud to be a Moslem. And I'm not a terrorist.&lt;/i&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/3033374635087297432-4756337635364338393?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4756337635364338393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4756337635364338393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4756337635364338393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4756337635364338393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/dumbs-stupidity.html' title='Dumb&apos;s Stupidity'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6006558912617965201</id><published>2011-02-14T12:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:19:37.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Glad to Have Them, for God's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue hampir nangis baca SMS dari bokap buat nyokap hari ini, plus balesannya dari nyokap ke bokap. Bukan, bukan gara-gara ngiri yejelaskegele. Tapi terharu. Ngerasa beruntung banget mereka berdua semesra ini. aAaAaA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mon, Feb 14th 2011 08:19:29&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From : Tri Dian Haryadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hai Say, Happy Valentine ya. Maaf Papa belum bisa ngasih yang terbaik, tapi mudah-mudahan ke depannya Allah memberikan jalan dan kemudahan kepada kita, sehingga bisa keluar dari semua masalah kita. Amin. Papa masih di jalan, ujan deres banget. Salam sayang juga buat kunyil-kunyilku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mon, Feb 14th 2011 10:44:18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To: Tri Dian Haryadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Happy Val too, Honey! Yang penting, you and kids are the best part of mine. We've tried hard as we can to reach our dream, so then let God take care all of the rest. Selalu ada harapan, cita-cita, mimpi, tawa, selama kita terus saling mencintai. 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/3033374635087297432-6006558912617965201?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6006558912617965201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6006558912617965201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6006558912617965201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6006558912617965201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/really-glad-to-have-them-for-gods-sake.html' title='Really Glad to Have Them, for God&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1557706908023908939</id><published>2011-02-14T10:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:28:47.274+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Got Home from Outbond with Pensador ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuma dua kata: SERUNYA OFFSIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pas Sabtu subuh gue mau berangkat ke Cilodong, gue sampe nangis di mobil lho saking malesnya. Bokap gue cuma ngedumel sambil mainin kumisnya selama nganter gue gara-gara gue juga ngomel mulu. Pas udah sampe sana............. mak krenyes banget. Tempatnya ga enak. Bikin bete. Apalagi pas tau kalo yang ngebina kita selama di sana itu tentara. Kita tidurnya di barak. Barak kita sebrangan ama atlit cowok, jadi baru keluar barak dikit pasti udah ada yang nyiulin lah ngesuitin lah kampret. Pokoknya semua tampangnya pada &lt;i&gt;homesick&lt;/i&gt; ga kayak pas TO, sampe akhirnya tiba waktu makan yang dinanti-nanti ama semua Pensador~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan ternyata, makan pun mak jengjet tak des. Menunya asik, sop, ayam goreng, tempe goreng, semangka, Aqua. Kita udah semangat banget, dari puncak nasinya Ninda bahkan ujung Surabaya juga keliatan. Taunya, sebelum makan kita disuruh ngangkat lauk kita satu-satu ke atas kepala. Kalo ada yang kurang, disuruh jalan jongkok ke depan ngambil yang kurang itu. Kalo nasinya kurang, ditambahin secentong penuh ama Om-omnya (yang lolos dari tambahan nasi cuma Viera ama Ninda). Dan terakhir, KITA HARUS MAKAN LAUKNYA SATU-SATU. Yak, pertama makan tempenya dulu. Setelah abis, gado ayam gorengnya. Pas udah nyisa tulang, makan sayurnya. HA HA &lt;i&gt;and save the best for the last&lt;/i&gt;, makan nasinya doang. Bangsky satsky banget emang. Baru sekali gue nyuap, tiba-tiba PRIT. Kita disuruh tiarap. Gila kali semua makanan yang udah gue makan susah payah rasanya mau keluar semua dari usus. Bukan ke belakang ya, tapi ke mulut. &amp;nbsp;Faring gue kayaknya penuh ama daging ayam semua (sok ilmiah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah itu PBB. Pensador dibagi jadi berapa kelompok au dah. Tapi Om yang ngelatih kelompok gue yang paling genit udah gitu paling asik lagi. Alih-alih PBB, kita malah mainan terus yel-yel. Hiiiiy makasih ya, Om ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan puncaknya pas hari pertama, itu pas jurit malem! Ga usah cerita banyak-banyak yaaa biar adek kelas yang pada mau masuk 81 ntar jadi &lt;i&gt;surprised&lt;/i&gt;. Yang jelas berbagai tali yang ada di badan gue copot semua digremetin anak-anak yang jalannya bareng ama gue. Mulai dari tali itu, tali sepatu, tali celana &lt;i&gt;training&lt;/i&gt; gue. Rugi bandar. Gue sampe ngamuk loh saking keselnya, tangan gue juga biru ga tau dicengkrem siapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besoknya, dari pagi kita udah senam poco-poco. Ga tau dah senamnya berapa ronde. Salah dikit, lagu langsung diulang, terus kita gerak dari awal lageeee. Jauh lebih bikin kurus senam ini daripada &lt;i&gt;push up sit up&lt;/i&gt;-nya sendiri (padahal nyatanya ga kurus-kurus juga sih)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terus besoknya pas &lt;i&gt;outbond&lt;/i&gt;....... Wuanjer, jauh banget dari outbond yang ada di otak gue. Kulminasinya itu ada pas kita harus masuk gorong-gorong yang ada kodok ama cacing-cacingnya gitu. Ow shit, kalo bisa nangis udah nangis sampe belekkan kali gue waktu itu. Tapi gue kan jagoaaaaan, jadi ya udah dengan bego campur pasrah ngelakuin semuanya itu sampe kelar, sampe nyebur ke danau yang tadinya airnya jernih pas kita masuk langsung warnanya jadi kayak Kalimalang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh iyaaaa, masa ya masa cuma bus gue yang ada AC-nya. Wakak kelas lain busnya pada semriwing semua, anginnya dari jendela. Hehe maafin Transformer ye, Pensador. Tapi makanan gue seplastik penuh ketinggalan, terus pas mau gue ambil, eh gue liat dari dimakanin ama sopir plus Om-om tentaranya -_____- Ngenes deh, tapi untung akhirnya cewek-cewek barak M baik-baik jadi gue bisa menjajah makanan mereka semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terus gue juga demen tiap waktunya mandi! Hyakaka. Semua keliatan binalnya saking udah pada gatelnya sabunan, jadi ada yang mandi di luar bilik dan itu &lt;i&gt;trendsetter&lt;/i&gt;-nya cewek-cewek berkerudung (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan hari ini, gue masuk Laskar Bolos Pensador. Alhamdulillah. Cuaca juga mendukung banget, dingin-dingin menusuk kalbu gimanaaaa gitu, enak buat kruntelan di bawah selimut seharian. Makasih, Mama Papa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;(˘⌣˘)ε˘`)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Buat semuanya, Happy............... Maulid Nabi ya ^^ Ngihihi kecepetan sehari sih oke gue tau, tapi gue ga mau musyrik sok-sokan Happy Valentine's Day (padahal ini cuma bentuk salah satu ngelesan gara-gara ngerasa kesiksa Valentine ngenes). &lt;i&gt;See y'all around!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1557706908023908939?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1557706908023908939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1557706908023908939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1557706908023908939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1557706908023908939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-home-from-outbond-with-pensador.html' title='Got Home from Outbond with Pensador ♥'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1519972699429838321</id><published>2011-02-11T09:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:57:32.015+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Dokam Kicep Bisu Speechless. Whatever You Name It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue baru aja nge-tweet isi lirik lagu. "&lt;i&gt;Prepare for the best and the fastest ride. Reach out your hand and I'll make you mine. Everything's magic&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan semenit kemudian, gue buka &lt;i&gt;timeline&lt;/i&gt;-nya yaaaa &lt;i&gt;you know who&lt;/i&gt; lah. Isi tweet-nya dia tiga jam yang lalu, yang sekarang ada di paling atas, "&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel like you're alone? And do you ever wish you'd be unknown&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn it&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;It's from the same song as mine&lt;/i&gt;. Gue sampe buka situs yang isinya lirik lagu itu. Everything's Magic, Angels and Airwaves. Demi Allah, gue ternyata bener. Dan akhirnya gue hapus tweet gue, takut kalo dia baca, gue dikira sok ngikutin atau apa. aAaAaA lebay mungkin, sih. &lt;i&gt;It's just a line of song lyric anyway&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi tapi tapi.................... ya udah lah, paling cuma kebetulan doang atau apa. Dari dulu semua hal yang ada kaitannya antara gue ama dia selalu tentang kebetulan, kan?&lt;br /&gt;He walaupun kalau boleh jujur, gue agak sedikit seneng sih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya. Dan, satu lagi, siapa tau orangnya baca postingan ini, walaupun kemungkinannya kecil:&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan gue yang ngontak lo lebih dulu. Emang gue ngontak lebih banyak. Tapi bukan gue yang ngontak lebih dulu. Gue ga akan berani ngontak lo pas malem taun baru kalau bukan karena lo yang lebih dulu. Coba lo inget-inget lagi ;) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1519972699429838321?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1519972699429838321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1519972699429838321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1519972699429838321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1519972699429838321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/dokam-kicep-bisu-whatever-you-name-it.html' title='Dokam Kicep Bisu Speechless. Whatever You Name It'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6213625791820275336</id><published>2011-02-10T19:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:18:44.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Angelic 81</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini peristiwa langka. Benar-benar langka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;81 GIVES THE TENTH GRADERS LONG ENOUGH HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, there is no word "enough" for holiday, I know. But at least it can give us rest for a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kabur dari segala tugas dan ulangan yang ada. Yah, kata siapa sih bener-bener ga ada. Pas ntar hari pertama masuk aja langsung disambut ulangan Fisika. Tapi bodo ah. &lt;i&gt;Holiday has just begun, and I don't want to do anything but enjoying it&lt;/i&gt; B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6213625791820275336?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6213625791820275336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6213625791820275336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6213625791820275336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6213625791820275336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/angelic-81.html' title='Angelic 81'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6116001041252738578</id><published>2011-02-10T19:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:36:03.246+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>Lucu Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang yang biasanya jadi tempat gue bicara apa aja, orang yang biasanya setiap hari gue denger suaranya, gue denger ketawanya, orang yang biasanya bisa bikin gue senyum waktu baru bangun dan bersyukur tiap mau tidur, sekarang jadi orang yang sama sekali udah nggak boleh gue kenal lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6116001041252738578?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6116001041252738578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6116001041252738578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6116001041252738578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6116001041252738578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/lucu-ya.html' title='Lucu Ya'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6684277898474071653</id><published>2011-02-09T21:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:58:50.486+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My family is getting better and better by the day. &amp;nbsp;All the problems solved. All the emotion and tears are stopped. Our prayer is granted. Thanks, God. Thanks for giving us this amazing strength!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone told me&lt;/i&gt;: "Ngapain lo buang waktu lo cuma buat orang yang ga sayang ama lo supaya dia jadi sayang lo? Mending lo nyenengin hati orang lain, yang emang udah sayang ama lo apa adanya. Buat supaya mereka ga ninggalin lo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6684277898474071653?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6684277898474071653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6684277898474071653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6684277898474071653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6684277898474071653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/alhamdulillah-alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8634514884409418822</id><published>2011-02-08T18:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:49:02.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue galau. Gue labil. Gue bingung. Gue dilema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue mau fokus ke satu hal. Andaikan gue sanggup, gue mau bisa bertanggung jawab ke semuanya, tapi nyatanya susah. Gue mau ngelepas salah satu. Tapi gue ga tau yang mana. Gue suka semua, walaupun semua nguras tenaga. Tapi tanggung jawab gue belum bisa terbagi sebanyak itu. Belum lagi penyakit gue, segala hal selalu terpengaruh perasaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue mau nekunin satu bidang yang memang cocok buat gue, ga cuma karena gue lakuin demi nurutin kesenangan semata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yang mana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8634514884409418822?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8634514884409418822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8634514884409418822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8634514884409418822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8634514884409418822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3307529876518166885</id><published>2011-02-07T12:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:26:08.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stop feeling such a mini heart-attack when hear people mention your name. I stop crying for you in the middle of the night. I'm stop thinking of you all the time, especially when I wake up. I stop sinking in jealousy when I know you are with someone else. I'm not saying I'm perfectly fine, but I know everything is alright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The problem is, I'm afraid to try again. I'm afraid of getting hurt for the same reason. I'm afraid of the betrayal. I'm afraid of feeling the pain and disappointment for the second time. I'm afraid someone just needs me for a moment. Then when I'm not needed anymore, I just shall go, because that's the way they want me to do. Just like you did. You've never felt how sad it is, haven't you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trying to be positive-minded. At least I got lessons. Next time, I will never let the people I love walk away. I will be the first one who is being by their side when they go down. I will take care of their love to me carefully. Don't wanna make more people cry. Be more sincere and sensitive. I've learned, how precious "I love you" that's been said by the people we love is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3307529876518166885?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3307529876518166885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3307529876518166885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3307529876518166885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3307529876518166885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4652409558435211292</id><published>2011-02-06T16:53:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:58:12.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengawali hari ini (pada jam satu siang) dengan ngerasa ga guna banget. Semalem gue seneng-seneng ama Arvel Tika Ojan Kevin Soultan Jaman Unggul (plus Gendis yang kita selametin waktu dia rela sendirian di lokasi lain sampai tengah malem demi salaman ama Sm*sh) sampe pinggang pinggul tumit tapak kaki lecet semua. Baru nginjekkin kaki di rumah di sepertiga terakhir malam yang pantasnya buat tahajud, dan baru bangun jam satu tadi. Dan apa yang gue dapet pas gue melek, mengelap iler gue, dan keluar kamar? Rumah kosong. &lt;i&gt;Good, means perfectly lonely&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue mutusin buat dengerin lagu. Mandi urusan belakangan. Awalnya udah nahan diri buat ga ol kan. Males, takut ngeliat hal terakhir yang pingin gue liat di &lt;i&gt;timeline&lt;/i&gt; Twitter (&lt;i&gt;you know what and by who&lt;/i&gt;). Tapi ujung-ujungnya tergoda sih. Dan akhirnya beneran ol juga~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pas ol, yang gue takutin jadi kenyataan. Tapi........... Alhamdulillah banget ya Allah, gue ngerasa biasa aja. Hampa. Cenderung yang gue rasain sama kayak pas baca tweets yang lainnya. Sempet &lt;i&gt;surprised&lt;/i&gt; ama perasaan gue sendiri, tapi seneng udah lebih bisa ngontrol diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abis itu, gue ol Facebook juga kan. Entah jodoh (mit amit) atau (semoga) karena kebetulan semata, dua orang &lt;i&gt;mood booster&lt;/i&gt; gue ol. Reike! Dan temen tersampah gue, Khrisna ---&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://khrisnagrind.blogspot.com/"&gt;ini dia orangnya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue sapa mereka berdua, kan. Bleketek banget lah, chat gue ama mereka emang selalu sampah. Wakak tapi mood beneran langsung bangkit. Ibarat &lt;i&gt;printer&lt;/i&gt; baru diisi tinta. &lt;i&gt;Thanks &lt;/i&gt;ya&lt;i&gt;, you guys&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selebihnya hari ini &lt;i&gt;useless&lt;/i&gt;. Apalagi besok Senin. Upacara, terus Fisika pula. F&lt;i&gt;uck my life on the spot of culmination&lt;/i&gt; deh. &lt;i&gt;Nothing special&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi kenapa gue posting? Pingin aja. Udah lama ga posting sampah kayak gini. Tapi ya gue ambil hikmahnya aja lah. Paling nggak hari ini gue bisa ngerasain satu hal yang bener-bener udah hilang dari perasaan gue selama empat bulan kemaren. LEGA. Alhamdulillah, ya Allah. Alhamdullilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unyumunyukuciku,&lt;i&gt; may God bless every step you take today, people&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS : Maaf, kebanyakan kata sampah di artikel kali ini. Nyaman aja make kata itu, jauh lebih baik daripada nyebut hewan atau alat kelamin. Gue sekarang suka ngerasa jijik sendiri sama orang yang kasarnya kayak gitu. Ga elegan ah kesannya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No offense&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4652409558435211292?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4652409558435211292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4652409558435211292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4652409558435211292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4652409558435211292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5091858639507365572</id><published>2011-02-06T16:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:09:55.224+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikhlas.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lose to win&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Always be the best way to solve all problems&lt;/i&gt;. Soal cemburu, lah, mereka emang saling butuh kok, satu sama lain. Sementara dia udah ga butuh gue. Jadi kenapa gue harus nyesek? Lagian &lt;i&gt;she's in way much higher level above me&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;there's no way I could beat her&lt;/i&gt;. Menyiapkan hati. Itu yang terpenting. Gue juga ga lagi-lagi deh mau suka ama sahabat sendiri. Takut perasaan gue ke dia malah ngancurin semua yang udah pernah kita bangun sebelumnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The rainbow will come eventually, &lt;/i&gt;Kiw&lt;i&gt;. Everyone has their own time. Sun will shine to those who believe for a brighter day &lt;/i&gt;:)" -&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;M. Khosyi Izzatullah Machus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Anggep permen karet. Dia emang pernah manis buat lo, tapi setelah lama dikunyah, akhirnya semua rasa manisnya hilang. Dan lidah lo siap buat nerima permen karet lain, dengan rasa lain, yang bahkan mungkin lebih manis daripada permen karet yang lama." -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Dio Riandika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Jalanin yang terburuk, demi mendapatkan yang terbaik." - &lt;b&gt;Hazna Nurul Faiza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5091858639507365572?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5091858639507365572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5091858639507365572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5091858639507365572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5091858639507365572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/ikhlas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4736562940750428168</id><published>2011-02-05T14:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:55:58.240+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Senior High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SMA. Baru hampir tujuh bulan gue jadi murid SMA dan udah berderet pengalaman yang (ada yang terpaksa, ada yang karena nekat) gue dapet. Dari yang bikin gue takjub, bangga, bikin gue nangis, menye, bahkan yang bikin gue sempet kepikiran buat berhenti ngejalanin semuanya (baca: hidup).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang jelas, gue sayang banget ama sekolah baru gue. Ama angkatan gue. Ama kelas gue. Ama Ninda, kuli kelas yang sekali hentak bisa bikin rambut Pak Mahroji berdiri jegrak, ama Celli temen sebangku gue, ama yang lain-lainnya juga. Tapi........ gue akuin, gue belum bisa berhenti sedih kalau keinget Beglano. Keinget SMP Al-Azhar 8. Kadang gue suka nangis sendiri pas lagi ga ngerti pelajaran atau pas pagi-pagi mau berangkat sekolah. Kangen guru-guru. Kangen bangunan Al-Azhar. Kangen kekeluargaan di Al-Azhar. Sistem pendidikan 81 ama Al-Azhar sama stressnya kok, tapi ga tau kenapa di SMA ini semua jadi kerasa beban banget. Semua anaknya seru-seru, gaulnya asik, tapi mereka nyandu belajar. Dan tau ga? Satu-satunya pelajaran yang anak kelas gue sudi nyontek cuma AGAMA. Lama-lama terbiasa sih gue dengan pola kayak gini, tapi persaingannya parah banget. Sedeket-deketnya gue ama temen gue, selalu ada rasa ga mau kalah satu sama lain. Tapi kalau sebelum ulangan, gila, yang rela ngajarin temen-temennya yang ga bisa banyak banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di SMA juga, gue pertama kali naik angkot sendiri. 4 kali naik angkot. Yep, dalam satu hari. Ga papa sih, soal angkotnya gue terbiasa dari awal. Tapi kadang gue kangen jarak rumah gue ama Al-Azhar yang bahkan bisa gue tempuh jalan kaki. Jarak itu mempengaruhi semangat gue banget. Kadang baru kepikiran jalanan menuju atau pulang sekolah aja, gue udah suntuk. &lt;i&gt;Down&lt;/i&gt;. Manja? Tempe? Yakali. Anak sekolah gue pada jarang naik motor, sih. Medannya kurang mendukung -&amp;gt; Kalimalang. Eh tapi sekarang gue punya geng angkot 26 loh! Haha Alhamdulillah sih, tiap pulang jadi ga galau-galau amat lah. Ada Kokon, Dalu, RB, Yudha, Tya, DJ, Panaw. Tetep setia angkot yaaaa, &lt;i&gt;guys ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga jadi sering banget ngelabil nih ke pensi orang. Tetep ama anak-anak Bekasi, sih. Tapi jam malem gue jadi selalu &lt;i&gt;offside&lt;/i&gt; parah. Pernah akhirnya subuhan di rumah orang. Males pulang, takut dimarahin. Kalo pagi-pagi kan emosi orang baru bangun tidur suka udah keredam, nah baru deh ngerasa aman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di SMA juga gue pertama kali ngerasain yang namanya......... patah hati. Cuuucuruccucuuuu. Apa yang bikin putus? Yaa &lt;i&gt;shocking&lt;/i&gt;-nya perubahan gue sejak masuk SMA. Hah nyesel sih, tapi ya udah lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Terus di SMA ini gue juga nyoba buat yang pertama kali, hip-hop&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;dance &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;b&gt;HIP-HOP YAAAA, BUKAN &lt;i&gt;EROTIC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Awalnya gue ngerasa ga cocok. Itu bukan bidang gue. Malu. Pingin keluar. Tapi lama-lama betah. Suka. Jatuh cinta malah. Berasa kayak di pelem Step Up (perasaan doang tapi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trip Observasi. Gila, ini pengalaman paling berharga yang pernah gue alamin. Mau gue ceritain? Ga bakal ada abisnya deeeh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiga tahun itu cepet ga, sih? Cepet, kan? Gue ga sabar mau lulus. Pingin buru-buru kuliah. Kerja. Kawin. Beranak. Bukan berarti ga nikmatin masa-masa SMA sih. Tapi ya lo taulah, anak SD pingin cepet-cepet SMP, anak SMP pingin cepet-cepet SMA, anak SMA pingin cepet-cepet.......... hamil (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah ah, jadi ngelindur kan. Padahal baru jam 2 siang loh. O iya ya, kan baru disuruh nyokap pulang jalan kaki gara-gara dia ngambek. Pantes. Eh, jadi curhat. Yang jelas kemungkinan besar gue masih belum mau bercucu.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee! Nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4736562940750428168?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4736562940750428168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4736562940750428168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4736562940750428168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4736562940750428168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/senior-high-school.html' title='Senior High School'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7277652812930484786</id><published>2011-02-05T06:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:10:45.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bismillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3033374635087297432-7277652812930484786?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7277652812930484786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7277652812930484786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7277652812930484786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7277652812930484786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/bismillah.html' title='Bismillah.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2697734053771536828</id><published>2011-02-03T05:32:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:05:35.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Life Plan? Expired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu, waktu gue masih kecil, gue sering mikir, "Ngapain orang-orang sibuk bikin rencana buat masa depan mereka, kalau semua masa depan mereka udah ditentukan sama semua oleh Allah, yaitu kematian?" Iya ya. Kenapa orang ga dibikin beribadah aja semuanya, nabung pahala buat akhirat. Kenapa mesti ada orang yang kaya miskin, orang yang baik jahat, sebenernya tujuan dari diciptain semuanya itu apa? Kematian, kan? Gue juga kadang suka mikir, apa yang Tuhan pikirin waktu nyiptain kita. Waktu nyiptain dunia. Apa cuma untuk keisengan-Nya semata? Atau semua ada tujuannya, yang kita semua belum saatnya buat ngerti? Atau emang ga dibolehin ngerti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmmm tapi beberapa orang berpendapat, manusia ga dibolehin mikir kayak gitu. Itu semua rahasia Tuhan. Musyrik ntar kalo kita mikir kayak gitu. Tapi kalo kita emang ga dibolehin buat mikir kayak gitu, kenapa kita dikasih kemampuan dan akal buat bisa mikir sejauh itu? Terus pasti bakal ada orang yang jawab lagi, sama kayak mencuri, membunuh, memperkosa, semua orang sebenarnya dikasih kemampuan buat ngelakuin semua itu. Tapi semua soal pilihan, mereka mau manfaatin kemampuan jahat itu atau nggak. Tapi gue jadi mikir lagi, lah tapi kan, kalau mikir doang apa salahnya? Kan semua emang cuma ada di pikiran. Selama itu ga ngubah akidah kita, emang dosa ya? Yayayaya, debat ama gue emang sama aja kayak ngajak ngomong nenek-nenek di Hambaro yang diwawancara ama Radit~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada intinya, gue capek ama kehidupan. Banyak banget tuntutan. Kita disuruh ini, itu. Disuruh jadi orang sukses. Disuruh jadi yang baik. Pas udah baik, disuruh jadi yang terbaik. Pas udah jadi yang terbaik, disuruh jadi yang paling menonjol di antara semua yang terbaik. Kapan mau sampai pada titik kepuasan? Dan padahal emang makna "kesuksesan" itu sendiri apa? Apa ukurannya? Apa gunanya? Sebenarnya, kalau aja manusia diciptain tanpa punya perasaan (layaknya malaikat), &lt;i&gt;no one would give a damn about everything I mentioned above&lt;/i&gt;. Kenapa jadi ngomongin perasaan? Itu kan penyakit gue. Udah yuk, kembali ke soal kematian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau ditanya gue paling takut apa, gue paling takut mati. Tapi kalau ditanya mau mati apa nggak, jelas, mau banget. Tapi gue masih sayang ama orang-orang di sekitar gue dan terlalu takut ama kehidupan setelah kematian buat mati secara manual sekarang. Banyak "tapi", ya? Haha lagi-lagi, itu emang penyakit kok. Abaikan aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau gue lagi makan, gue ga peduli ada orang yang buang air di depan gue. Gue ga peduli ada orang ngomong yang macem-macem mulai dari bulu ketek sampe tai kucing. Tapi kalau waktu gue lagi makan tiba-tiba ada yang ngebahas soal kematian, apalagi tiba-tiba ada mobil jenazah lewat, gue dijamin bakal langsung berhenti nyentuh makanan gue itu. Alamiah. Gue bener-bener takut ngebayanginnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan sekarang, berhubung gue bener-bener lagi ada di dasar, mungkin ga akan bangkit lagi, gue lagi ga punya rencana apa-apa buat hidup ke depan. Yang ada di otak gue cuma berhenti hidup, berhenti hidup, berhenti hidup, supaya berhenti kesiksa. Jadi, gue berimajinasi soal kematian gue nanti kayak apa. Mulai dari wujud kematian gue yang bisa diliat ama orang di dunia, sampai keinginan gue di akhirat nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertama, gue mau banget. Mati waktu tidur. Atau mati ditembak, atau mati terlindas. Ga mau mati karena sakit. Ga mau mati karena stress. Ga mau mati yang bikin orang banyak repot. Ga mau mati secara pelan-pelan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kedua, seandaikan gue bukan Muslim, gue mau dikremasi, bukan dikubur. Kenapa? Haha, lahan dunia udah terlalu sempit. Kuburan salah satu hal yang paling banyak makan tempat. Jadi gue maunya dikremasi. Mungkin orang-orang emang jadi ga pada bisa ziarah ke makam gue. Tapi kan ada abu gue. Kalaupun abu gue dibuang ke laut, yaa ada lautnya, kan? Lagipula itu cuma jasad gue. Berhubung nyatanya gue Muslim dan gue mau masuk Surga, gue pilih dikubur. Gue mau dikubur dekat orang tua, anak, dan suami gue (siapa sih elah yang ga mau). Tapi kalaupun suami gue maunya dikubur deket keluarganya, dan makam keluarganya jauh dari makam keluarga gue, gue mau ngalah kok, &lt;i&gt;as long as it won't despite what my parents want&lt;/i&gt;. Xixixixi. Di liang lahat pun masih mesra ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketiga, siksa kubur? Skip aja lah ya. Misteri Illahi. Ga ada bayangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keempat, gue mau di akhirat nanti, dipersatukan lagi dengan semua orang-orang yang gue sayang. Kalau ada orang yang gue sayang yang ga bisa gue jangkau waktu masih di dunia, gue juga mau dipersatukan lagi ama orang itu. Ya Insya Allah sih, kalau gue bisa masuk Surga. Dan dari atas sana, gue berharaaaaap banget yang ada di film The Lovely Bones bener-bener bisa jadi nyata. Gue bisa ngeliat kehidupan orang-orang yang gue tinggal. Berapa lama waktu yang mereka butuhkan buat &lt;i&gt;recover &lt;/i&gt;setelah gue pergi. Gimana berlangsungnya daerah asal gue tanpa ada gue. Itu saat yang sesungguhnya, buat gue jadi tau, seberharga apa kehidupan gue selama ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;what about yours&lt;/i&gt;? Mau mati kayak apa? Mau kehidupan kayak apa setelah lo mati? Mau mati dengan cara apa? Haha. Gila kali ya, gue udah &lt;i&gt;psycho&lt;/i&gt; sampe bikin &lt;i&gt;death resolutions&lt;/i&gt; kayak gini. Kalau ada yang bisa bantu gue, kalau ada yang bisa buat gue semangat hidup lagi, tolong, uluran tangan siapapun gue terima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maaf &lt;i&gt;posting&lt;/i&gt;-an hari ini terlalu &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt;. Gue lagi ga bisa mikir jernih. Makasih, udah sudi membaca hingga koma dan titik terakhir.&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/3033374635087297432-2697734053771536828?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2697734053771536828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2697734053771536828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2697734053771536828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2697734053771536828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-plan-expired.html' title='Life Plan? Expired.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5189829303297311408</id><published>2011-01-29T07:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:31:59.564+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>Street Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Capek posting galau mulu. Lo aja yang baca capek, apalagi gue yang mikir nulis ngerasaiiiiiin ye ga. Hari ini gue mau state about something that I've been noticing nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITY-w6S2_Pk/TOOdnFYplDI/AAAAAAAAADw/ipv5S0HJ5qU/s1600/anak_jalanan_100530203226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITY-w6S2_Pk/TOOdnFYplDI/AAAAAAAAADw/ipv5S0HJ5qU/s320/anak_jalanan_100530203226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QdXZrFhCWNI/SwPCgYihFAI/AAAAAAAAACk/m-UEykRzPMM/s1600/pengamen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QdXZrFhCWNI/SwPCgYihFAI/AAAAAAAAACk/m-UEykRzPMM/s320/pengamen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak gue tiap hari pulang pergi ke sekolah naik angkot, sejak sopir-sopir angkot dan tulisan angka 26 jadi bagian hidup gue yang terpenting, gue jadi lebih sering merhatiin anak jalanan. Apalagi pas waktu itu ke Gunung Gede, camping ama anak-anak pecinta alam 81 naik bus non-AC dari Jakarta sampe Sukabumi! Ada yang ngamen mulai dari pake lagu bokep, sampe dangutan pake speaker. Belom lagi pas waktu gue ke rumah Nadira di Rawamangun terus pulangnya juga naik bus. Di jalan ada yang ngamen pake gitar nyanyi lagu TTATW ama lagu-lagu lawas gitu. Hm, gue selalu mikir paling banyak kalau mau tidur, pas mandi, ama pas di angkot atau di bus. Dan suara mereka sering banget jadi backsound-nya. Awalnya gue ngerasa anak-anak jalanan itu annoying banget. Mereka kadang suka bertingkah sok melas supaya penumpang pada ngasih duit, minta duit demi perjuangan mereka yang ga seberapa. Tapi belakangan, gue sadar, justru penumpang yang ga ngasih itu yang pada keterlaluan (walaupun gue juga sering gitu kalo lagi ga punya duit kecil #orangkaya). Suara anak-anak itu emang kadang suka sumbang. Tapi apa orang-orang pada ga nyadar, mereka ngamen di jam-jam kita semua seharusnya pergi sekolah atau kerja? Berarti mereka bisa dibilang selain putus sekolah, juga dieksploitasi ama orang tua mereka kan? Kenapa kita masih tega-teganya ga ngasih duit sepeser pun ke mereka? Emang sih, biasanya sebagian besar penghasilan juga bukan buat mereka, tapi buat orang tuanya atau buat bos mereka. Tapi ga ada salahnya kita ngasih sedikit receh kita sebagai bentuk penghargaan buat mereka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan gue juga baru nyadar. Di setiap daerah pengamennya punya lagu "persatuan" yang berbeda-beda. Isi lagunya semua tentang anak jalanan, tapi nada ama liriknya beda. Pengamen sepanjang Pekayon-Pondok Gede (biasa mangkal di K02, 40, 261, S02, 37, pokoknya yang merah-merah), biasanya lagunya depannya "Bapak bapak, ibu ibu, kami ini dari desa merantau bekerja di kota agar bisa sekolah dan meraih cita-cita. Biar dikata orang tua kami bukan presiden, tapi apa salah kami ingin jadi pemimpin. Kami anak jalanan pingin jadi orang sukses. Bapak Ibu yang mulia, bila ada uang sedikit tolong diberikaaaaan" ---&amp;gt; Sampe afal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalo yang pengamen yang dari Bekasi menyusuri sepanjang Kalimalang (alias yang biru-biru, 26, 19, 29, dkk.), lagunya gue ga begitu afal. Kata-katanya lebih puitis, nadanya lebih galau, alamak kalo subuh-subuh berangkat sekolah ngantuk gue suka jadi ilang gara-gara hati gue bergetar denger suara mereka -_- Terus belom lagi yaaa tadi pagi di angkot yang gue naikkin ada orang yang kayaknya udah seumuran gue tapi kayaknya emang ada kelainan cacat mental. Dia nyanyi lagu Ninda Gukgukguk, eh salah, Helly maksud gue, cuma dengan modal tepuk tangan. Dan ga satupun di angkot yang ngerelain recehnya buat dia. Mungkin dipikir mereka harusnya orang setua itu bisa ya nyari kerja lain. Tapi ngurus dirinya sendiri aja belum tentu bisa, gimana bisa dia mikir jauh soal pekerjaan? Bahkan ngamen pun belum tentu kemauan dia sendiri, dia ga akan sekreatif itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coba aja di setiap kawasan pengamen gitu ada orang yang peduli. Paling nggak mereka ngasih les gratis ke anak-anak itu, sekedar les pelajaran tiap weekend atau les musik. Kan lumayan. Paling nggak hidup mereka sehari-hari ga akan jadi se-useless itu, cuma buat naik turun angkot nyari nafkah buat orang yang cuma ongkang-ongkang kaki nonton mereka. Itupun juga belum tentu dapet. Kalo mereka ga dapet, ntar dipukulin ama juragannya. aAaAaAaA dunia keras, coy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5189829303297311408?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5189829303297311408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5189829303297311408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5189829303297311408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5189829303297311408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/01/street-kids.html' title='Street Kids'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITY-w6S2_Pk/TOOdnFYplDI/AAAAAAAAADw/ipv5S0HJ5qU/s72-c/anak_jalanan_100530203226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-838556558605453630</id><published>2011-01-28T06:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:55:34.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody of mine'/><title type='text'>Everybody's Broken - Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to the party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come on in and disappear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're feeling like a stranger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But all your friends are here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little lines and cracks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Around your eyes and mouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something's trying to get in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something's trying to get out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to be a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken in this life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to feel a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken, you're alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's just life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Step into the deep end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make yourself at home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you wonder why you're breathing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Know you're not alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's so hard to believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's easier to doubt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're trying to hold in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you're dying to scream out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to be a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to feel a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken, you're alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's alright, it's just life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a look around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is who you think you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who you want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to be a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken in this life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay to feel a little broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken, you're alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just keep on going&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eyes wide open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3748093765520971103</id><published>2011-01-23T12:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:14:19.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah</title><content type='html'>Gue egois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau lo sadar dan ngeliat semua yang gue lakuin buat lo.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau lo sadar kalau tiap malem gue masih nangis kebayang lo.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau lo sadar kalau gue masih berharap semua cerita kita bakal keulang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau lo sadar kalau di sini masih ada gue yang nunggu lo.&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau lo sadar gimana sayangnya gue sama lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue egois karena&amp;nbsp;seharusnya gue yang sadar, kalau lo memang bukan buat gue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3748093765520971103?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5083727448499537967</id><published>2011-01-21T22:46:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:18:06.201+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. Harusnya jadi yang ke-21 bulan. Forever 21. 21 Guns. XXI. 21st Century Breakdown. Cakra 21 Tourist and Travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bangsky satsky cekaleeeeh sepanjang hari otak gue dipenuhin angka 21. Dari pagi. Bener-bener galaunya udah akuuuut banget. Gimana nggak, failed mensiversary yang keempat gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah gitu ya tadi kan anak-anak kelas gue pada ol di PC kelas terus pake LCD. Abis itu pada buka Google kan ya (aduh please deh coba tiap hari wi-fi selancar tadi, jangan mampet mulu kayak bokernya Ninda). Mereka pertama searching nama Faris. Keluarnya Zac Efron. Dan abis Faris, jengjet, gue kena deh. Pada searching nama gue di images. Paparappappaaaa, yang keluar foto-foto aib gue dari blog ama FS orang-orang. Tapi pas gue liatin satu-satu fotonya, foto yang paling pertama paling pojok kiri atas, foto dia lagi nyubit pipi gue di LIA waktu kita mau cabut bareng buat yang pertama kalinya entah Sabtu kapan bertaun taun taun taun taun yang LALU. Jaket garis-garis dia. Jaket abu-abu gue. Jerawat gue di jidat. Mukanya yang nahan senyum gimana gitu. Gue ga nyadar, air mata gue spontan langsung netes. Gue takut orang-orang pada tau kan. Ya udah gue pura-pura make headset terus dengerin lagu sambil nunduk. Tapi air mata gue malah udah keburu jatoh ke rok duluan terus diliat ama yang lain. Gilaaaa anak-anak Transformer langsung pada panik. Ninda langsung nyeret kursinya ke sebelah gue, Celli langsung ngeluarin tissue satu roll, terus yang lain pada minta maaf. Gue sampe kaget anak-anak responnya kayak gitu amat. aAaAaA ya Allah cemandh-cemandh, maaf yaaaa gue lebay banget. Gue jadi enak -_- Dan jadi penasaran. Wajar ga sih nangisan gue yang tadi itu?? Wajar ga sih kalo di failed mensiversary lo yang keempat, udah gitu lo paginya SMS orang yang failed itu berusaha beramah-tamah terus dianya ga ngebales, lo dari pagi udah lemes letoy lesu, eh tiba-tiba begitu nyampe sekolah banyak kopet-kopet sialan (tapi ngangenin) yang nongolin foto lo ama mantan lo di layar LCD depan kelas gede-gede, terus lo nangis mendadak? Ga menye amat kan gue? Aaaaah gue sayang lo semua deh, Transformer, Pensador! Uye uye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi hari ini tetep ada good side-nya kok. Bokap gue ngasih sesuatu buat keluarga gue yang bikin nyokap gue girang sampe rambutnya lurus. Terus tadi gue diajakkin konser lagi ama Studio Lima bulan Maret. Auouououooooo moga-moga aja ya ini salah satu jalan penghiburan buat gue supaya gue ga galau lagi. Nyelekit banget ya Tuhaaaan udah ga tau berapa bulan gue kayak gini terus. Gue yang ngerasain capek, orang yang ngeliatnya capek, mending gue mati ajaaaa ye ga? Tapi sebelom gue mati untung ada banyak banget orang-orang dan kejadian yang kayaknya sengaja Allah bikin buat gue supaya gue ga sedih lagi. Apasih yang gue ga punya sekarang? Cuma lo, kan? Lo itu apa artinya dibanding semua yang udah gue punya? Jadi kenapa gue harus ngerasain cenat-cenut abadi cuma gara-gara lo, satu dari sekian juta hal yang gue punya, pergi? Tapi kenyataannya........... ya everybody knows lah. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh gue lupa ada yang ketinggalan! Kan sekarang gue miara hamster ya. Nah hamster gue yang namanya Goldy dua hari yang lalu ilang tiba-tiba dari kandangnya jam setengah sepuluh pagi. Gue kirain dimakan kucing kan. Fatta udah galau seharian tuh. Tapi terus tiba-tiba pas tengah malem, ada suara mencicit di pintu kamar gue kerasss banget. Eh, keras aja -_- Gue akhirnya bangun. Pas gue buka pintu kamar gue, taunya udah ada Goldy di situ. Pas gue mau megang terus gue taro lagi di kandangnya, dia udah lari duluan ke sana terus ngegaruk-garuk kandangnya kayak mau megang &amp;nbsp;Darky tapi ga bisa. Pas gue udah nyatuin mereka lagi, mereka berdua langsung tidur kruntelan di pojokan kandang ngelepas rindu yakalle. HAH terharu anjir gue ngeliatnya. Itu namanya setia atau apa? Tapi kalo Goldy emang setia, kenapa dia sempet ninggalin Darky? Empat belas setengah jam itu lama kan buat seekor hamster? Dan mungkin nggak ya, suatu saat nanti ga tau kapan gue bakal punya nasib yang sama kayak Darky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5083727448499537967?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5083727448499537967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5083727448499537967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5083727448499537967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5083727448499537967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/01/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5807896702095873610</id><published>2011-01-19T19:45:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:54:47.402+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Skip It. Just Skip. SKIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue ga pernah nyangka kalo gue ternyata semenye ini. Setempe ini. Kalo ternyata gue sama aja kayak cewek-cewek yang suka gue liat di sinetron, FTV, atau segala hal berbau menye lainnya yang perasaan dulu sering banget gue hina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HALOOOO, GUE KIRANA, KAN??? &lt;/b&gt;Kirana yang di mata sebagian besar orang (sokbet) jagoan kan? Yang kalo udah ngomong minta digeplak? Yang kalo udah ngatain orang bisa bikin orang itu kalo bisa pingin masukkin kepalanya ke celana dalemnya? Kenapa gue pinter bikin orang lain ketawa, pinter bikin orang lain malu di mata umum, tapi gue sendiri jauh banget dari yang namanya "bisa ketawa"? Dan jauh lebih memalukan daripada orang-orang yang udah pernah gue permalukan selama ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue tau pepatah yang bilang "Letting someone go, and welcoming the new one." atau "Leave the past in the past then you're gonna find the future." atau "Ikhlasin dan kita akan mendapatkan yang lebih baik." atau "God puts some people in your life for some reasons, then removes them for better reasons." atau "Gagal dulu baru berhasil, salah dulu baru bener, nyesel dulu baru sadar." Tapiiii......... gue ga mau yang lebih baik kok. Gue ga bisa peduli ama yang jauh lebih baik di luar sana (atau ga mau?). Gue cuma mau satu. Lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Egois ya? Pathetic ya? Klise ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah tapi kan orang itu sendiri yang bilang...... Perasaan itu ga bisa dipaksain. Rasa sayang gue susah dipaksa hilang, sama kayak rasa sayang dia yang susah dipaksa buat kembali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JADI MAU GUE TUH APA?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Move on? Ga mungkin. Balikkan? Ga mungkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jalanin apa yang ada sekarang? Artinya, cenat-cenut berkepanjangan non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5807896702095873610?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5807896702095873610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5807896702095873610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5807896702095873610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5807896702095873610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/01/skip-it-just-skip-skip.html' title='Skip It. Just Skip. SKIP.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5622156096905225376</id><published>2011-01-06T12:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:54:59.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernah ga sih lo berusaha ngejalanin hari-hari lo senormal mungkin, tapi dada lo rasanya nyesek, kayak masih ada satu hal yang mengganjal, kayak ada satu hal yang kurang, lo pingin banget bisa ngerasa seneng dan plong, tapi ada perasaan sakit yang susah banget buat lo ilangin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itu yang gue alamin sekarang. Dari dulu orang-orang selalu kenal gue sebagai orang yang mungkin kelewat cheerful. Gue masih sebisa mungkin jadi Kirana yang kayak gitu. Gue suka tiap ngeliat orang lain ketawa karena gue, gue sendiri juga masih jadi orang yang gampang buat dibikin ketawa. Tapi gue sadar banget, di balik semuanya itu, gue ga bener-bener bisa bahagia dari dalam hati. Ada yang ga lengkap. Di satu sisi gue ketawa lebar, dan gue emang bener-bener tertawa karena seneng waktu gue tertawa, tapi tetap di hati gue kayak ada satu rasa sesak yang ga bisa gue deskripsiin apa. Oke, mungkin bisa. Bisa banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini semua gara-gara rasa gue ke satu orang itu. Orang yang pernah nganggep gue jadi bagian paling penting dalam hidupnya, tapi sekarang semua udah berubah. Bahkan dia kayaknya udah berpaling ke orang lain. Buat gue sendiri, juga ada orang lain yang belakangan ini selalu ada buat gue tanpa pernah gue minta, yang celakanya, temen deket dia. Walaupun mereka temenan, mereka beda jauh. Dan gue tau mana yang lebih gue suka. Jenis perasaan yang gue rasain ke yang baru ini nggak bakal pernah sama dengan perasaan gue ke orang yang lama itu. Terlalu banyak kenangan. Terlalu banyak hal yang mengingatkan. Tapi gue tau, sekarang di mata dia gue sama kayak cewek lainnya. Satu-satunya yang beda cuma karena gue mantannya. Pernah numpang ngambil tempat di masa lalunya. Mending kalo dia masih inget. Tapi selebihnya, gue sama. Gue udah ga ada istimewanya lagi. Beda banget dengan apa yang masih gue rasain ke dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Patah hati.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;Fuck yeah, those words sound very gross.&lt;/i&gt; Tapi nyatanya, kenapa itu yang (dengan memalukannya) harus gue rasain sekarang? Dari sekian banyak orang yang udah pernah gue temuin, dari sekian banyak cowok yang pernah gue suka atau sebaliknya, kenapa cuma satu ini yang bener-bener berbekas ga mau pergi sama sekali? Dan kenapa dari sekian banyak orang yang ada di sekitar gue, justru cuma orang ini yang bener-bener rasanya paling nggak mungkin buat gue ajak kembali ke masa lalu? Gue punya segalanya, gue bersyukur. Tapi karena ga ada dia, gue ngerasa selalu kekurangan. Gue ngerasa kosong. Dan kenapa dia yang dulu bener-bener jadi satu-satunya orang yang paling bisa melengkapi semua rasa gue, sekarang justru jadi satu-satunya orang yang pergi dari gue dan ga kedengeran terlalu ironis banget buat bisa balik lagi? Gue pernah bilang gue mau selalu ada buat orang ini kapanpun dia butuh, tapi toh dia udah nggak butuh gue lagi. Kadang gue ngerasa konyol. Gue masih muda banget. Banyak orang lain yang juga udah pernah gagal, tapi mungkin ga akan se-down gue. Udah tiga bulan lebih dan gue ga tau apa tiga bulan ke depan gue udah bisa bener-bener jadi Kirana yang normal lagi atau nggak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue capek. Gue mau bisa senyum dari hati lagi. Gue lupa gimana rasanya bener-bener bahagia tanpa ada beban. Bahkan di saat dikelilingin Beglano atau Pensador yang dulu biasanya selalu bisa bikin gue ketawa lepas pun, orang itu tetap ga bisa berhenti bikin gue sedih. Ya, kata itu yang paling cocok ngewakilin rasa gue saat ini. Sedih.&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/3033374635087297432-5622156096905225376?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5622156096905225376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5622156096905225376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5622156096905225376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5622156096905225376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2011/01/pernah-ga-sih-lo-berusaha-menjalani.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5224442840830407986</id><published>2010-12-07T18:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:01:04.657+07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP.</title><content type='html'>Hhhhhhh. I just wanna stop. Stop feeling this way. Stop crying. Stop being so fragile and maudlin. I JUST WANNA STOP REMEMBERING YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5224442840830407986?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5224442840830407986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5224442840830407986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop.html' title='STOP.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-750476420457990974</id><published>2010-06-02T01:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:48:28.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>HELL YEAH I'M BACK TO THE BLOG CROWD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Miss me? Ha ha no doubt about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Okay, Alhamdulillah National Examination is over. I've got a new school, it's 81 SHS Jakarta and my National Examination is really satisfying, 38,05. Not too bad, isn't it? But tonight............... suddenly I got a huge problem. I don't know, whether you're gonna say it as a big trouble or not if you know what the trouble is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Insya Allah, started by this post, I'm gonna exist again on the blogcrowd. Just wait for my next articles yaaaaaa. Nighty nite, Path Stepers! I miss you a lot, Aristo! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-750476420457990974?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/750476420457990974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=750476420457990974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/750476420457990974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/750476420457990974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2010/04/hell-yeah-im-back-to-blog-crowd.html' title='HELL YEAH I&apos;M BACK TO THE BLOG CROWD!!!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6967917756739408920</id><published>2010-01-18T17:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:00:16.175+07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kiranaharyadi" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/kiranaharyadi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6967917756739408920?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6967917756739408920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6967917756739408920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6967917756739408920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6967917756739408920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_18.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8614607415209951489</id><published>2009-12-04T23:12:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:05:52.146+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Dad, I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't even remember when was the last time he hugged or kissed me before, or said that he loved me.&amp;nbsp; He's kinda a bashful guy. He hardly ever replied if I said that I love him a lot. But what he did to make me feel better yesterday night changes my opinion of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At that night, my feeling was really not right because I had a fight with my boyfriend. I felt messed up. And do you know what? My dad was the first person who recognized it. He knew there's some restrained tears in my eyes. He tried to entertain me, gave me jokes, but he's not good enough in conversation. So he just sat down in front of me, saying nothing, and suddenly he gave me a very warm hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh God, it's been a long long time since I felt that calm. Really warm, made every problem like flying away. Then I realized. Nowadays, I've been like living in somewhere else. My body is in my room, but my mind never there. I'm like an alien in my own home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, your hug worked very well, Dad. It relieved me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moreover, I've just found an amazing article about fathers a few minutes ago at KasKus. It totally touches my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biasanya, bagi seorang anak perempuan yang sudah dewasa, yang sedang bekerja diperantauan, yang ikut suaminya merantau di luar kota atau luar negeri, yang sedang bersekolah atau kuliah jauh dari kedua orang tuanya... akan sering merasa kangen sekali dengan mamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bagaimana dengan Papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena Mama lebih sering menelepon untuk menanyakan keadaanmu setiap hari.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi tahukah kamu, jika ternyata Papa-lah yang mengingatkan Mama untuk menelponmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dulu sewaktu kamu kecil, Mama-lah yang lebih sering mengajakmu bercerita atau berdongeng.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi tahukah kamu, bahwa sepulang Papa bekerja dan dengan wajah lelah Papa selalu menanyakan pada Mama tentang kabarmu dan apa yang kau lakukan seharian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat dirimu masih seorang anak perempuan kecil...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa biasanya mengajari putri kecilnya naik sepeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan setelah Papa mengganggapmu bisa, Papa akan melepaskan roda bantu di sepedamu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kemudian Mama bilang : "Jangan dulu Papa, jangan dilepas dulu roda bantunya."&lt;br /&gt;Mama takut putri manisnya terjatuh lalu terluka...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi sadarkah kamu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahwa Papa dengan yakin akan membiarkanmu, menatapmu, dan menjagamu mengayuh sepeda dengan seksama karena dia tahu putri kecilnya PASTI BISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat kamu menangis merengek meminta boneka atau mainan yang baru, Mama menatapmu iba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tetapi Papa akan mengatakan dengan tegas : "Boleh, kita beli nanti, tapi tidak sekarang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, Papa melakukan itu karena Papa tidak ingin kamu menjadi anak yang manja dengan semua tuntutan yang selalu dapat dipenuhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kamu sakit pilek, Papa yang terlalu khawatir sampai kadang sedikit membentak dengan berkata : "Sudah dibilang! Kamu jangan minum air dingin!"&lt;br /&gt;Berbeda dengan Mama yang memperhatikan dan menasihatimu dengan lembut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ketahuilah, saat itu Papa benar-benar mengkhawatirkan keadaanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu sudah beranjak remaja....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kamu mulai menuntut pada Papa untuk dapat izin keluar malam, dan Papa bersikap tegas dan mengatakan: "Tidak boleh!"&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, bahwa Papa melakukan itu untuk menjagamu?&lt;br /&gt;Karena bagi Papa, kamu adalah sesuatu yang sangat - sangat luar biasa berharga.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kamu marah pada Papa, dan masuk ke kamar sambil membanting pintu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan yang datang mengetok pintu dan membujukmu agar tidak marah adalah Mama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah kamu, bahwa saat itu Papa memejamkan matanya dan menahan gejolak dalam batinnya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahwa Papa sangat ingin mengikuti keinginanmu, tapi lagi-lagi dia HARUS menjagamu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ketika saat seorang cowok mulai sering menelponmu, atau bahkan datang ke rumah untuk menemuimu, Papa akan memasang wajah paling cool sedunia...&lt;br /&gt;Papa sesekali menguping atau mengintip saat kamu sedang ngobrol berdua di ruang tamu.&lt;br /&gt;Sadarkah kamu, kalau hati Papa merasa cemburu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kamu mulai lebih dipercaya, dan Papa melonggarkan sedikit peraturan untuk keluar rumah untukmu, kamu akan memaksa untuk melanggar jam malamnya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maka yang dilakukan Papa adalah duduk di ruang tamu, dan menunggumu pulang dengan hati yang sangat khawatir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan setelah perasaan khawatir itu berlarut - larut.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika melihat putri kecilnya pulang larut malam hati Papa akan mengeras dan Papa memarahimu.&lt;br /&gt;Sadarkah kamu, bahwa ini karena hal yang di sangat ditakuti Papa akan segera datang?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bahwa putri kecilnya akan segera pergi meninggalkan Papa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lulus SMA, Papa akan sedikit memaksamu untuk menjadi seorang dokter atau insinyur.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ketahuilah, bahwa seluruh paksaan yang dilakukan Papa itu semata - mata hanya karena memikirkan masa depanmu nanti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapi toh Papa tetap tersenyum dan mendukungmu saat pilihanmu tidak sesuai dengan keinginan Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu menjadi gadis dewasa dan kamu harus pergi kuliah di kota lain, Papa harus melepasmu di bandara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah kamu bahwa badan Papa terasa kaku untuk memelukmu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa hanya tersenyum sambil memberi nasehat ini - itu, dan menyuruhmu untuk berhati-hati.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal Papa ingin sekali menangis seperti Mama dan memelukmu erat-erat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yang Papa lakukan hanya menghapus sedikit air mata di sudut matanya, dan menepuk pundakmu berkata "Jaga dirimu baik-baik ya, Sayang".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa melakukan itu semua agar kamu KUAT... kuat untuk pergi dan menjadi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di saat kamu butuh uang untuk membiayai uang semester dan kehidupanmu, orang pertama yang mengerutkan kening adalah Papa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa pasti berusaha keras mencari jalan agar anaknya bisa merasa sama dengan teman-temannya yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika permintaanmu bukan lagi sekedar meminta boneka baru, dan Papa tahu ia tidak bisa memberikan yang kamu inginkan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kata-kata yang keluar dari mulut Papa adalah : "Tidak. Tidak bisa!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padahal dalam batin Papa, Ia sangat ingin mengatakan "Iya Sayang, nanti Papa belikan untukmu".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah kamu bahwa pada saat itu Papa merasa gagal membuat anaknya tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya kamu diwisuda sebagai seorang sarjana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa adalah orang pertama yang berdiri dan memberi tepuk tangan untukmu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa akan tersenyum dengan bangga dan puas melihat "putri kecilnya yang tidak manja berhasil tumbuh dewasa, dan telah menjadi seseorang."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sampai saat seorang teman lelakimu datang ke rumah dan meminta izin pada Papa untuk mengambilmu darinya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa akan sangat berhati-hati memberikan izin,&lt;br /&gt;karena Papa tahu.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahwa lelaki itulah yang akan menggantikan posisinya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saat Papa melihatmu duduk di panggung pelaminan bersama seseorang lelaki yang dianggapnya pantas menggantikannya, Papa pun tersenyum bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kamu mengetahui, di hari yang bahagia itu Papa pergi ke belakang panggung sebentar, dan menangis?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa menangis karena papa sangat berbahagia, kemudian Papa berdoa.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam lirih doanya kepada Tuhan, Papa berkata: "Ya Allah tugasku telah selesai dengan baik. Putri kecilku yang lucu dan kucintai telah menjadi wanita yang cantik. Bahagiakanlah ia bersama suaminya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu Papa hanya bisa menunggu kedatanganmu bersama cucu-cucunya yang sesekali datang untuk menjenguk.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rambut yang telah dan semakin memutih dan badan serta lengan yang tak lagi kuat untuk menjagamu dari bahaya...&lt;br /&gt;Papa telah menyelesaikan tugasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa, Ayah, Bapak, atau Abah kita adalah sosok yang harus selalu terlihat kuat,&lt;br /&gt;bahkan ketika dia tidak kuat untuk tidak menangis.&lt;br /&gt;Dia harus terlihat tegas bahkan saat dia ingin memanjakanmu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia adalah yang orang pertama yang selalu yakin bahwa "&lt;b&gt;KAMU BISA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;" dalam segala hal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost cried when I read this article, even though in fact my dad isn't that strict and my mom isn't that gentle. However, my dad already educate me in his own way he feels the best from him for me. He used to be quiet when my mom got angry at me. If I did a mistake, my dad wouldn't tell my mom until she knew it by herself. He seldom motivated me, but I really know that he is my biggest fan ever in the world. It doesn't matter for him how stupid I am or how ugly is my face. I'll always be his sweet little daughter. That's all what my mom always said to me. My dad never told me about it, my he always talked about it with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm proud of you, Dad. I'll never find the one who replaces you, but I wish I'll find the one who can continue your duty. Thanks a lot, my Teddy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sxk05SGsp6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/4pfcdjEuvTA/s1600-h/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_125655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sxk05SGsp6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/4pfcdjEuvTA/s200/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_125655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8614607415209951489?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8614607415209951489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8614607415209951489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8614607415209951489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8614607415209951489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/12/dad-i-love-you.html' title='Dad, I Love You.'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sxk05SGsp6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/4pfcdjEuvTA/s72-c/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_125655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-578333072386240352</id><published>2009-11-29T06:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:06:30.810+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody of mine'/><title type='text'>Now Playing : You Can't Hurry Love by Phil Collins</title><content type='html'>I need love, love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I need to find time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama said&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;But it's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in a good time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many heartaches must I stand&lt;br /&gt;Before I find the love to let me live again&lt;br /&gt;Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;when I feel my strength, ooh, it's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;It's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wait&lt;br /&gt;How muck more must I take&lt;br /&gt;Before loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Will cause my heart, heart to break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I cant bear to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;I grow impatient for a love to call my own&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel that I, I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Well these precious words keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in a good time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes, now break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now love, love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating for that soft voice&lt;br /&gt;To talk to me at night&lt;br /&gt;For some tender arms&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, till that day&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't easy (Love don't come easy)&lt;br /&gt;No, you know it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama said&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;It's a game of give and take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sumpah dah ya, ini lagu compatible banget ama love story gue. &lt;b&gt;Berpatah hati dahulu, dicintai kemudian!&lt;/b&gt; Proses buat akhirnya dicintai juga lamanya ngujubileh dah. Tapi sekarang semuanya jadi so sweet kan? Jadi saran gue, buat yang lagi nunggu ditembak seseorang ato udah lamaaaa banget HTS-an, mending bersabar aja deh. Jangan cepet-cepet ngambil keputusan buat ninggalin si do'i. Bisa nyesel seumur idup loh akibatnya. Wuikikiq~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-578333072386240352?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/578333072386240352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=578333072386240352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/578333072386240352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/578333072386240352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-playing-you-cant-hurry-love-by-phil.html' title='Now Playing : You Can&apos;t Hurry Love by Phil Collins'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3570448187547256027</id><published>2009-11-23T12:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:10:59.179+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen article'/><title type='text'>People in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well Path Stepers, hari ini gue masuk angin doooong. Haha sialan banget, jadinya selama dua Senin berturut-turut gue terpaksa ga masuk sekolah. Eh yang pertama ga terpaksa deh, dengan senang hati malah. Tapi yang jelas hari ini gue bosennnnnnnnnnn banget. Semaleman ga bisa tidur gara-gara sakit perut, paginya ke dokter, dan gue kirain pas nyampe rumah gue bakalan bales dendam kebegadangan gue semalem dengan bobok yang puleeeeeeeeeeeeeeees banget. Tapi ternyata masih tetep ga bisa merem, sakit banget suer dah nih perut seksi ogut. Ck moga-moga nanti siang pas ketemu ama Ito bisa mendingan deh sakitnya. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oya, kok malah jadi menyimpang gini ya ocehan gue? Ehem, pada intinya gue mau bilang kalo gara-gara gue bosen, gue pun nyolong sesuatu dari blog-nya adek kelas gue. Sori ya Deeeeek, aku asal copas. Moga-moga biar Tuhan yang bales kebaikkan adek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you name 30 people you can think of right off the top of your head ? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 30 people . No Cheating !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Aristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Agi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Fatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Nadira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Distria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. Nita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Reike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Marvi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Saphira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. Ninis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Tika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. Ofi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Nabilah Nube &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. Lulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. Khrisna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. Fina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. Tahta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. Diani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. Audy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. Rana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. Dhio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. Astari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. Livy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. Pak Achmad Sukran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. Ozan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. Vivi Marlinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you met 10 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Pas SD kelas 5E dan waktu itu dia tergila-gila sama Dude Harlino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Siapa yang mau jadi tempat sampah gue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 15 dated ?&lt;br /&gt;- Jealousssssss. KOK GA NGAJAK-NGAJAK GUE?????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be ?&lt;br /&gt;- My gosh I can't pick anyone of them. I'm not a lesbian, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did you ever like 9 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Like? I love her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry ?&lt;br /&gt;- Almost everyday kaleeeee -_____- dan biasanya gue yang bikin dia mewek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 12 make a good couple ?&lt;br /&gt;-HYAKAKAKAK kalo diliat dari segi bodi sih cucok lah bow, tapi ga sudi gue punya adek ipar macem Saphi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 1 and 2 make a good couple ?&lt;br /&gt;- What?? My boyfriend and my mom???? Coba aja kalo berani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Describe 8&lt;br /&gt;- A beautiful bitch with beautiful eyes and beautiful ass, and she's the one who dares to kiss me in front of a crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 12 ?&lt;br /&gt;- A lot! Pingin gue bawa pualng deh biar ga usah repot-repot nyewa badut pas adek gue ulang taun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 17&lt;br /&gt;- JAY-Z!!! Jayus maksud gue, but I like her style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's favorite color&lt;br /&gt;- Kuning kali ya? Apalagi yang ngambang-ngambang gitu, wah demen banget dia pasti (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you ?&lt;br /&gt;- He already did it to me all the time! And I always said that I like him more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 15 ?&lt;br /&gt;- On Friday. Kalo sms ikut diitung, jadinya Sabtu kemaren pas anniv gue ama Ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you think 19 feels about you ?&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect. Ye ga Khris? Wkwk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What languages does 13 speak ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bahasa lautan, mungkin? Hihi canda pausku sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 going out with ?&lt;br /&gt;- My father of course, dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 16 in ?&lt;br /&gt;- The same like I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 5' favorite music ?&lt;br /&gt;- R n' B, I guess. Or every songs that I sing for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bah jangankan nge-date. Lu kira gue pas masih kecil boboknya dikelonin ama siapeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is 11 single ?&lt;br /&gt;- Hm I think so. But he chases one of my beautiful bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's father's name ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sumitro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah, we do have a serious realtionship, layaknya platypus dan murid SLB berwajah tablo pada umumnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 live ?&lt;br /&gt;- Tauk dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 20 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet, but very very nyolottttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2c3635; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;- I doubt between his tummy or his exotic lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 21 hard working ?&lt;br /&gt;- Totally not. Tukang contek unggulan sih iye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2c3635; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to tell 14 right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Missing you, my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2c3635; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss 25 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, I've kissed him countlessly! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged/kissed 13?&lt;br /&gt;- Hugged yes. Once, or twice. But kissed? Errrrrr, not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2c3635; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 24 ?&lt;br /&gt;-My classmate and my neighbor who likes cooking and eating shrimps a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&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/3033374635087297432-3570448187547256027?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3570448187547256027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3570448187547256027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3570448187547256027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3570448187547256027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-in-my-life.html' title='People in My Life'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6382730398361407541</id><published>2009-11-21T11:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:07:05.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is our...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7th MONTH ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Aristo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Khans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Ahmad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Haryad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Isnawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So glad today I spent my time with him for 10 hours. Since morning until evening, he was always next to me. Though in the morning we had a little conflict, but in the end today is ended very happily and great. I feel so wonderful on this day. We made poems for each other, and they reminded me of the way we met in the past. Fabulous, unbelievable. However, I'm yours now, and I hope it will last for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;I wanna be with you until the end of time, my Aristo.&lt;/b&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/3033374635087297432-6382730398361407541?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6382730398361407541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6382730398361407541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6382730398361407541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6382730398361407541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6214994144269277045</id><published>2009-11-20T18:21:00.031+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:39:28.134+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Hidup Saya Belakangan Ini yang Dijamin Melebihi Kesibukkan Presiden Zimbabwe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh God, guru-guru Al-Azhar sukses ya bikin gue terheran-heran. Mereka itu emang setiaaaaaaaaaa banget. Setia bikin muridnya tersiksa!!! Hiks ampun Pak Bu, kita cuman mau dapet NEM UN 40, bukannya mau lulus SMP dengan berat kita tinggal separonya dari pas kita lulus SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this week my schedule is not as busy as last week. Seenggaknya hari ini PM dihilangkan. Eeeeeh, ditunda maksud gue, jadi hari Rabu. Not too bad lah. Jadi gue bisa nyantai sampe Monday comes as the day I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what???? Santai???????????????????????? Uw yeah, I will really enjoy my weekend at LIA for EIGHT HOURS! Pasti asik banget kan ya tuh ya? Pasti fun kan ya? Bikin otak jadi seger kan ya? Jadi ga sabar deh pingin ngurusin essay, presentasi, konsultasi, dan mengerjakan hal-hal lainnya yang me-refreshing-kan jiwa dan raga gue itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aduh belom lagi hari Senin-nya ada ulangan dua mata pelajaran yang tercipil seantero jagad raya! Fisika &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Listrik Dinamis. HAH! Really can't wait for it!)&lt;/span&gt;, ama Matematika &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Peluang)&lt;/span&gt;? Ck as gampil as ngupil lah. Hari Minggu-nya gue ngorok seharian juga paling tetep minimal dapet cepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun sayangnya, semua yang gue tulis di atas itu hanyalah majas pengecut belaka. Kenyataannya, hidup gue selama satu minggu ke depan akan jauh lebih menyengsarakan, jauh dari kebahagiaan &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(kecuali pas Qurban. Wuikikiq asik pesta kambing!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah asal jangan sampe gue drop aja deh. Paling males kalo udah enak-enakkan ga masuk sekolah gara-gara sakit, tapi ntar pas masuk harus nguber-nguber guru demi ngedapetin nilai tugas ato ulangan yang ketinggalan. Hhhh naujubillah deh.&lt;br /&gt;Oya, and I haven't told you about my performance last Sunday at Goethe Haus! Whoa it was quite really fun. I'm gonna miss moments like what I experienced in that concert, though. I went there by bus through the rain with my friends. Secara keseluruhan semuanya lumayan lancar, tapi yang gue ga suka rambut gue pake dicepol-cepol segalaaaaaa. Buset buat ngilangin hair spray-nya gue mesti berjam-jam semedi di kamar mandi, tengah malem pula! Tapi lumayan sih, Senin-nya jadi ada alesan buat bolos sekolah wuikikikiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoNeiix69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/0CFY5s6AIx4/s1600/16742_175632093724_661273724_2922290_6670190_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoNeiix69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/0CFY5s6AIx4/s320/16742_175632093724_661273724_2922290_6670190_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praticing before. Liat kan rambut gue satu-satunya yang dikonde begitu? Ck untung hasilnya cakep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoN7vFwkzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U3pXxl783uE/s1600/16648_1286874412534_1250385645_30865394_4619517_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoN7vFwkzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U3pXxl783uE/s320/16648_1286874412534_1250385645_30865394_4619517_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Foto keluarga, mulai dari sesepuh sampe cicit yang terimut -,- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoOFpYFynI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RvwMTpqUT5c/s1600/16648_1286872012474_1250385645_30865390_7047679_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoOFpYFynI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RvwMTpqUT5c/s320/16648_1286872012474_1250385645_30865390_7047679_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was what I wore that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoOSmF2mCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vqAKjFQu0j0/s1600/16648_1286863452260_1250385645_30865262_7430936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoOSmF2mCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vqAKjFQu0j0/s320/16648_1286863452260_1250385645_30865262_7430936_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kayak pada ngeliat cahaya surga gitu ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that's all from me for today posting. See you, fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;See you pals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6214994144269277045?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6214994144269277045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6214994144269277045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6214994144269277045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6214994144269277045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/hidup-saya-belakangan-ini-yang-dijamin.html' title='Hidup Saya Belakangan Ini yang Dijamin Melebihi Kesibukkan Presiden Zimbabwe'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SwoNeiix69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/0CFY5s6AIx4/s72-c/16742_175632093724_661273724_2922290_6670190_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8990512972878332610</id><published>2009-11-13T21:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:07:15.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'>It's Nice Being Around You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hei, minggu ini hidup aku penuh dihiasi ama kamu ya? Empat kali aku dikasih kesempatan minggu ini buat ngeliat senyummu yang selalu bikin hati jadi girang itu. Dan tau ga? Aku ga bosen sama sekali lho sama senyum menggodamu itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalo aku inget-inget, udah banyak banget ya pengalaman hidup aku yang nambah sejak aku ketemu kamu. Bacot tuh kata-kata temen aku yang bilang LDR itu cuma nyusahin, mending cari cowok "anak dalem" aja. Cih. Buktinya kita bisa, kok!&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak diajak kekasih lo &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(beh bahasa tinggi punya nih)&lt;/span&gt; muter-muter ngiterin Bekasi sambil naik motor? Pernah nggak karaokean berdua ama pacar di mal "gaul"? Pernah nggak pulang jalan naik motor berdua sambil diguyur ujan deres? Pernah nggak nonton bertiga sama adek dan pacar lo? Pernah nggak pacar lo diajak orang tua ngobrol sambil minum es teler, dan pas ditanya cita-cita pacar lo apa sama bokap lo, dia jawab pingin jadi p******r? Pernah nggak ngeles-ngeles ke nyokap mampyus-mampyusan cuma demi supaya bisa ketemu ama pacar lo? Pernah nggak setelah puas ketemu hampir seharian penuh (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eh nggak deng, segini mah aku masih belom puas)&lt;/span&gt;, terus malemnya bahkan sampe besok-besokya ga bisa kontak sama sekali sama pacar gara-gara masalah HP disita? Kita pernah ngalamin semuanya itu kan ya, To, yaaa? And honestly, most of that moments feel totally really really fun. Semua momen itu mungkin nggak bakal aku alamin kalo jarak aku deket ama kamu. Mungkin kita cuma bakal pacaran di pojok-pojok sekolah layaknya pasangan-pasangan lainnya di sekolahku, tanpa dapet banyak pelajaran. Tapi dengan pacaran jarak jauh ini, aku jadi dapet pelajaran ganda loh. Pertama, jadi banyak dapet pelajaran gimana caranya nyari alesan buat nyokap supaya bisa ketemuan ama dia. Dan kedua, jadi dapet pelajaran kalo pacaran itu ga harus selalu tatap muka dan kontak tiap hari, kok. Komunikasi itu memang penting, tapi kalo malah jadi bawa dampak negatif ke prestasi masing-masing, apa gunanya? Mending dikurangin aja frekuensi SMS ato otp-nya, tapi bikin setiap saat lo ketemu pacar lo itu jadi berhargaaaaaaaa banget! Hihi kayak kita gini kan ya To, yaaaa? Wuikikikiw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makasih banyak ya, Itooooo, buat kesenangan yang udah kamu kasih ke aku hari ini, juga buat luapan kegembiraan yang kemaren-kemaren. Bohong maha besar tuh kalo aku bilang aku bosen sama gaya pacaran kita. Plester aja mulut aku kalo aku sampe berani sekali lagi ngomong kayak gitu. Nyatanya aku suka kok, setiap cara kita ketemuan, walopun kadang saking lamanya kita ga ketemu, air mata jadi suka netes sendiri &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(baca : mewek)&lt;/span&gt;. But it's okay. Penderitaan kita ga sebanding sama kesenangan yang udah kita dapetin bersama. Luckily I found you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;YOU, ARISTO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3033374635087297432-8990512972878332610?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8990512972878332610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8990512972878332610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8990512972878332610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8990512972878332610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-3-being-around-you.html' title='It&apos;s Nice Being Around You!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7937135345586170895</id><published>2009-11-05T23:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:16:21.457+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'>Now Playing : Sahabat Jadi Cinta - Zigaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Kuhantarkan bak di pelataran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hati &lt;span id="IL_AD3"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt; temaran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matamu juga mata mataku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ada hasrat yang mungkin terlarang &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satu kata yang sulit terucap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hingga batinku tersiksa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuhan tolong aku jelaskanlah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perasaanku berubah jadi cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak &lt;span id="IL_AD4"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; hatiku merafikan cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karena cinta tersirat bukan tersurat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meski bibirku terus berkata tidak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mataku terus pancarkan sinarnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kudapati diri makin tersesat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saat &lt;span id="IL_AD5"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; bersama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desah nafas yang tak bisa truskan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;persahabatan berubah jadi cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satu kata yang sulit terucap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hingga batinku tersiksa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuhan tolong aku jelaskanlah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perasaanku berubah jadi cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tak &lt;span id="IL_AD4"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; hatiku merafikan cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karena cinta tersirat bukan tersurat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meski bibirku terus berkata tidak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mataku terus pancarkan sinarnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa yang kita kini tengah rasakan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapakah kita coba persatukan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mungkin cobaan untuk persahabatan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atau mungkin sebuah takdir Tuhan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak &lt;span id="IL_AD4"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; hatiku merafikan cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karena cinta tersirat bukan tersurat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meski bibirku terus berkata tidak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mataku terus pancarkan sinarnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa yang kita kini tengah rasakan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapakah kita coba persatukan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mungkin cobaan untuk persahabatan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atau mungkin sebuah takdir Tuhan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semua bilang ini lagu love-life gue banget. Gue sama sekali nggak pernah nyangka kalo 'dia'-lah orangnya. Kenal dia aja nggak, padahal kita sekelas di LIA. Saling tatap-tatapan mata pun juga nggak pernah. Kalo seandainya kita ketemuan di mall, mungkin kita nggak bakal saling nyadar. Gue malah kenal sama mantannya lebih dulu daripada kenal dianya sendiri, padahal gue belum pernah ketemu sama mantannya itu. Dan pas gue mulai suka sama dia, yang pertama kali gue rasain itu adalah takut. Gue mau dia tetep jadi sahabat gue, jadi motivator gue, jadi penghibur gue, dan gue takut rasa suka gue ke dia nggak terbalaskan terus persahabatan kita malah jadi ancur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah dia mulai nunjukkin kalo ternyata dia ngerasain sama kayak apa yang gue rasain, gue tetep masih ngerasa belum lega. Banyak temen gue yang berpendapat kalo yang namanya sahabat terus jadi pacar pasti hubungannya bakal nggak lancar. Ada juga yang bilang sahabat itu nggak bakal bisa cocok buat dijadiin pacar. Bahkan ada juga yang ngenasehatin gue supaya gue bisa menjaga rasa sayang gue ke dia cukup sampai sebatas sahabat aja, jangan lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But don't you see what happens now to me and him, guys? Bahkan relationship gue sama dia is so much better daripada temen-temen gue lainnya yang hubungannya diawali dari pertemanan biasa. Persahabatan kita dulu malah bikin kita udah paham banget satu sama lain. Kadang apa yang ada di pikiran gue juga sama kayak apa yang lagi dia pikirin. Jadi setelah jadian kita bener-bener udah saling ngerti karakter dan kemauan masing-masing. Gue rasa ini semua adalah percobaan buat persahabatan kita yang berhasil kita laluin sampai sejauh ini, dan hubungan kita yang diawalin dengan persahabatan dan mudah-mudahan nggak akan pernah berakhir ini juga mungkin adalah takdir Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;Aku sayang kamu, Aristo Ahmad Isnawan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/3033374635087297432-7937135345586170895?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7937135345586170895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7937135345586170895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7937135345586170895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7937135345586170895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-playing-sahabat-jadi-cinta-zigaz.html' title='Now Playing : Sahabat Jadi Cinta - Zigaz'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7112631835131347899</id><published>2009-11-05T16:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:40:15.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>River Flows in You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdAuuycP_Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/cdAuuycP_Uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've really got to listen to this song. It's gonna make your tears drop, if you feel missing someone when you hear it. So beautiful!&lt;/i&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/3033374635087297432-7112631835131347899?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7112631835131347899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7112631835131347899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7112631835131347899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7112631835131347899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/river-flows-in-you.html' title='River Flows in You'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1452835348334041722</id><published>2009-11-04T22:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:38:37.610+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Ini Baru Adek Gua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suara TV terdengar dari kamar nyokap gue, dengan sayup-sayup diiringi suara ngakak yang tak kira-kira, menandakan gue dan adek gue lagi asik nonton acara Kejar Tayang &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(acara baru di Trans TV yang jayus itu lohhhh tapi gatau kenapa tetep aja gue demen. Abisnya yang lain acaranya berita KPK mulu sih. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EH TAPI EYANG GUE JADI PENGACARANYA ANGGODO, LOH!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Terus sekonyong-konyong nyokap gue masuk kamarnya, bikin gue dongkol aja gue kirain ada apaan kayak misalnya presiden kita jadi Aristo Ahmad Isnawan gitu kek, makanya nyokap gue sampe ngebanting-banting pintu. Tapi setelah gue pikir-pikir ini kan kamar kamar dia yeeeeee. Ye ga? Dan tattaratataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ternyata nyokap gue cuma mau menunjukkan masterpiece adek gue. Satu lagi dari si Fatta :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGgMTJU-SI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rg_yAEgS-tE/s1600-h/100_1408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGgMTJU-SI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rg_yAEgS-tE/s320/100_1408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay, actually it's not the point. It's only addition, just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HERE WHAT MY BROTHER DID ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGV5giuFRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5Xnw_ZW2Wd0/s1600-h/100_1397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGV5giuFRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5Xnw_ZW2Wd0/s320/100_1397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGZsqghrkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3LppIYQysCc/s1600-h/100_1395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGZsqghrkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3LppIYQysCc/s320/100_1395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you see it? Haha bangga bet ye dia punya obat nyamuk baru. Mana obat nyamuknya obat nyamuk murah lagi &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yang lebih baik? Yang lebih mahal banyak &amp;gt; kata iklannya). &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tapi lumayanlah mengocok perut dan menghibur gue yang sedang dirundung gundah karena rapot bayangan gue ada lima nilai yang kosong!!! Cepeknya juga cuman dua belas, padahal nilai tujuhnya ada delapan. Foolish banget ya gue? But I know, berapapun nilai tujuh di rapot gue pasti lo-lo semua tetep setia jadi Path Stepers blog gueeeeeee! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(eyak standing applause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oya, terus ga tau kenapa belakangan ini gue jadi cengeeeeeeeeng banget. Haha sebenernya gue tau banget sih kenapa, tapi gue tetep aja ngerasa cengeng. Ngerasa lembek. Ngerasa rapuh. Karena gue tau kehidupan yang sesungguhnya jauh lebih kejam daripada kehidupan gue saat ini. Tapi tetep aja gue&amp;nbsp; masih suka ngerasa jadi orang yang paling menderita di muka Bumi ini. Dan jujur, gue juga capek banget dijadiin tempat curcol ama anak-anak, padahal gue sendiri juga lagi banyak masalah. Bukannya gue nggak peduli sama masalah mereka ya, apalagi kan asik bisa tau masalah orang-orang yang belom tentu orang lain tau. Tapi tetep aja kadang bikin otak makin mumet. Ngehibur orang lain yang nangis, padahal dalem hati gue juga rasanya pingin jerit. &lt;i&gt;But I'll try my best to keep listening to them.&lt;/i&gt; Dan gue juga jadi bersyukur,&amp;nbsp; karena gue punya orang tua yang care banget sama gue, sohib-sohib yang solid, dan pacar yang tuluuuuuuuuuus banget sayangnya sama gue dan insya Allah bakalan setia sampe gue mati &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(hyakakaka this is the reality, guys!). &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walopun nyokap gue ngamuk-ngamuk ke gue hampir tiap hari, terus juga jarang banget ada kesempatan buat have fun sama sahabat-sahabat gue di luar sekolah, dan susahnya ngujubileh buat kontak sama pacar gue, but I think I desserve to be called the lucky one, because I have them around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKVpruSH-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eJ73gOvVnVA/s1600-h/100_1149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKVpruSH-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eJ73gOvVnVA/s320/100_1149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKWbZ_0b6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/85yfhQTjJYs/s1600-h/Photo0261+modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKWbZ_0b6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/85yfhQTjJYs/s320/Photo0261+modified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKWqmU-qAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V3Ni8LJGbA4/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvKWqmU-qAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V3Ni8LJGbA4/s320/DSC00405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hhhhhh &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't explain how much I love you all, my life-sweeters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1452835348334041722?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1452835348334041722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1452835348334041722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1452835348334041722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1452835348334041722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/ini-baru-adek-gua.html' title='Ini Baru Adek Gua!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SvGgMTJU-SI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rg_yAEgS-tE/s72-c/100_1408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7640002982014423510</id><published>2009-11-01T04:26:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:14:55.109+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever won't be over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7640002982014423510?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7640002982014423510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7640002982014423510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7640002982014423510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7640002982014423510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-love-you-forever-forever-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2320532505394276164</id><published>2009-10-31T06:53:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:10:05.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOTALLY GOT A CRUSH ON THIS ADORABLE KID! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suri Cruise, how could you be this cute?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I melt inside when I see your smile, sweety!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2320532505394276164?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2320532505394276164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2320532505394276164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2320532505394276164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2320532505394276164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-got-crush-on-this-adorable.html' title='I TOTALLY GOT A CRUSH ON THIS ADORABLE KID! &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuzPPrTPp_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/w6MAGv_D2e8/s72-c/088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8557938582959764124</id><published>2009-10-26T22:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:57:04.840+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>I'm Missing Too Many Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder why there are a lot people who want to go back into their past, because me-self also really want it. Nyesek rasanya kalo keinget masa lalu, terutama masa-masa kelas 7 ama kelas 8 gue yang &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;ceraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt; banget! Beda jauh sama sekarang, yang bikin tiap hari gue bawaannya jadi bad mood mulu. Dan ternyata bukan cuma gue doang yang ngerasa kayak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kelas 9. Ini tahun kelulusan gue dan gue pingin masa SMP gue jadi masa yang berkesan dengan kelas 9 yang bahagia. Gue butuh banyak ketawa, bukan belajar melulu. Gue butuh temen sekelas yang solid, bukan yang selalu nyolot tanpa tahu tempat, waktu, dan situasi. Gue butuh temen yang nggak pilih-pilih dalam bergaul, yang nggak milih temen berdasarkan anak gaul atau bukan. Gue butuh temen yang setia, yang nggak ninggalin gue dan nggak ganti-ganti sahabat tiap tahun pelajaran baru apalagi pake meninggalkan sahabat lama, yang ga ngedeketin gue cuma kalo lagi butuh doang. Gue butuh suasana belajar yang ceria, bukannya yang malah bikin gue jadi makin tertekan dari hari ke hari. Gue butuh temen-temen sekelas yang bisa ngocol, bukan yang individualisme. Dan terutama gue butuh &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;NADIRA RACHMIANTI HARTANTO&lt;/span&gt;. Lo mesti tau Nad, banyak banget masalah sejak lo pergi. Gue nggak sanggup Nad, gue nggak sanggup........................................................ (eyak cocoknya yang kayak begini sambil nangis di depan kuburan sambil meluk-meluk nisan yee. Wkwk) Tapi sumpah deh gue ga sabar Nad nunggu tanggal 31 Oktober. Udah nanti kita bakal jalan sama lo, ditraktir pula! Kurang nikmat apa coba dunia (pada hari itu)? Wuikikiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmmmh sejujurnya gue amat sangat menyesal, kenapa waktu itu gue dituker kelasnya sama Adyz. Dari yang harusnya di 9C jadi masuk ke 9A. Padahal ya kalo gue jadi di 9C gue bakal sekelas 3 taun berturut-turut sama &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Kevin Anis Ardan Kezia Reza Adhika Ais&lt;/span&gt;. Sementara di 9A??? Satu-satunya anak yang sekelas 3 taun berturut-turut sama gue cuman &lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;Reyhan&lt;/span&gt;! Jujur gue sangat menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di 9A ini juga nyaris nggak ada anak yang bisa bikin gue ngakak sampe jempalitan seperti layaknya &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;Chosy Ivar Ozan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di 8C dulu. Sebagian besar anaknya gila belajar, sebagian lagi pilih-pilih temen, dan sebagian lagi nyolot tak terkira tanpa maksud bercanda. Ada juga yang gila mencontek dan akan terus memaki apabila yang diconteknya tidak mau memberikan apa yang dia inginkan. &lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Oh friend, what an asshole boy you are. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oya dan satu lagi............................ di kelas 9 ini tag-an foto gue di Facebook jadi turun drastis gara-gara gue kagak sekelas ama &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;Ninis Ozan&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh they're such approriate answers if you ask how to increase your photos ini Facebook fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang kalo lagi di kelas, gue cuma bisa ngerasa seneng kalo mojok di belakang sama &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Bella Tahta Ferbian&lt;/span&gt; dan terkadang &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt;. Mereka asik dan nyambung sama gue, baik itu dalam hal ngobrol, ngocol, ataupun nyolot-nyolotan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But however, I'm still missing these moments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuPkCZpVCFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/90IacqMMW8M/s1600-h/6495_1143233694979_1051564484_30405710_5114614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuPkCZpVCFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/90IacqMMW8M/s320/6495_1143233694979_1051564484_30405710_5114614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuP0wTGXJkI/AAAAAAAAASY/j886CerNDng/s1600-h/n1058155749_30146990_4056391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuP0wTGXJkI/AAAAAAAAASY/j886CerNDng/s320/n1058155749_30146990_4056391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWoYQPoteI/AAAAAAAAATI/Gu5XojMqAJE/s1600-h/n1539147445_166796_5494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWoYQPoteI/AAAAAAAAATI/Gu5XojMqAJE/s320/n1539147445_166796_5494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE WHOLE INHABITANTS OF PEACE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuPiTIDqojI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JCww6iwr6Jw/s1600-h/230420092126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuPiTIDqojI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JCww6iwr6Jw/s320/230420092126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWpjetTfTI/AAAAAAAAATY/YrEM23mDA94/s1600-h/4494_1092327200769_1604210592_211064_7622706_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;pas classmeeting semester satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWt_pWa8GI/AAAAAAAAATw/fDV8hPFzuOA/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWt_pWa8GI/AAAAAAAAATw/fDV8hPFzuOA/s320/DSC00919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hihi everybody loves meeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWwFXlhvzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FqC-pwfvYYQ/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWwFXlhvzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FqC-pwfvYYQ/s320/DSC01389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWygYL45yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ghWAkhwkJeg/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWygYL45yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ghWAkhwkJeg/s320/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWzOTRRDmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eDR27cpCyuk/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuWzOTRRDmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eDR27cpCyuk/s320/DSC01399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mengocol seisi perpus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW0HeEDFKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vfMv23QbNNE/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW0HeEDFKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vfMv23QbNNE/s320/DSC01406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW2sE48REI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3ZrwxN21J48/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW2sE48REI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3ZrwxN21J48/s320/DSC01444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3C9kRjqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bH-FKQhaX6c/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3C9kRjqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bH-FKQhaX6c/s320/DSC01536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bentuk kreatifitas mereka dalam mengisi pelajaran kosong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3ObpWYVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S-4a1afkh9g/s1600-h/n1179744919_30131928_4877793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3ObpWYVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S-4a1afkh9g/s320/n1179744919_30131928_4877793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Di balik layar sebelum membaca puisi buat B. Indo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3tH7_piI/AAAAAAAAAU4/j-m0ywDqUSE/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW3tH7_piI/AAAAAAAAAU4/j-m0ywDqUSE/s320/DSC02221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kabel-kabel dan laptop-laptop inilah yang membuat Al-Azhar 8 JHS jadi juara 3 lomba B. Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW4IRH2WlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mzrsUAd9rlk/s1600-h/n1058155749_30175997_1245535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW4IRH2WlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mzrsUAd9rlk/s320/n1058155749_30175997_1245535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan berikut adalah saat-saat olahraga yang selalu dijadikan ajang narsiss para kaum hawa....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW4f46zFiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kiDvo9PcHK0/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW4f46zFiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kiDvo9PcHK0/s320/DSC00681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW45KU6VJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PZZSYck-b7I/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW45KU6VJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PZZSYck-b7I/s320/DSC00082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5AWLNwuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RelmfcSgDVY/s1600-h/n1058155749_30184672_3782005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5AWLNwuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RelmfcSgDVY/s320/n1058155749_30184672_3782005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5LuNceqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/83xavl2EWKM/s1600-h/n1058155749_30184733_2637772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5LuNceqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/83xavl2EWKM/s320/n1058155749_30184733_2637772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5gOsUbzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ewQjGCKqDhQ/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW5gOsUbzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ewQjGCKqDhQ/s320/DSC01522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buber di Simpur yang terasa begitu kilat!&lt;/i&gt; (tapi ga pake geledek -,-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW52SFEF_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/7GSW3vD2bLU/s1600-h/10220_1140053415693_1058155749_30357471_3608450_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW52SFEF_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/7GSW3vD2bLU/s320/10220_1140053415693_1058155749_30357471_3608450_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6CytqMmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/USaEZFcyldI/s1600-h/10220_1140129617598_1058155749_30357721_1240733_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6CytqMmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/USaEZFcyldI/s320/10220_1140129617598_1058155749_30357721_1240733_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6KF4NY4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/WRjnPQsBIm4/s1600-h/10220_1140053335691_1058155749_30357469_7115906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6KF4NY4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/WRjnPQsBIm4/s320/10220_1140053335691_1058155749_30357469_7115906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Garin (biru), yang selalu bilang kalo dia rindu ngamuk ke gue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6aIfO-VI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zJ7bDL7gMqI/s1600-h/10220_1140664470969_1058155749_30358774_8312324_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6aIfO-VI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zJ7bDL7gMqI/s320/10220_1140664470969_1058155749_30358774_8312324_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the thing that I miss the most from 8C, &lt;b&gt;NADIRAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6ohiQZjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/B-TjEfiMNio/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW6ohiQZjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/B-TjEfiMNio/s320/DSC00942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wuakakaka love you too Nad ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW7A3DYAdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rN3SLjaKQ-A/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW7A3DYAdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rN3SLjaKQ-A/s320/DSC01792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW7Hr2J1oI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HPlGKQm2qVE/s1600-h/n1058155749_30176128_2705131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuW7Hr2J1oI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HPlGKQm2qVE/s320/n1058155749_30176128_2705131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mesum? Selalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;8C, YOU REALLY REALLY MAKE ME WANNA GO BACK TO THE PAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3033374635087297432-8557938582959764124?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8557938582959764124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8557938582959764124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8557938582959764124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8557938582959764124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-missing-too-many-things.html' title='I&apos;m Missing Too Many Things'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SuPkCZpVCFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/90IacqMMW8M/s72-c/6495_1143233694979_1051564484_30405710_5114614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4322665043149580349</id><published>2009-10-24T23:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:15:14.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'>Yang Lebih Baik? Yang Lebih Brengsek Banyak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apa yang kurang dari dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah saya menemukan yang lebih baik daripada dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah keluar kata-kata yang tidak sepatutnya dari mulut dia, baik untuk kawannya ataupun untuk saya sendiri seperti remaja laki-laki lain pada umumnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia menuntut saya dengan segala kemauan dia yang buat saya tersiksa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia membiarkan saya merasa jatuh terpuruk dan ditinggalkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia memaksakan egonya terhadap saya demi keinginannya semata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia berkata kalau dia jenuh dengan saya karena jarang ada kesempatan untuk saling komunikasi satu sama lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia mengekang saya dari teman-teman lawan jenis saya yang lainnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia bersikap tak acuh saat saya sedang&amp;nbsp; menangis dan merasa seperti orang yang paling menderita di dunia ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia berhenti bersabar ketika saya menjadikan dia sebagai tempat pelampiasan kemarahan saya yang sesungguhnya sama sekali bukan diakibatkan oleh dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia balas menyakiti saya setiap kali saya sedang buat dia sakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah dia bilang kalau dia berhenti menyayangi saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apakah dia menghibur dan memberi solusi untuk saya setiap kali saya dilanda masalah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apakah dia bersikap maklum setiap HP saya disita yang sebenarnya bukan merupakan kemauan saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apakah dia sering mengalah demi meladeni keegoisan saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apakah dia selalu berusaha menyenangkan saya dan menjaga perasaan saya agar tidak kecewa akan dirinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya, selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apa dia benar-benar tulus mencintai saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saya harap ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kalau begitu seharusnya saya bersyukur karena saya punya dia. Karena dia selalu ada di sisi saya. Karena dia selalu berusaha untuk ada buat saya, walaupun ada jarak di antara kita yang sebetulnya tidak terlampau jauh, namun sungguh sukar bagi kita untuk saling mengontak satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayangnya............ &lt;b&gt;saya tidaklah pantas untuk dia&lt;/b&gt;. Saya hina jika dibandingkan dengan dia. Dia pantas mendapatkan yang jauh lebih baik daripada saya, yang jauh lebih memiliki hati daripada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4322665043149580349?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4322665043149580349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4322665043149580349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4322665043149580349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4322665043149580349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/yang-lebih-baik-yang-lebih-brengsek.html' title='Yang Lebih Baik? Yang Lebih Brengsek Banyak'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2418961332159811663</id><published>2009-10-24T23:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:15:31.593+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen article'/><title type='text'>A Lot Harder Than You Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;GAME RULES: Using only song names from &lt;b&gt;ONE ARTIST&lt;/b&gt;, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pick Your Artist :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #bf9000; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hero/Heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe yourself :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Real Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you feel about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I Told You So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe where you currently live :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;On Top of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your favorite form of transportation :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your best friend is :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your favorite color is :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;gt; coba lo lagi liat warna baju gue sekarang maksudnya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite time of day :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Me, You, and My Medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is life to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The Great Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What time is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Five Minutes to Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the best advice you have to give?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;She's Got A Boyfriend Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(hyakaka buat yang masih ngarepin cewek yang udah punya pacar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your favorite food is :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Chemicals Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought for the Day :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Heart Heart Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How you would like to die :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Kill Me in A Record Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your soul's present condition :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Broken Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite quotes :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Two is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it's so much more complicated than you think. Needs such a long time to finish it, specially if you're weak in thinking&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (baca : LEMOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copy it as much as you want! I pass it free for everybody. Just for making you busy and forgetting your problems for a while like what I'm doing right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2418961332159811663?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2418961332159811663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2418961332159811663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2418961332159811663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2418961332159811663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/lot-harder-than-you-think.html' title='A Lot Harder Than You Think'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5771446035974724293</id><published>2009-10-22T22:18:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:05:06.921+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Siapa yang Lebih Pantas untuk Malu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini semua gara-gara try out Bahasa Indonesia hari ini, yang membuat anak-anak Beglano &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(eh jadi ini kaga sih nama angkatan kita?)&lt;/span&gt; jadi pada pulang jam setengah 5, dari jadwal biasa yang seharusnya "cuma" sampe jam setengah 3. Dan parahnya, ini terus berlaku pada setiap hari Kamis selama kelas 9! Ow em jeeeeehh lu kira gue Miss Incredible tiap Kamis harus sekolah, try out, terus biola ampe magrib???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auwkeyh back to the main topic. Jadi gue mau ngebahas pengalaman gue di TU tadi pas pulang sekolah yang amat erat kaitannya dengan kemaluan.&lt;br /&gt;Hei, janganlah berpikir cabul dulu, kawan. Maksud gue, "kemaluan" itu adalah "perasaan malu" yang tadi gue rasakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi gini. Tadi baru aja selesai try out, gue mau minta dijemput ke orang rumah. Tapi alangkah melasnya karena temen-temen gue ga ada yang bermodal bawa HP satupun. Eh ada sih itu si Anita Ozawa, tapi kasian udah dipinjem duluan ama Amorrimiyabi dan Maria Syarafina. Pulsanya lagi culsen katanya. Yaudah gue pun memutuskan buat nelpon di TU (gedung baru) sekolah gue. Sebelum nelpon gue izin dulu kan tuh ke mas-mas TU-nya (baru loh mirip-mirip Sir Parna gitu). Dia ngebolehin. So dengan riang gue pun mengangkat gagang telpon. Gue mencet nomer telpon rumah gue berkali-kali tapi selalu udah bunyi tut-tut-tut duluan sebelum digit terakhirnya gue pencet. Pas gue nanya ke si mas TU-nya, dia nyengir sambil bilang kalo mau nelpon keluar harus pake angka 9 dulu depannya. O iya yaa jadi inget dulu pas gue nginep di &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hotel Grand Hyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; juga kayak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah telpon diangkat oleh orang dari ujung sebrang sana, gue spontan shock. Abisnya di rumah gue perasaan kagak ada dah orang yang suaranya kayak tante-tante begitu. Adanya paling adek gue yang suaranya masih diimut-imutin ato nyokap gue yang suaranya emang kayak emak-emak pada umumnya. Kebetulan di sebelah kanan gue ada Rana yang ngantre butuh jasa pertelponan TU juga. Gue langsung nutup gagang telponnya, terus ngomong ke Rana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;G : Gue&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;R : Rana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Ran masa tadi suara orang yang ngangkat telponnya asing banget di kuping gue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"&gt;R : Hah? Lagi congekan kali kuping lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Ahelaaaah serius! Gapake udah bubar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"&gt;R : Oh ada mbak baru paling Kir di rumah lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;G : Eh iya juga ya? Gue coba lagi ah &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(tampang-tampang &lt;i&gt;fight without surrender&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah itu gue pun sekali lagi ngangkat gagang telpon. Wuw emezziiiing! Suara si tante-tante tadi itu masih ada! Dia masih mengharapkan suara gue untuk melanjutkan kembali pembicaraan di telpon itu ternyata. Yaudah terus gue asal nyerocos aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;G : Gue&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;SPST : Sang Pemilik Suara Tante-tante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Haloh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Iyaa ini siapa yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Ehhhh ini Kirana. Ibu Agi-nya ada nggak ya? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(itu nama nyokap gue gausah pake ngatain nyet. Takutnya kalo gue bilang "Mama" ntar orangnya kagak ngerti lagi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Oh ada-ada bentar yah &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(tukutukutuk dia pun manggilin orang yang gue pikir adalah nyokap gue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperempat detik berlalu. Delapan perduabelas detik berlalu. Dua puluh enam per dua puluh tujuh detik berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oke, cukup berhitungnya. Pokoknya sekitar detik ketiga puluh kali ya &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(berdasarkan ilmu kira-kira) &lt;/span&gt;si SPST kembali lagi dan ia berbicara lagi dengan gue melalui telpon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Wah, ibunya lagi di kamar mandi tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Berpikir nyokap gue paling sedang asik "nyetor" di kamar mandi seperti biasa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Ada perlu apa emang ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Mmmmm, aku mau pulang nih Mbak. Kira-kira naik apa ya? Ojek ato dijemput? Ini Kirana, anaknya Ibu Agi, Mbak. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Hah? Nyari Ibu &lt;b&gt;HAJI &lt;/b&gt;siapa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Lah? Ini rumahnya Ibu &lt;b&gt;AGI &lt;/b&gt;kan? Ini anaknya, Mbak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;SPST : Oh maaf salah sambung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haaah mampuak lah beta!&lt;/span&gt; Terus gue nyoba nelpon lagi kan ke rumah dengan angka 9 di depannya dan diikuti oleh nomer telepon rumah gue. Tokcer bow! Haha suara nyokap gue (yang asli) yang terdengar saaaaaaaaangat familiar dan akrab di kuping gue pun menyahut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;G : Gue&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;N : Nyokap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;G : Ma, Kirana dijemput yaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: justify;"&gt;N : Ocey Mbak Iroh ke sana ya di tempat biasaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anjir. Hanya untuk memperoleh kata-kata sesimpel itu butuh perjuangan bermenit-menit di dalam ruangan TU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sesudahnya, gue pun nyusul Amor Distria Nita yang lagi pada duduk di sofa di lobby (gedung baru) sekolah gue. Gue ceritain kan tuh kesialan gue pas nelpon di TU. Setelah mereka puas ngakak akan ketololan gue yang tidak disengaja itu, tiba-tiba Nita memberitahukan sesuatu yang bikin gue naik pitam komplikasi dengan darah tinggi dan idung kembang kempis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anita Ozawa : Errrrrr, Kir? Tadi sebelom try out lo yang minjem hp gue buat SMS emak lo kan yaa? Ehehe emak lo sebenernya udah bales SMS lo dari tadii. Katanya lo disuruh pulang naik ojek aja biar ga ribet, Kir. Hehe. Ehehe. WUEHEHEHEHE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aih senangnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa jadi gue yang punya sahabat yang superduperzuper puinterrrrrr kayak lau, Nit. Emmuach! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tapi menurut lo yang harus malu itu siapa sih? Gue, selaku yang menelepon? Atau SPST yang udah pake manggil-manggil si Ibu Haji segala? Atau harusnya Rana, yang udah bikin malu gue di depan orang TU? Ataukah Nita, yang dengan polosnya berkata bahwa ternyata gue udah disuruh pulang naik ojek sebelumnya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3033374635087297432-5771446035974724293?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5771446035974724293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5771446035974724293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5771446035974724293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5771446035974724293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/siapa-yang-lebih-pantas-untuk-malu.html' title='Siapa yang Lebih Pantas untuk Malu?'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2038394818055935195</id><published>2009-10-21T21:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:59:01.419+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Hei Kau yang Dulu Pernah Menjadi Obsesiku, Ke Manakah Engkau Kini Menguap?</title><content type='html'>Setelah tadi sedikit bersenang hati karena kedatangan Aristo ke Kemang Pratama buat ketemu gue, malem ini gue rasa adalah waktu yang tepat untuk merenung. Kita harus membagi waktu dengan adil bukan? Ada waktunya diapelin, ada waktunya merenung. Tergantung apa aja yang harus lo bagi dalam suatu waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Ah terlalu banyak bacot. Gue ga mau jempol gue nanti jadi pada kapalan semua padahal gue masih belom ngetik renungan yang seharusnya mau gue ketik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Menulis&lt;/span&gt;. Oh ya, gue rasa ini adalah salah satu hal yang (seharusnya) menjadi &lt;i&gt;passion&lt;/i&gt; gue. Ini adalah satu-satunya bakat gue yang nggak terpendam. Atau mungkin emang ini my one and my only talent? Uhm I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, gue bisa dibilang gila menulis.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, gue udah kayak profesor &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ehm. siapa yaaa yg pingin jadi profesor? Wuakakaka canda ya to)&lt;/span&gt; sinting, yang akan menjadi buas kalau sampai diganggu pas lagi asik-asiknya ngutak-ngutik mikroskopnya.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, pulpen sama notes kecil ga akan bisa keluar dari tas gue. Bahkan sempet beberapa kali pulpen di dalem kantong celana gue nyaris kecuci sama mbak di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, temen-temen gue sampe pada ngantri cuma buat baca hasil karya corat-coret tangan gue.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, guru Bahasa Indonesia SD gue hampir selalu nunjuk gue buat segala urusan yang ada hubungannya dengan tulis menulis. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(tanpa bermaksud membanggakan diri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DULU, mau cerpen, novel, cerbung, puisi, bahkan pantun sekalipun, semua gue jabanin.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, hal yang sepele kayak nama temen gue ada yang salah disebut ama guru aja sampe gue catet di buku harian gue.&lt;br /&gt;DULU, dalem setaun gue bisa ngabisin 3 buku harian dan semuanya terisi penuh ama curhatan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEKARANG? Haha sangat sungkan untuk menjawabnya. Jangankan untuk mencurahkan ide di atas secarik kertas, mendapatkan ide buat dicurahkan aja sama sekali udah nggak pernah terbesit di benak gue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa ya yang ngebuat hal yang seharusnya menjadi passion gue ini jadi memudar? Hm, kalau dibiarin terus lama-lama hobi yang satu ini bakal hilang selamanya tanpa jejak setetespun dari otak gue.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, tetapi pertengkaran gue ama nyokap 3 hari yang lalu bikin pikiran gue jadi lebih terbuka. Sebenernya bukan cuma 3 hari yang lalu sih, emang udah sering sih berantemnya. Tapi yang 3 hari lalu itu jauh lebih nyadarin gue, ngebuka mata hati gue.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gue menyia-nyiakan apa yang gue punya? Kenapa gue tiba-tiba mengacuhkan &lt;i&gt;gift&lt;/i&gt; dari Allah? Apa yang buat gue berubah? Ke mana semua impian gue dulu buat jadi penulis? Ke mana menguapnya hasrat gue buat senantiasa berkawan dengan pena dan kertas? Ada yang sudi menjawab? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya semalem gue melakukan Googling dengan keyword 'lomba mengarang remaja 2009'. Lalu hasil search yang paling atas adalah sebuah blog dengan address http://www.ajangkompetisi.com . Wuw dan setelah gue buka, isinya lengkap dengan informasi tentang lomba-lomba terbaru! Mata gue pun dengan teliti jelalatan untuk memilah mana lomba yang kira-kira bisa gue ikutin. Pas nyampe di artikel keempat dari atas, ada artikel tentang lomba mengarang cerpen yang diadain sama Majalah Kawanku. Jelaslah gue interest banget. Gue baca kan tuh syarat-syaratnya. Gampang kok, segampang A B C D. Tema bebas. Boleh kirim via e-mail. Umur gue juga pas. Deadline-nya masih sampai hari akhir di tahun 2009 ini. Hadiahnya lumayan.&lt;br /&gt;Lantas?&lt;br /&gt;Oke, di situ tertulis "&lt;b&gt;Bagi para peserta harap mengisi data diri pada form di bawah ini dan dikirimkan ke alamat atau e-mail Majalah Kawanku.&lt;/b&gt;" Padahal di bawah artikel itu sama sekali nggak tercium apapun yang berbau form. Gue akhirnya ngisi chat box-nya dan nanya di mana gue bisa dapetin form itu tapi sampe sekarang si mas admin-nya masih belom ngebales. Ow &lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/strike&gt;. Betapa banyak kepahitan menyesakkan dalam hidupku ini.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gue minta solusi ke nyokap kan. Tak tergambarkan begitu inginnya gue ikut lomba itu. Tapi apa gunanya udah nulis cakep-cakep terus ditolak gara-gara gue ga ngisi form-nya? Padahal emang website-nya aja yang mungkin pas copas tuh data pikirannya lagi menggerayang, jadi form data dirinya lupa dia copas juga. Ck hadeh hadeh. Terus nyokap gue bilang, udah yang penting gue bikin cerpennya dulu. Soal form sialan itu mah urusan belakangan. Kalo ternyata karya gue jelek dan ditolak sih wajar. Tapi kalo ditolak gara-gara ga ada form padahal hasil tulisan gue punya peluang buat menang, berarti emang bukan rejeki gue. Wakaka agree nyok (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine, I have to finish the short story that I started yesterday. Gue ga boleh berhenti di tengah jalan, ato stuck in the middle (lagi). Gue harus konsisten dan fokus sama apa yang gue pinginin. And pleeeeeeeasseeee Path Stepers, wish me luck ya! Bukan cuma wish me buat jadi winner aja. Kalo gue ternyata menang, whoa itu mah bonus. Tapi yang penting doain gue moga-moga cerpennya bisa gue selesain sebaik mungkin. Jangan sampe niat gue kandas tiba-tiba. Amin ya Rabbal 'alamin ya Allah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2038394818055935195?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2038394818055935195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2038394818055935195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2038394818055935195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2038394818055935195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/hei-kau-yang-dulu-pernah-menjadi.html' title='Hei Kau yang Dulu Pernah Menjadi Obsesiku, Ke Manakah Engkau Kini Menguap?'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8067686112849112908</id><published>2009-10-21T00:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:16:00.586+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY HALF-YEAR ANNIVERSARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Aristo &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Khans&lt;/span&gt;Ahmad &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Haryad&lt;/span&gt;Isnawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzamrEX8uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z6v9hacgT_0/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzamrEX8uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z6v9hacgT_0/s320/100_1296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzbP-jpIrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Dp5JNNXlpb4/s320/Photo0406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzbaDGFvNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qwGu_wMlWiI/s1600-h/Photo0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzbaDGFvNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qwGu_wMlWiI/s320/Photo0395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzcqfZMb6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/eVuwwkHbHkc/s1600-h/100_1379+modified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzcqfZMb6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/eVuwwkHbHkc/s320/100_1379+modified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzcvhWon1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/en2Nti4WEas/s1600-h/93_1096941715835_1595394223_30232492_327194_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzcvhWon1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/en2Nti4WEas/s320/93_1096941715835_1595394223_30232492_327194_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Thank you for being my guardian during this 6 months. You bright my life, you paint my heart, you make everything seems so close to be perfect. I'm always having great moments whenever we are together, you know. I admire you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I know we were not released from problems, anger, or heartache, but I hope we will be more mature and do more understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;I am really really sorry if I cannot be a perfect girlfriend as perfect as you want, but I'm gonna always try to. Sorry if I've hurt and made you disappointed many times, but you always try to make me happy instead. You desserve to get the best and I'll do my best only for you. Also huge sorry because it was so difficult for you to contact me almost all the time. Sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I believe we still have a long long road ahead to go, Ito. Do not ever leave or betray me yaaa. You mean so much for me. So glad I found you, I love being around you. I wish our love for each other won't decrease whatever happens until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WITH GREAT AND UNBREAKABLE LOVE,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Kirana Khansa Haryadi &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, EVEN BIGGER THAN YOU KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8067686112849112908?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8067686112849112908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8067686112849112908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8067686112849112908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8067686112849112908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-half-year-anniversary-for-kiran.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StzamrEX8uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z6v9hacgT_0/s72-c/100_1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8386107384526796254</id><published>2009-10-18T09:47:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:03:42.683+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>TREASURES</title><content type='html'>Setelah sekian lama berkutat dan bergulat dengan soal-soal UTS, kemaren kan akhirnya gue berkesempatan ngubek-ngubek film-film yang gue punya (dan yg gue pinjem) yaa. Hhhh padahal hari senin masih ada sih Geografi ama Agama yg nyangkut ditaronya di akhir, tumben-tumbenan. Eh tapi sebelom mengungkap treasures-nya gue mau pamer nilai UTS gue dulu ah yg hasilnya udah keluar :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;82,5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;gt; cuman 20% di angkatan gue yang lulus bow puarah tenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;96&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Arabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Sport&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;86&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;gt; untung gurunya Pak Rifa'i, kalo ama Bu Cici nilai segini kagak lulus nih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Civilization&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;76&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; 84&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; 82 93 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-&amp;gt; sumpah gue ga puas banget ama nilai ni atu rasanya ngegantung gimanaaaa gitu ck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;TIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; 78 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-&amp;gt; jiranjiranjirrr satu-satunya nilai gue yang remed!!!!!!! coba gue bener 1 soal lagiiiiiiii aja kan jadi kaga harus bersusah fayah ikut remed hhhh tulul emang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; 90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah not too bad lah ya walopun Fisika-nya waktu itu gue udah pede banget bakal dapet 98 lah minimal (hah imagination) dan totally shocked pas taunya cuma dapet nilai 1 poin di atas KKM -_________________________________________-''' oke cukup mulut gue ga sepanjang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wanna talk about the treasures that I found! wuw dijamin bisa bikin mata seger dan jadi penyemangat harimu! Sebagian ada yg gue temuin kemaren tapi ada juga yg udah lama nempel di ati gue sih wuikikikiw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ALEX PETTYFER &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpaiDMNUsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4OUfYBicSCY/s1600-h/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpaiDMNUsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4OUfYBicSCY/s320/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;itu loooohh yg main di Wild Child. Tatapan matanya seksi yah, coba sekarang dia lagi natap gue sambil terpesona gitu...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STERLING KNIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpkRpKdnII/AAAAAAAAAOI/bQEScdj_msA/s1600-h/sterling_knight_5304325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpkRpKdnII/AAAAAAAAAOI/bQEScdj_msA/s320/sterling_knight_5304325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ada yang tau dia main di film apaaaaaa? hihi dia yg jadi anaknya Mike di film 17 Again. Kalo gue mah daripada ngeliatin Jekepron yg mukanya ngebosenin, mending anaknya aja deh. Tapi emang oke punya kan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADAM GREGORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpuhwReXAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MTcG2SNGzrc/s1600-h/Adam-Gregory-780126-607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpuhwReXAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MTcG2SNGzrc/s320/Adam-Gregory-780126-607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Komplikasi Tom Welling ama Freddie Highmore gini ya? HAHA MAKANYA CAKEUBHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JEREMY SUMPTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpvkpPNhzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l1GAPt27Ojc/s1600-h/jeremysumpter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpvkpPNhzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l1GAPt27Ojc/s320/jeremysumpter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;wkwk gue berusaha nyari film Peter Pan di antara ribuan film nyokap gue cuma demi bisa ngeliat mukanya si ganteng satu ini! Abis siangnya Distria ama Amor ngomongin film Peter Pan sih gue kan jadi kangen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATT LANTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StplVkczTWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mo-nEOt4_Qk/s1600-h/matt-lanter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StplVkczTWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mo-nEOt4_Qk/s320/matt-lanter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tampan? Jelas laaaaah. Tapi sayangnya dia main di Disaster Movie sih jadi geuleuh gua. Haha tapi bodo ah yg penting enak diliat (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then......... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDREW SEELEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp7g7hGY0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bZYrlfxngw0/s1600-h/Premiere%2BWarner%2BPremiere%2BAnother%2BCinderella%2BlXEO0UoKeXBl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp7g7hGY0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bZYrlfxngw0/s320/Premiere%2BWarner%2BPremiere%2BAnother%2BCinderella%2BlXEO0UoKeXBl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang pake jas lho yee bukan yang coklat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAVID GALLAGHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp8kNneNfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BgcE1vSjDe8/s1600-h/DavidGallagh_DeGuire_10057274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp8kNneNfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BgcE1vSjDe8/s320/DavidGallagh_DeGuire_10057274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia yg main jadi David di Little Secrets barengan ama Evan Rachel Wood. Sutradaranya kaga kreatif bet ye nama tokohnya dinamain sama ama nama asli aktornya wakaka. Tapi sekarang gedenya mukanya jadi agak aneh dikit ah kebetulan aja ini gue dapet yg paling mantep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOSH DUHAMEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp-Vw_0lYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EY7NM3bSKQk/s1600-h/josh-duhamel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp-Vw_0lYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EY7NM3bSKQk/s320/josh-duhamel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kalo yang ini sih pasti gue punya banyak saingan yeeee haha siapa zyyyh yg gatau dia? Itu loh si Captain Lennox. Asik banget ya pasti jadi Fergie punya suami yg mukanya kayak gini. Ah tapi calon suami gue juga ga kalah ganteng kok!!! :'P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last treasure is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL CERA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp_TNq-YpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b5CLJLGPN64/s1600-h/cera-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Stp_TNq-YpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b5CLJLGPN64/s320/cera-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya amfyoeeeeen cute banget deh ya ih jadi gemeuzhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah selera gue okz bangget kan? Ahuahauah apalagi selera gue buat sehari-hari. Itu tuhhh si &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayikto yang manis nan ganteng nan imut nan seksi nan perkasa pula ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhh jadi kangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeeeeeyh deh, didawh PathStepers! Mau belajar Geo dulu nih &lt;strike&gt;ck tapi udah ga niat bet deh sumfeeeeeeeeeh&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8386107384526796254?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8386107384526796254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8386107384526796254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8386107384526796254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8386107384526796254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/treasures.html' title='TREASURES'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/StpaiDMNUsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4OUfYBicSCY/s72-c/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8705828805227655608</id><published>2009-10-16T22:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:20:56.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>Alay? Serendah Itukah Mereka?</title><content type='html'>Huah gagal total deh yaaaa rencana gue buat no days without posting-nya. Kenyataannya takdir berkata lain tuh. Apa boleh dikata, HP tiada, laptop disergap, betapa diriku merana. Walaupun alhasil semua itu berbuah cukup ranum! Hihi yaaa seenggaknya sejauh ini UTS gue nggak ada yg remed lah. Moga-moga emang semua nilai gue lulus dengan nilai yg terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem kali ini, gue mau ngerespon tentang salah satu artikel blog temen gue. Blog itu belakangan ini jadi pemotivasi dan juga penghibur gue, karena isinya emang beda banget dari yg lain. Gue salut sama penulis blog itu. Isi pikirannya bener-bener outsider banget (dalam arti positif tentunya). Gue tau blog dia dari salah satu temen gue yg lainnya beberapa hari yg lalu. Waktu itu kita lagi ngomongin soal ALAY gitu kan ya gara-gara gue make gelang dari senar biola yg udah putus terus temen gue itu nganggep gaya gue ALAY (hem padahal gue rasa gelang gue itu lebih cocok disebut perwujudan dari kreatifitas gue yg jauh lebih berguna daripada gue ngebuang senar itu yg harga satuannya udah lima puluh ribuan). Terus temen gue itu jadi inget kalo ada blog salah satu temen SD gue yg pernah membahas soal ALAY yg isinya so diiiiiiiiph banget. Yang ada di pikiran gue waktu itu dengan 'so deep' adalah, paling isinya kalo nggak menghina, melecehkan, yaaaa paling tentang "betapa rendahnya mereka yg ALAY dan betapa elegannya kami yg golongan kelas satu".&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata setelah malemnya gue browsing dan brusaha nyari blog temen SD gue itu lewat beberapa jaringan dan tidak lupa melewatkan fasilitas googling, perkiraan gue pada siang harinya tadi SALAH BESAR. Isi blog itu tidak membela ALAY, juga tidak mengelu-elukan pembrantasan ALAY atau apalah namanya. Melainkan dia menuliskan betapa malangnya mereka para ALAY, karena kenyataannya mereka bahkan tak tahu bahwa ada sebuah golongan yg disebut ALAY dan bahwa itu adalah kaca dari diri mereka, kata orang golongan atas. Gue setuju banget sama isi blog temen gue itu, kalo ALAY itu cuma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terlambat&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak diberi kesempatan untuk mencicipi apa yg disebut dengan 9aH03Lz&lt;/span&gt;, jadi mereka hanya bisa menikmati sisa dari kealayan yg sebenarnya pernah dialami oleh sebagian besar orang golongan atas.&lt;br /&gt;Emangnya apa yg salah dengan ALAY? Karena tulisan mereka? Karena gaya rambut mereka? Karena image mereka yg tidak pantas untuk berjalan-jalan di mal Jakarta dan tempat main yg cocok untuk mereka cuma sebatas di pinggiran kota? Karena mereka pergi membeli kaos-kaos dgn harga dua puluh ribu tiga, alih-alih di butik-butik terkemuka seperti tempat golongan kelas atas membeli pakaian?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue lebih pingin membahas ALAY dari segi tulisan mereka. Kalopun yg selama ini dipermasalahkan adalah tulisan mereka, terus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apa hubungannya dengan mereka yg menganggap diri mereka GAUL&lt;/span&gt;? Bisa bikin sakit mata? Bukannya mereka yg GAUL itu biasanya terdiri dari mereka yg latar belakang ekonominya mapan? Seharusnya Insto di apotik ato membayar jasa dokter mata bukan sesuatu yg mahal bagi mereka yg GAUL. Dan emang dampak dari tulisan mereka (baca : ALAY) yg 53pERt! iN1 benar-benar selebay itu? Bahkan tak ada penelitian yg menyebutkan bahwa retina seseorang menjadi payah gara-gara membaca tulisan ALAY.&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gue pribadi, orang-orang yg merasa diri mereka GAUL dan membenci orang-orang ALAY itu hanyalah tidak ingin keluar dari zona eksklusif mereka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mereka merasa modern &lt;/span&gt;karena mereka telah keluar dari zona alay yg bisa dibilang sebagai masa lalu mereka. Atau mungkin juga ada yg terbawa arus pertemanan, keluar dari zona alay dan bergabung di zona gaul dan kemudian melecehkan zona asal mereka tersebut. Dan menurut gue juga, biasanya orang-orang yg menganggap dirinya GAUL dan yg di luar sana adalah ALAY itu merupakan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orang-orang yang tidak berwawasan luas&lt;/span&gt;. Orang yg pintar pasti memiliki urusan lain yang lebih penting daripada sekedar membenci dan memaki para alay. Kalaupun ada yg beralasan mereka nggak suka gaya alay yg sok akrab, memangnya semua bisa digeneralisasi seperti itu? Wow betapa apatisnya opini itu! Bukannya itu malah menunjukkan bahwa ALAY yg sok akrab itu jauh lebih bisa bergaul dan supel daripada orang-orang GAUL yg cenderung menutup diri dari ALAY?&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke pepatah lama yg pasti popular di semua kalangan, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't judge the book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its cover&lt;/span&gt; itu tidak hanya berarti wajahnya yg cantik atau tampangnya yang bringasan. Menilai seseorang hanya dari segi ALAY apa tidaknya itu pun juga termasuk men-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judge by its cover&lt;/span&gt; kan? Siapa yg bisa menjamin orang GAUL itu memiliki isi otak yg lebih berbobot daripada mereka yg dianggap ALAY? Seperti gue bilang tadi, biasanya orang-orang yg merasa GAUL itu adalah mereka yg memiliki pandangan sempit. Juga orang-orang yg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suka ikut campur urusan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;. Orang yang mereka anggap ALAY itu bisa jadi memiliki tingkat kecerdasan dan kreatifitas yg jauh di atas mereka! Bahkan jika apa yg disebut karma itu ada, mungkin di masa depan nanti orang-orang ALAY itu akan memiliki kedudukan yg lebih tinggi daripada mereka yg GAUL. Karena pastinya orang dewasa punya urusan yg jauh lebih urgent daripada memilah-milih pegawai perusahaan berdasarkan keALAYan kan?&lt;br /&gt;Pernah gue ngobrol ama temen gue dan obrolan singkat itu bisa jadi obrolan berjam-jam sama nyokap gue di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;K : Gue, X : Temen 1, Y : Temen 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X : Kir, lo mau SMA di mana?&lt;br /&gt;K : TN dooong. Kalo nggak negeri lah&lt;br /&gt;Y : Oh nggak nyoba Al-Azhar?&lt;br /&gt;K : Nggak boleh ama nyokap. Lagian bosen gue di Al-Azhar&lt;br /&gt;X : Negeri mana? Bekasi?&lt;br /&gt;K : Iya lah ngapain jauh-jauh ke Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;Y : Idih mending Al-Azhar ke mana-mana lah Kir daripada negeri Bekasi!&lt;br /&gt;K : Kenapa emang?&lt;br /&gt;X : Yaaa nanti lo gaulnya ama anak-anak alay dong...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K : Gue, L : Temen gue&lt;br /&gt;K : Eh kok lo udah gapernah main FB sih?&lt;br /&gt;L : Males gue banyak alay nge-add. Jijik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K : Gue, S : Temen gue&lt;br /&gt;K : Eh lo mesti tau temen gue yg namanya **** anak sekolah *** naksir ama lo!&lt;br /&gt;S : Hah siapa tuh? Anak negeri Bekasi ye?&lt;br /&gt;K : Haha iya tapi ganteng loh suer deh! Aduh bikin cewek-cewek klepek-klepek kayak ikan koi dikasih deterjen kalo ngeliat diaaaa&lt;br /&gt;S : Alay?&lt;br /&gt;K : Ya tulisannya doang paling&lt;br /&gt;S : Najis! Ga sudi gue! Maluuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow dan begitu gue cerita soal itu di rumah, nyokap gue mendengus sekenceng-kencengnya. Dia bilang, "Yah gitulah kalo kelamaan berada di dalam suatu kalangan tanpa mau bergaul dengan kalangan lainnya. Justru menurut Mama yg berpendapat seperti itu yg kurang pergaulan (ATAU KUPER)." Dan setelah itu gue ama nyokap masiiiih terus membahas hal itu sampe berjam-jam. Sedangkan untuk dialog ketiga, menurut gue tipe orang yg kayak gitu adalah tipe orang yg nantinya susah dapetin cinta sejati pas tiba waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmh jadi demikian pendapat gue mengenai mereka yang GAUL dan merasa eksklusif, juga tentang mereka yg dianggap ALAY oleh mereka yg GAUL. Terserah kalo ada pihak yg merasa tersinggung (terutama dari pihak GAUL), toh udah banyaaaaaak banget blog orang GAUL yang terang-terangan mencaci maki orang ALAY. Mulai dari menyindir gaya tulisan orang ALAY (walaupun gue pribadi jg suka melakukan ini semata-mata hanya untuk lucu-lucuan), sampe ada jg yang merasa dirinya terlalu tinggi dan menuliskan syarat-syarat orang GAUL yg bakal dia confirm sebagai teman di Facebook. Who the hell she think she is????&lt;br /&gt;Oke sedangkan blog temen gue yg keren banget tiada tara dan isinya menyentuh hati semua, bisa lo cari dgn cara ngebukain link blog di sebelah kanan blog gue ini satu-satu. Kalo lo berhasil nemuin selamet deh ya. Haha tapi ga rugi deh beneran nyari inspirasi dari blog temen SD gue itu.&lt;br /&gt;So see ya, PathStepers! Thanks for your attention and have awesome weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8705828805227655608?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8705828805227655608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8705828805227655608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8705828805227655608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8705828805227655608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/10/alay-serendah-itukah-mereka.html' title='Alay? Serendah Itukah Mereka?'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8273748127012794198</id><published>2009-09-30T18:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:42:58.986+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>secret reader</title><content type='html'>good eveniiiiiiiiiiiing, pathstepers! wow no day without posting ya gueee hehe lagi napsu-napsunya ngurus blog nih nanti kalo udah ilang napsunya juga bisa sampe berbulan-bulan nih blog jamuran gara-gara kaga pernah tersentuh tangan gue yg lembut ini wuikikiw~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya I wanna share something ke you-you semua yaa. belakangan ini tuh gue suka iseng blogwalking di salah satu blog seseorang tanpa dia ketahuin. kayaknya emang blog dia tuh emang dibikin khusus buat private deh, soalnya ga ada satupun yg ngomenin postingannya dan ternyata dia emang nge-set biar ga ada yg bisa ngasih komen. chat box-nya juga ga ada. blog-nya bener-bener murni cuman ada hasil ketikan curhatan dan keluh kesah dia. hmmmm sebenernya owner blog itu juga salah satu kenalan gue, bisa dibilang lumayan deket malah. apa ya? tiap kali gue baca blognya dia, rasanya gue bisa aja gitu ngerasa apa yg dia rasain. dia paling sering curhat soal cowoknya yg kayaknya setiaaaaaaaa banget sama dia (wuw bikin ngiri deh. tapi pasti ito-ku ga kalah setia ama dia, bahkan lebih!!!!), terus dia jg sering ngerasa kesepian, kadang suka berantem ama nyokap bokapnya, padahal kehidupan kayak kehidupan dia itu bener-bener kehidupan yg gue idam-idamin dari gue masih orok! (oke ga lebay gitu juga. pas gue orok mah ngertinya cuma ngempeng doang)&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata hidupnya ga sebahagia yg gue kira ya? haha beruntung banget deh gue makanyaa bisa punya kehidupan yg seenak ini. gue punya keluarga yg lengkap (walopun sering bikin ati jadi gondok bow), cowok yg baik, cakep, ganteng, so(k) cool, pinterrrrr, temen-temen yg setia kawan banget ama gue dan selalu ada kapanpun gue butuh mereka, terus gue juga punya kehidupan yg bisa dibilang lumayan indah laaah dan banyak orang-orang di luar sana yg gue yakin rela nukerin hidupnya ama gue ♥ hueheh pede yaaa tapi gue rasa emang bener sih. kadang seseorang yg keliatan bahagia di luar, belom tentu dia bebas dari masalah dan tekanan di dalem hidupnya (eyak eyak dengarkan psikolog kirana berceramah euy).&lt;br /&gt;hihi I HEART MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus terussss hari ini &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUE JALAN DONG AMA ITOOOOOOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;ama adek gue ama nyokap gue ama bokap gue juga tapinya&lt;/strike&gt; -,,,,,,,-'' haha trouble maker ya emang mereka tapi gapapa gue tetep seneng kok.&lt;br /&gt;kita nonton get married 2 kan padahal gue udah nonton juga tuh di bogor kemaren ama sepupu-sepupu gue, tapi berhubung nih film emang gila dan bikin gue adD!ct3d sNgaaadhhh bow, jadi yaudah gue kepingin nonton lagi. haha ntar kisah selengkapnya baca di blog gue ama ito aja yaaaaw tau kan tau kan url-nya? ih payah ga 9aH0eLz bGd U gtw aLamadh bL0uGh W ama yayang gueeee yg cuakebz itoewwww. wkwkwkw asik juga yee ngeretro kayak gini. hm pokoknya klik aja link yg ada di kanan ini nih ---&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; (kalo ga pas panahnya ya lu scroll-scroll dewek lah)&lt;br /&gt;paling gue mau cerita pas selesai nontonnya aja deh ya. kan gue ama ito ama fatta tadinya mau nongkrong dulu di j.co (belagu ye kita wkwk) sambil nunggu waktu pulang. eh tapi taunya di tengah jalan ketemu bokap gue lg nungguin nyokap gue nyobain celana di toko gitu. pas nyokap gue keluar, dia ngajak gue ama ito jalan bareng terus ke es teler deh kita. suer dah yeaaaay gue kirain tuh nyokap mau nyeramahin ito apaaagitu mau ngamuk kek ato nyuruh kita putus gitu h!kZ kan n4nTyy aQ jdie C3dyyYh...,,,, eh taunya emang dia ceramah sih. tapi isi ceramahnya itu jauuuuh banget dari yg gue kira wuehehe bahkan dia manggil ito "SAYANG" jugaa loh! ahuahah jadi seneng gue. pokoknya makasih banyak lho yaa ♥Aristo Ahmad Isnawan♥ tadi udah mau jalan ama aku plus adekku terus udah mau duduk bareng pasukanku di es teler. hihi &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;LOVE YOU A LOT BABY :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8273748127012794198?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8273748127012794198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8273748127012794198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8273748127012794198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8273748127012794198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/secret-reader.html' title='secret reader'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4452120913665040190</id><published>2009-09-29T10:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:23:35.695+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>morning (almost noon) posting</title><content type='html'>hell-ouuuwh guys! (separo sok asik separo ngalay)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm mau posting apaya posting apaya apayaaaaaaa. oya! gue mau posting ini aja ah, tentang artikel (hasil colongan) gita rayung anak kelas lapan yg dia post di facebook. kemaren pas gue lg buka home fb terus kan di hightlights-nya ada notes-nya gita yg judulnya "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penemuan Baru Mengenai Kanker Hati&lt;/span&gt;" ato apaaa gitu ogut forget. terus berhubung cita-cita gue pingin jadi dokter kalo udh gede nanti jadi gue iseng kan tuh ngebuka artikelnya. wuih serem banget deh sumfeeeehhhhh. di situ tuh dijelasin kayak gimana kanker hati itu, contoh-contoh kasusnya, dan apa aja penyebabnya. yg bikin eke ngeri, hampir semua penyebab kanker hati itu adalah rutinitas yg biasa gue lakuin tiap hari!!! ini ya penyebab-penyebabnya dari yg gue baca dari artikel itu :&lt;br /&gt;1. Tidur terlalu malam dan bangun terlalu siang adalah penyebab paling utama.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak buang air pada pagi hari.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pola makan yang terlalu berlebihan&lt;br /&gt;4. Tidak makan pagi.&lt;br /&gt;5. Terlalu banyak mengkonsumsi obat-obatan.&lt;br /&gt;6. Terlalu banyak mengkonsumsi bahan pengawet,zat tambahan, zat pewarna, pemanis buatan.&lt;br /&gt;7. Minyak goreng yang tidak sehat. Hal ini juga berlaku meski menggunakan minyak goreng terbaik sekalipun seperti olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mengkonsumsi masakan mentah atau dimasak matang 3-5 bagian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah padahal gue selalu tidur di atas jam 12 malem, bahkan bisa begadang ampe subuh. nanti abis subuh biasanya gue tidurrrrrr terus sampe lewat jam 12 siang. udah gitu karena pola tidur gue yg ga bener itu, gue gapernah sarapan. pas hari sekolah aja gue gapernah sarapan. paling baru makan di sekolah pas istirahat ato kalo nggak yaa pas pulang. abisnya kalo gue sarapan di rumah, udah pasti bakal kesiangan. udah gitu gue doyaaaaaaaaan bgt yg namanya makan chiki-chikian gitu yg mengandung bahan pengawet yg macem-macem, belom lg MSG-nya. dan gue suka banget yg namanya gorengan! di depan sekolah kan ada yg jual gorengan, hampir tiap pulang gue tuh beli pisang molen ama cireng. padahal gue tau banget minyak goreng si abangnya tuh udah sampe iteeeemmmmmmm banget di wajannya. and the last, gue doyan segala yang setengah mateng!!!!!! mulai dari telor mata sapi setengah mateng, sosis setengah mateng, bahkan sampe steak pun gue sering pesen yg setengah mateng. ckck ohmyyyyyy gue gamau hati gue jadi kayak gini.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsGERwL9eGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7cvE2m7oD44/s1600-h/metastatic-liver-cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsGERwL9eGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7cvE2m7oD44/s320/metastatic-liver-cancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386732069839534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;liver cancer? oh no no NO!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walopun ada salju-saljunya gitu tapi tetep ngeri banget kan ya? udah gitu buat sembuhnya pasti susah, kata nyokap gue yg namanya kanker itu biasanya suka kambuh-kambuh lagi dan tiap kali kambuh suka makin parah. naudzubillahi min dzalik banget deh yaaaaaaa ya Allah aku kapok punya kehidupan yg seberantakan ini! hmh berarti mulai sekarang gue harus tidur teratur, sarapan tiap pagi, ngurangin makan goreng-gorengan bahkan kalo perlu basmi kebiasaan makan gorengan ini sama sekali, dan harus masak semua makanan yg perlu dimasak ampe mateng. sanggup ga ya gua? HARUS SANGGUP lah yaaaaaa daripada nanti gue bakal jauh lebih ga sanggup lagi kalo harus kena kanker hati hi hi hiiiiiii jangan sampe deh ya bow. gue pingin punya umur panjang terus jadi dokter kaya terus nikah sama si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aristo Ahmad Isnawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; terus punya anak terus punya cucuuuu terus mudah-mudahan gue bakal ngeliat cicit gue bahkan kalo perlu anaknya cicit gue juga -&gt; kaga tau namanya apa . jadi 5 generasi gitu pasti keren banget kan ya? ahuahah&lt;br /&gt;soooo start your healthy life to avoid liver cancer since today, Kirana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : oyaa kemaren gue baru aja nge-upload video di youtube lagi. gue nge-cover lagunya Boys Like Girls yg The Great Escape. hehe ditonton terus di-rate ato kasih comment gitu yaaaa. walopun ancur but wish you're gonna enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snsVGK5G-kY&amp;amp;hl=en&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/snsVGK5G-kY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4452120913665040190?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4452120913665040190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4452120913665040190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4452120913665040190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4452120913665040190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-almost-noon-posting.html' title='morning (almost noon) posting'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsGERwL9eGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7cvE2m7oD44/s72-c/metastatic-liver-cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3128617245976591507</id><published>2009-09-28T16:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:18:33.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>my mom's big creation on my brother's big tummy</title><content type='html'>hhhhhh daripada gue bete sendiri marah-marah sendiri bikin nyiksa diri sendiri, mending gue posting aja deh yaaa. hehe sekarang my faithful blogdrivers, I wanna post about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my "creative" mom&lt;/span&gt; and my cute brother, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fatta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini ya waktu itu kan gue mau ke rumah mami yg ad di pondok gede. terus karna udah lamaaaaaaa banget ga ke sana, fatta ngotot mau ngasih surprise. udah gitu mana duitnya lagi banyak pula, tiga kali lipetnya duit gue (maklum ABG banyak utang bow). tapi ama nyokap gue kan dia ga dibolehin keluar buat beli apa-apa ya. lagian emang dia mau beli apaaaacoba buat nyurpraisin mami gue. papi baru??? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;terus tiba-tiba nyokap gue yg emang setiap saat slalu siap buat kesambet kreatifitas edan, nyuruh fatta masuk ke kamarnya. kata nyokap gue : "mau ngasih surprise kan buat mami? sini, mama kasih."&lt;br /&gt;dan begitu keluar dari kamar nyokap, beginilah wujud adek gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJiOStWII/AAAAAAAAANA/Duh60srgFcE/s1600-h/100_1313.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/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJiOStWII/AAAAAAAAANA/Duh60srgFcE/s320/100_1313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386456375380236418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJhkvG_jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DjQwDCpX0oQ/s1600-h/100_1309.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/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJhkvG_jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DjQwDCpX0oQ/s320/100_1309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386456364225068594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJhFV6JLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gpnDVL5tCqw/s1600-h/100_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJhFV6JLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gpnDVL5tCqw/s320/100_1308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386456355797869746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha beruntungnya masa kecil gue yg kaga pernah dibeginiin ama enyak gueee. ato mungkin pernah tapi gue gatau? tp yg jelas ternyata make over fatta ini sukses kok bikin mami gue nyaris jantungan, tp bukan gara-gara gambarnya. mami gue kaget soalnya dia kirain di perut adek gue ada penampakan apaaa gitu. haha but that's great anyway, mom! you could be the next picasso or michelangelo in this century, I think &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3128617245976591507?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3128617245976591507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3128617245976591507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3128617245976591507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3128617245976591507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-moms-big-creation-on-my-brothers-big.html' title='my mom&apos;s big creation on my brother&apos;s big tummy'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsCJiOStWII/AAAAAAAAANA/Duh60srgFcE/s72-c/100_1313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1567461571012306792</id><published>2009-09-28T13:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:18:14.133+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>bad bad bad time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;uanjeeeeeeeeeng bangsat sumpah deh ya hari ini gue kesel banget sekesel-keselnya keselllll. kemaren selama berhari-hari pas gue liburan di bogor itu dari baru melek ampe molor lagi suasananya selalu rame. asik. seru. ribut. RUSUHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dan sekalinya gue balik ke bekasi, nyokap bokap malah pd pergi. gue sendirian di rumah. dan na'asnya lagi, ito yg hari ini lagi ke dufan malah ngajak udahan smsan gara-gara hp-nya lobet. jadi hp gue ada di gue juga ga ada gunanya, pdahal langka banget gue ada di rumah dan hp dikasih ke gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;TAU AH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;BETE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1567461571012306792?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1567461571012306792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1567461571012306792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1567461571012306792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1567461571012306792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-bad-bad-time.html' title='bad bad bad time'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4641395239739038553</id><published>2009-09-27T14:06:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:16:48.458+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody of mine'/><title type='text'>Game of Love - Michelle Branch feat. Santana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Just what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;One kiss and BOOM you're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come around no more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now I'm cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Outside the door of your candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;It started with a kiss, now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is, whatever you make it to be&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, set on this cold, lonely sea&lt;br /&gt;So please baby&lt;br /&gt;Try and use me for what I'm good for&lt;br /&gt;It ain't sayin' goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Its knockin' down the door of your candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;Started with a kiss, now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in this game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll me, control me, console me&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me&lt;br /&gt;You guide me, divide me into what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Make me feel good yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come around no more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Outside the door of your lovin' store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;Started with a kiss, now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in this game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;Game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll me, control me,&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Make me feel good yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here am I on my own, on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;but for me, love is not a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;there's no winner or loser in it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4641395239739038553?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4641395239739038553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4641395239739038553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4641395239739038553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4641395239739038553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-of-love-michelle-branch-feat.html' title='Game of Love - Michelle Branch feat. Santana'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-118878943215840209</id><published>2009-09-27T00:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:18:04.349+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>Top Fives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsBcxmf1XCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mJNh78ZdYds/s1600-h/five_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsBcxmf1XCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mJNh78ZdYds/s320/five_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386407161552526370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hellouwh hellouwh. ini semacem top 5 kayak di living social gitu tapi yg gue bikin sendiri. yg mau copy sok atuh dah copy aja kaga ada lisensinya kok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things you could say about yourself :&lt;/div&gt;1. chubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. spontaneous&lt;/div&gt;3. kind cute sweet funny clever. tapi boong deng. clever-nya aja deh (amin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. toddlers lover&lt;/div&gt;5. aristo's ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 greatest moments in your life :&lt;/div&gt;1. when I was born into this cruel world&lt;br /&gt;2. when he asked me to be his girlF&lt;br /&gt;3. everything he and I did at september 8th 2009&lt;br /&gt;4. when I still often got the first rank in my class&lt;br /&gt;5. when my father bought me my first laptop for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things that could make you cry :&lt;/div&gt;1. if I feel too angry&lt;br /&gt;2. fight with boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my mom got angry at me for seven days in a row and doesn't want to talk with me&lt;br /&gt;4. sad songs or movies&lt;br /&gt;5. someone's death (but fortunately I've never lost someone around me for forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favorite food :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cumiiiiii diapain juga gue doyan&lt;br /&gt;2. carbonara (spaghetti or fettucini)&lt;br /&gt;3. fu yung hai &gt;&gt;&gt; tulisannya begini bukan?&lt;br /&gt;4. sop kambing bang kumis&lt;br /&gt;5. soto kudus kartini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favorite beverages :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MILKUAT RASA COKELAT&lt;br /&gt;2. oreo milkshake&lt;br /&gt;3. banana berry smoothies&lt;br /&gt;4. strawberry juice&lt;br /&gt;5. milooooooo (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favorite snacks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OREO&lt;br /&gt;2. pringles rasa cheesy cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. pringles rasa sour cream and onion&lt;br /&gt;4. toblerone dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. kacang mede goreng bikinan enek gue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 songs that could make you cry :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mary Jane - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;2. Perfect - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;3. Only One - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;4. In The End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;5. Better That We Break - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 movies that could make your tears roll down your face :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;2. The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;3. I am Sam&lt;br /&gt;4. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;5. Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 craziest movies that could make you LOL all day long :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shrek 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;2. Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;3. I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry&lt;br /&gt;4. Nights at The Museum&lt;br /&gt;5. 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 timeless songs that you can't stop listening to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 21 Guns - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;2. Light Up The Sky - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;3. Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship feat. Leighton Meeser&lt;br /&gt;4. Catch Your Wave - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;5. Never Let You Go - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 greatest bands :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;3. Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;4. Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;5. Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favorite cartoons that you watch a lot :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS&lt;br /&gt;2. doraemon&lt;br /&gt;3. avatar tha legend of aang&lt;br /&gt;4. rugrats and all grown up&lt;br /&gt;5. winnie the pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 worst incidents you've ever experienced :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when I was brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;2. when someone who I used to think that she was my best friend left me away&lt;br /&gt;3. when I had some fighting with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;4. when my mom didn't wanna talk with me&lt;br /&gt;5. pas gue remed ulangan matematika buat pertama kalinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people that influents your life the most :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MY MOM&lt;br /&gt;2. nadira rachmianti hartanto&lt;br /&gt;3. aristo ahmad isnawan&lt;br /&gt;4. my dad&lt;br /&gt;5. my beloved aunt, bi vivi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 countries in the world you wanna visit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Switzerland!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. France&lt;br /&gt;3. England&lt;br /&gt;4. United States of America&lt;br /&gt;5. Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 celebs you adore so much :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adam Sandlers&lt;br /&gt;2. Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;3. Tom Welling&lt;br /&gt;4. Sterling Knight&lt;br /&gt;5. James McAvoy&lt;br /&gt;6. Aristo Ahmad Isnawan dehhhhh -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 cellphones that you've ever had :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nokia 3310&lt;br /&gt;2. Nokia 6030&lt;br /&gt;3. Nokia 3230&lt;br /&gt;4. Sony Ericcson K550i&lt;br /&gt;5. hp pinjeman &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Nokia 3660&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 oldest stuffs that you have and still in use :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an olympic cupboard in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;2. sanyo refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;3. my polytron radio tape&lt;br /&gt;4. sejadah, mas kawin bokap nyokap gue terus dikasihin ke gue&lt;br /&gt;5. some dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things that you wear right now :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a yellow dress&lt;br /&gt;2. K necklace&lt;br /&gt;3. bracelet&lt;br /&gt;4. earings&lt;br /&gt;5. underwear (of course)&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/3033374635087297432-118878943215840209?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/118878943215840209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=118878943215840209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/118878943215840209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/118878943215840209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-fives.html' title='Top Fives'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SsBcxmf1XCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mJNh78ZdYds/s72-c/five_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6136471880914537328</id><published>2009-09-24T22:15:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:52:21.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>mr. not so gorgeous, but makes me so in love with him!</title><content type='html'>his face is not as handsome as tom cruise's or tom welling's or tom felton's. he's only good looking, his face even looks like an egg. he's also not juicy young anymore, umurnya aja sama kayak bokap gue, tp kalo bokap gue mah masih ganteng lah. but his acts are sooo great. all of his movies is very very hilarious and funny. he is totally a riddiculous guy who has crazy humor sense.&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna know who is he? do you really really wanna know? who is he??? WHO IS HE??? oh yeah, he's such my role model (ito gausah manyun gara-gara jealous gitu juga kali to). he is ADAM RICHARD SANDLER ! tattarattataaaaaa eng ing eeeeeeeeng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruT1TvuKQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kTfiel04zK4/s1600-h/AdamSandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385060323494340866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruT1TvuKQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kTfiel04zK4/s320/AdamSandler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruWFACXDpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aGO9hXGqREg/s1600-h/Adam-Sandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062792104971922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruWFACXDpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aGO9hXGqREg/s320/Adam-Sandler.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;hmmm bukan tipe yg bikin cewek berhari-hari gabisa tidur gara2 kepikiran tampangnya kan?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu itu gue jauh cinta sama acting-nya adam sandler dari film 50 First Dates. wuw bukan cuman kocak, tapi jg bikin air mata ama ingus lo meler-meler ke mana-mana. setelah itu pun gue mulai rajin tuh nyari film-filmnya sandler (bajakan punya dong pastinya. yg asli bikin dompet kempes bow).&lt;br /&gt;here they are his movies that I've watched and made me sooo in love with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruYoQnlTZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3hYvNUfTgok/s1600-h/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065596874739090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruYoQnlTZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3hYvNUfTgok/s320/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;it's all about gay stuffs. haha so they pretend to be gay spouses (guess who is the wife!) to solve larry's family problem. but it has a really really crazy story and is so worth it to watch! you're gonna LOL from the beginning until the ending title rises up. and as the bonus, ada beberapa scenes yg kalo di indonesia dianggep lumayan parah yg ga disensor lho!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Click&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Srua_whPmDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j9ZTWQJHjAU/s1600-h/click.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068199598331954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Srua_whPmDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j9ZTWQJHjAU/s320/click.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;yg ini juga kereeeeeeeeen sekaligus ga logis banget. tapi pokoknya film click ini bikin lo jd lebih ngehargain akan pentingnya keluarga. konyol banget, dan (lagi-lagi)ada hal-hal yg menjurus ke bokep-bokep gitu. biasa lah ya orang bule cakep-cakep tapi doyannya nonton bokep, bahkan ngelakuin. wakaka sayangnya aku hanyalah orang indonesia yg segalanya dianggap tabu -,-''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrucHIPZogI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yhaeGJKaKig/s1600-h/the-longest-yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385069425736655362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrucHIPZogI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yhaeGJKaKig/s320/the-longest-yard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;ehem nih film juga cukup gila kok ceritanya and (unfortunately for you but luckily or your kids) ga ada bokep-bokepnya. jadi The Longest Yard nyeritain ttg perselisihan antara narapidana ama polisi gitu, baik di dalem penjara maupun pas mereka tanding ameican football. and from this movie I can more understand that 'winning is not everything'.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Bedtime Stories&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sruc7aUyY7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/yf2bycF_O7s/s1600-h/bedtime-stories-poster-sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385070323944285106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sruc7aUyY7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/yf2bycF_O7s/s320/bedtime-stories-poster-sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;it's one of his latest movies, baru rilis awal agak-agak ke tengah taun 2009 ini. ini sama sekali bukan ttg fairytale kayak judulnya, walopun emang pemainnya ada yg anak-anak. tapi filmnya tetep bisa bikin lo ngakak ampe mampus kokkkkkk kocak banget te-o-pe be-ge-de dech. di awal-awalnya bahagia, pertengahannya nelangsa, akhir-akhirnya............... tonton dewek lah. kalo ga mampu beli yg asli, dvd bajakannya juga banyak tersedia kok di mana-mana&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's the one that makes me sooo in love over and over again! best movie I've ever seen daaaah. four thumbs up (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrueP9Nh1yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7ofn6OwG8Q8/s1600-h/502035~50-First-Dates-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071776418092834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrueP9Nh1yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7ofn6OwG8Q8/s320/502035~50-First-Dates-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;jadi tadinya si henry roth (Adam Sandler) itu playboy kelas kakap yg selalu nyari cewek buat dijadiin one night stand or at least sampe dia puas lah. abis itu mah dia kabur, mulai dari yg alesan dia itu secret agent sampe alesan kalo dia itu sebenernya gay. tapi since he found out 'the forgetful' lucy whitmore (Drew Barrymore), his life changed. dia brusaha ngebuat cewek itu jatuh cinta lagi ke dia tiap harinya. do you know why? haha MODAL DONG CUYYY. tonton sendiri yeee kalo ternyata lu gasuka mah itu bukan urusan gua. tapi ide ceritanya itu lohhhh yg tiada duanya (hihi kayak iklan kijang)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaaah dan sekarang gue punya beberapa dvd-nya yg belom sempet gue tonton. aduh abisnya gimana yaaaa susah emang jadi orang ngetop, padet banget sekejul gue. nih tapi rencananya besok gue mau nonton Anger Management, Big Daddy, ama Hot Chick. pokoknya sandler's movie marathon deh ya. terus filmnya yg Little Nick jg udah jadi salah satu waiting list gue buat gue cari nanti kalo kapan-kapan gue hunting dvd bajakan lagi di itc ambasador.&lt;br /&gt;hhhh yaudah deh segitu aja ulasan gue ttg adam sandler. capek juga ye ngetiknya abisnya ini pake komputer tante gue sih keyboard-nya holyshit banget sumpahhh ini jari-jari gue langsung pada encok semua dah abis ngetik. coba adam sandler iseng buka blog gue terus dia ngebaca artikel gue yg ini yaa. siapa tau dia bangga punya fans secantik gue terus dia jadi tergila-gila ama gue terus gue dibopong deh ampe hollywood terus di hollywood gue jadi kaya deh. (HAHA AMIN KIR!)&lt;br /&gt;udah ye, disuruh tante gue masukkin baju ke mesin cuci nih. see you blogwalkers! xixixixi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6136471880914537328?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6136471880914537328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6136471880914537328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6136471880914537328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6136471880914537328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-not-so-gorgeous-but-makes-me-so-in.html' title='mr. not so gorgeous, but makes me so in love with him!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SruT1TvuKQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kTfiel04zK4/s72-c/AdamSandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4643009801039392420</id><published>2009-09-22T23:36:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:48:14.629+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>open your eyes, girl! open your mind, open your heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hey world, I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I shoud realize it simply, because everyone always shows their loves to me.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, they really care to me.&lt;br /&gt;they don't wanna lose me indeed.&lt;br /&gt;they do not say it in front of me direcly, but I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it deep deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;they show their loves in ways I've never defined.&lt;br /&gt;now I figure out already what I've looked for before.&lt;br /&gt;something I thought I never got, but in fact it's always here around me.&lt;br /&gt;if the whole world hates me, they are the only place for me to return.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happen on this earth, in this world, they will always protect me.&lt;br /&gt;they are always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I dare to say that they will never betray me.&lt;br /&gt;they will sacrifice anything for me, even it's their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do the same thing for them, because they are the most amazing present God ever gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;because they are my family,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;how lucky I was born in this wonderful family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4643009801039392420?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4643009801039392420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4643009801039392420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4643009801039392420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4643009801039392420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-your-eyes-girl-open-your-mind-open.html' title='open your eyes, girl! open your mind, open your heart!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3516448613560616825</id><published>2009-09-21T00:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:17:40.206+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAPPY 5th MONTH ANNIVERSARY FOR ME AND MY ARISTO AHMAD ISNAWAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you, Honey, for everything. Thanks a lot for coming into my life. Thank you for being my greatest partner in this great 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we're always gonna be together for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3516448613560616825?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3516448613560616825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3516448613560616825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3516448613560616825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3516448613560616825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-5th-month-anniversary-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4398912672139751824</id><published>2009-09-18T21:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:49:09.559+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>just another scrawl</title><content type='html'>so lonely here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want your voice, the one that can soothe my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want your smile that can make me melt inside&lt;br /&gt;I want your shoulder as the most comfortable place to lay my head&lt;br /&gt;I want your face, just to make me feel so free from troubles and problems even though they're so close behind me&lt;br /&gt;I want to stare at your eyes where I could find some deep warmness&lt;br /&gt;I want your scent, to make it spinning around in my head for many days&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you "Do you love me?" like we used to do just to make sure that you're really into me&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream out loud in front of you that I LOVE YOU so much more than I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh God, how much I miss him right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I need you a lot, Aristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4398912672139751824?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4398912672139751824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4398912672139751824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4398912672139751824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4398912672139751824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-another-scrawl.html' title='just another scrawl'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2765236521784698898</id><published>2009-09-18T15:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:18:19.498+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen article'/><title type='text'>stole the stolen one</title><content type='html'>weits gue nyolong dari lala yang nyolong dari sheby. it's okay lah ya la yaa moga2 jari gue ga kecapekan pegel-pegel ntar di tengah jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage → mineral water (anak sehat)&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call → papapapapa&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message → errr Aristo&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to → Love Story&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried → as usual, when my mom took back my cellphone hrrrgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone at home → hehe once&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? → no! I'm a faithful girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it? → ---&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special?→ yeah, not only someone. but many ones&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed? → a second ago&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? → no and will never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;1. brown&lt;br /&gt;2. yellow&lt;br /&gt;3. maroon&lt;br /&gt;4. navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends → yah I think&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love → absolutely yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried → yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you → ouwh yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were → yes.... I think&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you → often!&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend list → heh?&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friend list do you know in real life → uncountable&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have → 2, a son and a daughter. my son should be the older&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets → yeah, honey and tora&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name → why should I?&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday → order chinese food&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night? → accompanied my mom watching "masihkah kau mencintaiku?" ugh&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for → RETURN OF MY CELLPHONE&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your father → about quarter of a second ago&lt;br /&gt;17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → hem. my family&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now → sound of the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → not yet. TOM FELTON, I hope someday.&lt;br /&gt;23. What’s getting on your nerves right now? → panzeh nih ahelah&lt;br /&gt;24. Most visited web page → blogger | twitter | youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your name → kirana khansa haryadi&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames → kirana&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status → taken&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign → taurus&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered → bentar gua cek dulu................ ternyata female&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary → alkampret&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School → alkampret 8&lt;br /&gt;8. High school → TN amin&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color → dark brownie (almost kayak anak singkong gitu deh kata bokap)&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short → medium&lt;br /&gt;16. Height → around 160 cm&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? → on my boyfriend, yeah&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you like about yourself → anything inside myself&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings → only on ears&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos → no&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty → righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery → no, and I hope never&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing → when I was still a cute lil' baby&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends → sandi&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined → apa ye? ga minat bow&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet → piko my poor hamster, matinya gara2 nyelup ke dalem teh eyang gue&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation → bogor maybe&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert → YELLOWCARD. hyakaka aminin aja dah&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush → his name's started by J wkwk&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating → penting ya?&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking → ASS . air susu sapi maksud gua&lt;br /&gt;52. I’m about to → hah?&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to → westlife's&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting for → nungguin enyak gue bikinin susu kali ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? → who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? → of course&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind? → surgeon or obstetrician, and violinist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes → both&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses → both jugaa wikikiw maruk ya eke&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller → taller&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger → older, ga demen brondong&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous → both lagi&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms → nice sense of humor (Y)&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud → sensitive and calm&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble maker or hesitant → trouble maker deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger → no&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor → hell no&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts → I never have any of them&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date → what the???&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone’s heart → yeah&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken → yes more than once&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested → by my mother, when I'm on the phone with him in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → yaya&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → not yet. oh yeah I've never cried because of someone's death!&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → I'm not a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → sometimes&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → really yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → no&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → hell yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause → yang suka bagi-bagi zakat pas natal itu kan?&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? → depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels → yeah from jibril until ridwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → yes. I WANT MY ARISTO!&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time → no and never I hope&lt;br /&gt;99. Had a pregnancy scare? → why should I had scare? I've never done 'it'&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? → enggih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhh penting dasyat ye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2765236521784698898?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2765236521784698898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2765236521784698898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2765236521784698898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2765236521784698898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/stole-stolen-one.html' title='stole the stolen one'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-834205190831747557</id><published>2009-09-17T21:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:17:40.207+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>I ADORE YOU</title><content type='html'>hey, I just wanna say thousands of huge THANKS for you. kehadiran kamu tiap kali aku lagi ngerasa sedih itu berarti banget buat aku. kata-kata dan perhatian dari kamu bener-bener bisa bikin aku bangkit lagi, bikin aku jadi ga down lagi, dan bikin aku jadi ga mengasihani diri sendiri lagi. kamu udah ngebuka mata aku. semua yang kamu omongin itu ada benernya, mungkin aku memang belum maksimal buat ngejalanin kewajiban-kewajiban aku sebagai anak di dalam keluarga sesuai dengan yang orang tua aku pinginin. aku bakal ngelakuin semua yang udah kamu bilang di dalam nasehat kamu ke aku. aku merasa bersyukur banget Tuhan udah memberikan kamu buat ada di sisi aku. kamu bukan cuma pacar aku, tapi kamu juga sahabat, saudara, psikolog, bahkan kadang kamu bisa jadi saingan aku juga kalo kita lagi nyolot-nyolotan. kamu bener-bener segala-galanya buat aku (gapake lebay gapake boong gapake gombal &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TAPI PAKE CINTA&lt;/span&gt;). I really regard all of your advices. makasih udah mau jadi orang yang sayang ama aku dengan tulus, walaupun aku tau aku itu egois, nyolot, keras kepala, dan apalagi aku jarang banget bisa kontak ama kamu, boro-boro bisa ketemu. aku ga tau harus bales semua kebaikkan kamu itu dengan apa. semua yang udah kamu kasih ke aku selama ini bener-bener berharga banget buat aku. I don't wanna lose you in the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for becoming the greatest boy ever I've ever met. I'm gonna always love you, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-834205190831747557?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/834205190831747557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=834205190831747557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/834205190831747557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/834205190831747557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-adore-you.html' title='I ADORE YOU'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7781709773791952734</id><published>2009-09-17T20:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:49:51.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>the incredible mrs. wilson and mrs. lindgren (the deceased)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;hallouwhhhhhh (anjir bahasa gue ama ito abis pas kita masih jaman-jamannya mainan ym)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;hihi mentang-mentang udah ngeksis lagi jadi sekarang gue lagi napsu-napsunya nih blogging. abis bocendh sih ogut jadi anak gaul twililisilit ama pesbuk mulu. lagian suka-suka gua lah yaa mau nge-blogging brapa kali dalem sehari. nape? ga suka lu??? siapa suruh lu jadi fans maniak gue yang tiap hari ratusan kali buka-buka blog gue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; okay in this occasion (yeh jadi inget presentasi lia kemaren), I'm gonna talk about my two favorite children book authors. they are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jacqueline Wilson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;from British and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astrid Lindgren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Sweden. actually buku mereka bedua udah kaga ada yg pantes dibaca oleh remaja wanita yg udah beranjak dewasa kayak gue gini, tapi berhubung dari gue masih ngempeng dikasihnya buku kayak beginian, alhasil ampe sekarang lah gue masih demen ngoleksi. sebenernya sih buku-buku Jacqueline Wilson bukan buku anak-anak amat, ada aja kok adegan-adegan yg hanya bisa dicerna oleh remaja yg sudah akil baligh (atau pikirannya ngeres) layaknya ogut. eh tapi gua cuman udh baligh doang kaga pake ngeres. ilustrasinya juga keren-keren bangettttttt bikin daya imajinasi gue malayang-layang ampe langit ketujuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;these are my favorite jacky's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNDlsBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aRj9Gnn_Aww/s1600-h/044086366X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V1057190894_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449228712882162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNDlsBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aRj9Gnn_Aww/s320/044086366X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V1057190894_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNCepvxOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oDtTHxMG8us/s1600-h/51T2VdqwWEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449209644401890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNCepvxOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oDtTHxMG8us/s320/51T2VdqwWEL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNCxmp0eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YyKEz-VcpEo/s1600-h/0440863562.02._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449214731702754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNCxmp0eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YyKEz-VcpEo/s320/0440863562.02._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNDerfy4I/AAAAAAAAAII/8P88qLriMuM/s1600-h/9780440867739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449226831612802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNDerfy4I/AAAAAAAAAII/8P88qLriMuM/s320/9780440867739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keren kan ya cover-nya? hehe lumayan buat nemenin akyuwh sebelum bobo ;)&lt;br /&gt;kalo astrid lindgren bukunya jauh lebih childish. tapi uchul-uchul deh ceritanya. dan gambar-gambarnyaaaaaa ya Allah sumpah deh ya bikin gue jadi ngimpi tinggal di tempat yg ada di buku-bukunya dia bersama yayang aristo-ku ituuu wuikikiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Awesome Astrid's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJOqDToP7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4_-gnliFBKk/s1600-h/wiosna-w-bullerbyn-okladka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382450989010272178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJOqDToP7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4_-gnliFBKk/s320/wiosna-w-bullerbyn-okladka.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hari-Hari Bahagia di Bullerbyn&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJQ-B4HvBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vC6uTVw75TU/s1600-h/Wiklund.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382453531247098898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJQ-B4HvBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vC6uTVw75TU/s320/Wiklund.gif" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;one of the beautiful bullerbyn scene&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJPebl9e5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dJ60Sm2uDvs/s1600-h/8702071870_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382451888882809746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJPebl9e5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dJ60Sm2uDvs/s320/8702071870_fs.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Madicken&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJQaLN1gBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wllqQOVImWc/s1600-h/434005001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382452915278807058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJQaLN1gBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wllqQOVImWc/s320/434005001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kakak-Beradik Hati Singa&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJRpRflWAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nOEkTpEBkus/s1600-h/9782013225700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382454274173523970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJRpRflWAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nOEkTpEBkus/s320/9782013225700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJRpRflWAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nOEkTpEBkus/s1600-h/9782013225700.jpg"&gt;The Story of Emil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJSIFm_rYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xz-oj7AV5ys/s1600-h/3332-Emil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382454803559329154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJSIFm_rYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xz-oj7AV5ys/s320/3332-Emil.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;amazing illustration, isn't it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJSj1ZiOaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VMLuQCoMBuc/s1600-h/CharEmilB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382455280244242850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJSj1ZiOaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VMLuQCoMBuc/s320/CharEmilB2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;yoohooooo, I'm Emil the cool trouble-maker! (istilah cool waktu itu udah ada belon ye?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I really suggest you to read them!!! once you open it, you can't close it. eh tapi gatau juga deng tergantung selera. ato paling nggak nanti kalo lu udah pada punya laki ama bini terus punya anak, beliin deh buku-buku ini buat anak-anak lo. dijamiiinn bikin imajinasi mereka jadi melayang-layang. jadi gausah dah mahal-mahal beli putaw ato ganja buat nge-fly (ouwh yeah I know jayus gue udah akut emang).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;their books are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;SOOOOO INCREDIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7781709773791952734?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7781709773791952734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7781709773791952734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7781709773791952734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7781709773791952734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/incredible-mrs-wilson-and-mrs-lindgren.html' title='the incredible mrs. wilson and mrs. lindgren (the deceased)'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SrJNDlsBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aRj9Gnn_Aww/s72-c/044086366X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V1057190894_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1082336092709236534</id><published>2009-09-17T16:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:50:08.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>suddenly stuck</title><content type='html'>hmmm mungkin temen-temen deket gue pas sd dulu tau banget kalo gue itu kerajingan nulis. puluhan buku tulis yang berisikan cerita-cerita bikinan gue udah jadi langganan dipinjem sama mereka buat dibaca. bahkan pas kelas empat, gue sama anis pernah bikin cerita bareng. gue yang nulis ceritanya, anis yang jadi ilustratorya. prestasi yang gue hasilkan dari nulis pun juga lumayan (tak bermaksud untuk pamer atau membuat iri). seenggaknya kalo ada lomba nulis cerpen ato dongeng, gue sempet beberapa kali ditunjuk buat ngewakilin sekolah. itung-itung nambah duit di dompet gitu kalo menang. TAPI ITU CERITA SD.&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa sejak SMP, hobi nulis gue itu melayang entah ke mana. gue udah ga pernah lagi beli buku-buku tulis khusus buat tempat coretan cerita-cerita gue. kebiasaan gue nulis diary tiap malem juga ilang gitu aja. sapen-sapen yang dulu pas jaman sd rajin gue suratin, tiba-tiba cuma sekedar jadi temen smsan dan pas gue udah ngerasa bosen sms mereka udah nggak ada lagi yang gue jawab. minggu lalu aja guru bahasa indonesia gue ngumumin kalo ada lomba menulis dari koran berani dalam rangka dirgahayu RI. gue udah niat banget pingin ikut dan bertekad buat menang. tapi ternyata begitu sampe rumah, rasanya maleeeeeeessss banget buat ngambil pensil dan mulai nyorat-nyoret lagi. waktu itu lagi gue pikir deadline-nya masih lama ini, tapi ternyata ga kerasa juga, sekarang deadline-nya besok. padahal dulu pas SD kalo ada lomba-lomba macem gitu, otak gue udah muter terus kayak mixer semen mikirin ide tulisan gue.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna begin to write again, but I'm too lazy to seek where the start-line is. it's hard for me to make it as my hobby again. gue ngerasa BUNTU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1082336092709236534?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1082336092709236534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1082336092709236534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1082336092709236534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1082336092709236534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/suddenly-stuck.html' title='suddenly stuck'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7332347842839574799</id><published>2009-09-15T15:44:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:50:28.713+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>freaking freak dreams</title><content type='html'>eh eh sumpah yaaa belakangan ini gue jd sering mimpi aneh banget. apa ini dikarenakan gangguan mental yg disebabkan ketaklamajumpaan gue dengan aristo? ah who knows deh ya pokoknya gue jd sering mimpi yg nggak-nggak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sq9mxpsbT7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jt2jtvw7Qek/s1600-h/lens2112675_1223615681balloon_text_comic_clouds_08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381633082922848178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sq9mxpsbT7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jt2jtvw7Qek/s320/lens2112675_1223615681balloon_text_comic_clouds_08.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 gue mimpi gue les di somewhere dan di kelas itu anak-anaknya campur campur semua deh ya bener-bener kayak es podeng. ada nadira (ohmy how much I miss yoooouuu) ito yara beberapa anak SMA beberapa anak dari 307 beberapa anak 201 dan beberapa tetangga guee. haha full of imagination banget ga zeeeeeh?&lt;br /&gt;#2 gue mimpi gue mandi di air terjun gitu. di situ tuh gue berasa kayak bener-bener mandi jadi ga ada selembar kainpun di badan gue gitu kan ya, padahal di depan gue banyak banget orang dan mereka semua pake baju dan ga ada satupun yg merhatiin gue!!! wakaka itu emang merekanya yg matanya pada katarak semua ato emang kaga ada yg minat ama gue yak?&lt;br /&gt;#3 gue mimpi gue belajar naik sepeda masa................&lt;br /&gt;*4 gue ngimpi ada yg ngintip di jendela kamar gue tiap sore. uanjreeeetttt nih mimpi ngeselin banget soalnya gara-gara itu gue jadi senantiasa selalu nutup gorden jendela kamar gue dan jadi ga brani ada di kamar tiap sore. haha pengecudh banget ya?&lt;br /&gt;#5 and the last kemaren gue mimpi nyokap gue minum minyak tanah terus tiba-tiba gue jadi nangis. gue bilang gue takut nyokap gue mati gara2 overdosis minyak tanah. hadeh apa-apaan banget deh ya nih mimpi. dan you-must-know!!! pas bangun, ternyata mata dan muka gue emang &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;udah basah oleh air mata&lt;/span&gt; . how could..............?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya gitu deh ada yg tau ga sindrom apa yg gue derita soal mimpi-mimpi aneh gue ini? ah tapi kalo ga aneh juga bukan mimpi namanya. tapi pingin deh sekali-sekali mimpi ketemu tom felton ato tom welling gitu, terus someday jadi kenyataan (pelis deh)&lt;br /&gt;okeey sori kalo cerita gua not clear cuman buang-buang space di blog gue aja, tapi ini kan blog blog gue jadi punya hak ape lu?????? yaudah deh sekian aja ya, it's time to return my laptop to my mom nih huaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;good bye my lovers good bye my fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7332347842839574799?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7332347842839574799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7332347842839574799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7332347842839574799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7332347842839574799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/freaking-freak-dreams.html' title='freaking freak dreams'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sq9mxpsbT7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jt2jtvw7Qek/s72-c/lens2112675_1223615681balloon_text_comic_clouds_08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7973441635963974400</id><published>2009-09-15T13:29:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:50:48.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Fvcking Messy HELLiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;I WANNA ESCAPE FROM THIS JAIL-HOUSE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai liburan kali ini gue bener-bener disiksa di rumah. no vacation, no handphone, no laptop, no internet, no ARISTO. I feel like I'm a toy.&lt;br /&gt;gue pingin cepet-cepet lulus SMP dan keterima SMA di TN, jadi gue bisa jauh-jauh dari rumah. walopun gue bakalan lama ga bisa kontak ama aristo dan temen-temen gue yg lainnya, it's okay lah. moga-moga gue masih bisa tahan. tp yg jelas gue ga bakal bisa tahan lebih lama lagi ada di rumah ini bareng mereka. I wanna go somewhere gue bisa bebas, gue bisa lepasss dari semua tuntutan orang tua gue. I didn't say that I don't love them. oh yes, I DO LOVE THEM A LOT. I don't hate them either. but I just prefer to be far away from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7973441635963974400?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7973441635963974400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7973441635963974400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7973441635963974400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7973441635963974400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/fvcking-messy-helliday.html' title='Fvcking Messy HELLiday'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1194698167215123681</id><published>2009-09-12T20:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:52:41.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing idea'/><title type='text'>MY OBSESSION RIGHT NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SquoVoSOGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/btgSSIbA9lo/s1600-h/violin_strad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380579269368748210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SquoVoSOGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/btgSSIbA9lo/s320/violin_strad.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the legendary antonio staradivarius violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SquosqfJyVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ux4D3FFgL3Q/s1600-h/000baq45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380579665096853842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SquosqfJyVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ux4D3FFgL3Q/s320/000baq45.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;whoa staradivarius buatan jerman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhh diliat dari sisi mana aja emang top banget ya nih biola. yang replikanya aja juga kaga papa dahhh lagian ga sanggup gue beli yg asli yg harganya bisa nyampe dua ratus jutaan. yg CUMA dua puluh jutaan juga gue jabanin deh! senior gue di tempat les biola, grace olivia, punya yg replikanya doang dan anjritttt suara biola hoffner gue udah kayak tikus kejepit dah kalo dibanding ama biolanya dia. &lt;blockquote&gt;MAU MAU MAU MAUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1194698167215123681?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1194698167215123681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1194698167215123681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1194698167215123681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1194698167215123681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-obsession-right-now.html' title='MY OBSESSION RIGHT NOW!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SquoVoSOGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/btgSSIbA9lo/s72-c/violin_strad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2102058744085212135</id><published>2009-09-12T20:06:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:52:58.958+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>jogja, how much I miss it</title><content type='html'>oh goooshhh ga tau kenapa belakangan ini gue ngebet banget bangetan pingin mudik ke jogja. masalahnya nih ya bow yaaa eke tuh udah ga pulang ke jogja hampir 2 taun!!! belom lagi taun depan kan gue harus ngurusin SMA, jd kemungkinan buat pulang ke sana jauh lebih kecil. apalagi taun ini ito jg mudik ke jogjaaaa. ahelahhhh what the hell bangetngetttt deh ya. gue kangen ama keluarga gue di sana. gue kangen ama suasana malioboro plus pasar kranggan kalo subuh-subuh. gue kangen rumah keluarga besar gue di sana yg halamannya luaaaaas banget udah kayak halamannya buckingham palace deh dijamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqufQW83_DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sWXW8P1rbw0/s1600-h/Buckingham_Palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380569283211820082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqufQW83_DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sWXW8P1rbw0/s320/Buckingham_Palace.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha importen abis deh ya. terus gue kangen ama rumah pohon di sana yg bertingkat-tingkat yg goyang-goyang kalo ketiup angin dan ada wc-nya plus sofa plus karpet buat ngasonyaa (gila kayak hotel bintang 5 banget ga sih?). dan yg paling bikin gue ngebet adalah MASAKAN EYANG-EYANG GUE di sana. uwanjirrrrr bikin dimabuk kepayang bener deh masakan mereka. kalo mami, eyang reni, eyang nisa, ama mbak-mbak di sana udah berkolaborasi, hasilnya adalah makanan yg rasanya dijamin &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;UNFORGETTABLE!!!&lt;/span&gt; mulai dari gudeg, soto, rendang (oh yeah though they're javanese they're so expert in making it, even so much tastier daripada yg ada di rumah makan orang2 padang-nya sendiri!), pokoknya semua mereka jago lahhh. kangen gue ngerasain masakan hasil kombinasi tangan-tangan eyang-eyang gue itu :''''(&lt;br /&gt;dan alih-alih jogja, taun ini gue malah merayakan lebaran di BOGOR dan CIBUBUR. etdah kurang jauh apa coba yaaa, udah kayak dari rumah gue ke masjidil haram!!! hmm beberapa keluarga gue yg dari jogja emang ada yg malah ke cibbubur sih, tapi kan tetep aja cibubur ama jogja beda banget udah kayak lautan samudra ama padang pasir T,,,,,T&lt;br /&gt;ah tau ah. pokoknya yg penting liburan kali ini moga-moga hp ama laptop gue ga disita. soalnya kalo tanpa dua benda terpenting dalem idup gue itu, mau jadi apa gue???????????&lt;br /&gt;o iya buat ito met mudik ye sayaaaang. jangan lupa bawa oleh-oleh yg banyak buat istrimu yg ditinggal selama 2 minggu lebih ini. kamu ati-ati di sana ya sayang. jgn kecapekan, rajin-rajin ngontak aku, pola makannya dijaga, jangan kepanasan jangan kedinginan (kalo kedinginan pikirin aku aja yang hot), jangan sampe sakit, harus pulang kembali ke dalam pelukan istrimu ini dalam keadaan selamat sehat wal afiat! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; gila ya udah kayak mau ditinggal ke medan perang 40 hari 40 malem aja (?)&lt;br /&gt;jangan ampe kecantol ama mbok-mbok jogja juga lho yaa. aku jg janji kok ga bakal kepincut ama a'a-a'a yg ada di bogor sana wuikikiw ♥&lt;br /&gt;met malem drivers yg mampir di blog gue semuanyaaa. tidur yg nyenyak ya jgn mikirin gue mulu ihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;didaaawh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2102058744085212135?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2102058744085212135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2102058744085212135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2102058744085212135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2102058744085212135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/jogja.html' title='jogja, how much I miss it'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqufQW83_DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sWXW8P1rbw0/s72-c/Buckingham_Palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-129595903455012498</id><published>2009-09-12T00:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:53:35.673+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>DP THR-ku Kandas Sudah</title><content type='html'>dear my blogdrivers. hhhh as usual, (untuk yang keseribu kalinya) gue insomnia. emang bawaan genetik kali ya, soalnya keluarga gue keluarga kalong banget sih. bayangin aja sekarang jarum jam yg pendek maupun yg panjang udah bertengger di atas angka 12 dan seisi rumah gue masih pd melek semua. harusnya marvel ngeluarin komik baru nih yg judulnya owl family buat nyaingin batman-nya dc (??????)&lt;br /&gt;okeeey hari ini ito berkorban jadi tukang ojek dadakan ke kemang lagi doooong! (terus? ada yg jealous gitu? wakaka). ahuahah makasih banyak ya sayang udah rela jauh-jauh dari bumi anggrek ke kemang cuma demi akyuwh :*&lt;br /&gt;abis ketemuan ama ito, gue pun langsung cabut ke rumah mami (baca : nenek gue dari nyokap) yg di pondok gede. biasa lahhh namanya anak muda diketemuin eyang-eyang suka rada ga nyambung gitu kan ya. tapi gue tetep brusaha adaptasi buat gaul ama nenek lincah-ku yg satu ituuu. terus terus kan ya pas mau pulang mami ngasih uang (yg nominalnya lebih baik tak usah disebutkan daripada lo jantungan terus stroke terus nanti masuk ICU gara-gara shock ngebayangin duit gue yg setebel tingginya menara eiffel) itung-itung DP-nya THR gitu lah yaa. dan taunya pas gue nyampe rumah, selembar dari sekian banyak duit gue itu ada yg ilang!!! spontan gue panik lah yaaaa. awalnya gue kirain ketinggalan di mobil. pas dicek taunya nihil. terus rak sepatu sampe gue buka-bukain, barangkali nyangkut di situ gitu pas gue ngelepas sendal? tapi ternyata hasilnya mengecewakan. uangnya ga gede-gede amat sihhh buat orang kaya kayak gue mah nyari duit segitu segampil boker sambil ngupil. "CUMA" Rp50.000,00 kok. tapi.... tapi.............. tetep aja gue ga rela. gue ga ikhlas. itu kan duit THR gueeee. gocap itu udah bisa dipake buat beli 2 j.cool yg couple. udah bisa dipake buat beli dua kantong kresek dvd bajakan. udah bisa dipake buat nelpon brapa jam cobaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqqOiMBkpzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RmV3rhqIrHg/s1600-h/indonesiaNEW50000-2005o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380269422841997106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqqOiMBkpzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RmV3rhqIrHg/s320/indonesiaNEW50000-2005o.JPG" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;o wahai i gusti ngurah rai aku ingin lukisan wajahmu kembali ke dalam saku celanaku&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahelah tapi apa boleh buat lah. mungkin emang bukan rejeki gue kali yaa. siangnya diapelin, malemnya keilangan duit. hhh idup tuh mungkin emang harus selalu seimbang &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; berusaha menghibur perasaan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;yaudah deh itu dulu aja artikel hari ini tentang ke-&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bad luck&lt;/span&gt;-an gue. wish me dapet rejeki yg lebih gede lagi yaaa wikikiw moga-moga lebaran nanti gue dapet duit cukup buat beli biola baru minimal yg stradivarius deh yg abalan yg harganya cuman tujupululima jutaan. amin aminnnn!&lt;br /&gt;nighty night my lovers nighty night my fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-129595903455012498?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/129595903455012498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=129595903455012498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/129595903455012498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/129595903455012498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/dp-thr-ku-kandas-sudah.html' title='DP THR-ku Kandas Sudah'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqqOiMBkpzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RmV3rhqIrHg/s72-c/indonesiaNEW50000-2005o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-308771481974165958</id><published>2009-09-11T03:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:11:15.594+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH gila gila gilaaaaa masa postingan terakhir gue pas valentine sih? hmmm a huge sorry for all of ya yang udah lama menantikan kembali kisah gue yaaaw. hihi selama sekitar tuju bulan (wot de???) belakangan ini emang gue busy busy gimana gitu susah banget nyari waktu lowong buat blogging &lt;------ yaelahhh bilang aja buntu kaga dapet inspirasi apa perlu kehadiran artikel gue yg menunjukkan the return of me ini dirayakan dengan upacara nuju bulan??? (better you shut your mouth) T,T well selama seven incredible months sejak terakhir kali gue posting ini udah banyak banget moment yg terjadi di dalam hidup gue. perlu gue sebutin satu-satu? gausah deh yaaa bejibun abis soalnya. hah ya ampuuuun tapi lo bener-bener pingin tau ya? tapi nanti jari gue kram kalo ngetik panjang-panjang. tapi berhubung kamu-kamu semua ngebet banget sampe maksa-maksa segala biar gue expand semua life story gue selama last 7 months, ya udah apa boleh buat.&lt;br /&gt;1. first, now I already have a boyfriend. remember article about ARISTO AHMAD ISNAWAN? yeah he's the guy. it's been a long long time since we got close each other, but none of us had enough courage to confess our feeling. finally he said it on my 14th birthday, April 21st 2009 at 11.30 AM. whoa my feeling at that time was soooo unspeakable! amazing and incredible! ♥ here is his picture &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sqlju9ug6WI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UHNvrDvaHw8/s1600-h/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379940888365558114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sqlju9ug6WI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UHNvrDvaHw8/s320/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;this one? oh a big no no no&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqllVeCxMDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K6_BHAswcrA/s1600-h/Tom_Welling_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379942649387102258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqllVeCxMDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K6_BHAswcrA/s320/Tom_Welling_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;hmmm mine is even so much more sexier than him (aduh please deh gan)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready? this is my boyfriend's real pictures...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqltLgDyTNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/csjNJyOYXOE/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951274222570706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqltLgDyTNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/csjNJyOYXOE/s320/100_1296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqlmvjXjjcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vXUPae7Td28/s1600-h/Photo0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379944197004692930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqlmvjXjjcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vXUPae7Td28/s320/Photo0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;love you so! muah muah! wikikiw&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. gue naik kelas tapi depresi karena ranking anjlokkk abis. inget banget tuh dulu pas kls 7 prnh dapet ranking 3 di kelas. apalagi pas esdeeee aduhduh jangan ditanya bow gini gini dulu gue andalan sekolah buat olimpiade2 gitu deh (pamer). lah pas kelas lapan? ranking 10 gan SEPULUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. gue pindah kelas lia jd hari sabtu dan sekelas with my beloved aristo again! hihi seneng dasyat deh eke bow&lt;br /&gt;4. my lovely sweety best friend, nadira rachmianti hartanto, had to move on to rawangun. dia skrg udah jadi sekutu. kepindahan dia sempet bikin gue down abis. stelah dia pindah banyak bgt masalah yg dtg bertubi-tubi di kehidupan gue. apa dia itu semacem jimat ye?&lt;br /&gt;5. gue masuk kelas 9a yg kayak neraka banget deh kalo dibanding 8c. apalagi kalo inget kelas 8c yg dulu tuh serunya paraaaaah. semuanya kompak. semuanya berbaur ga pandang cewek cowok bahkan yg kelaminnya diragukan pun jg tetep gaul ama semuanya. sementara 9A???? nightmare sangat deh dijamin (Y). tapi gue jadi punya hobi baru di kelas ini (baca : TIDURRRRR). moga-moga aja dengan berjalannya waktu gue jadi lebih bisa adaptasi yaaa&lt;br /&gt;6. gue sempet jalan beberapa kali ama ito tapi seperti biasa karena kami cinta bekasi dan ga mau orang2 rumah khawatir karena kami pergi terlalu jauh, maka kami cuma nonton di giant ama mm. tp walopun deket juga gue udah puas banget kok, soalnya ada cowok tampan yg mendampingi gue selama jalan ;)&lt;br /&gt;7. kelas gue (yg annoying itu) dapet juara 3 di lomba tarik tambang + hias kelas! seneng sih, Alhamdulillah. tapi dari kelas 7 ampe kelas lapan kelas gue slalu jd yg juara 1. ahelah emang hokinya rada menurun ya di kelas ini&lt;br /&gt;8. ito main ke kemang beberapa kali. and the first time he came into my house, it was so................. fabulous. my feeling couldn't be described at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;9. gue ga ikut sanram, alhasil gue harus ngapalin an-naba + an-naziat = 40 + 46 = 86 ayat! ow em jeeeh emang kaga tanggung2 ya guru alajar nyiksanya. and do ya know my score? an-naba = 75 (what a jerk) dan an-naziat abis libur lebaran.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'M CRAZY ON TOM FELTON!!!! gatau kenapa smentara orang lain bilang mukanya serem, licik, ngeselin, etc., gue malah jatuh hati ssma pemeran draco malfoy ini. dibanding danrad ato rupgrint, menurut gue cakepan tom felton ke mana-mana lahhh. mukanya itu loh adorable banget kalo lg off-air, ga kayak di film yg kesannya dingiiiiiiin terus. nih buktinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnPUrdgPaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mri_Oy2PWBQ/s1600-h/TOM+FELTON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059184041573794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnPUrdgPaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mri_Oy2PWBQ/s320/TOM+FELTON.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;anjritttt bikin dimabuk kepayang abis&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnQN75MRTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jn9HEryjsAw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380060167705216306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnQN75MRTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jn9HEryjsAw/s320/8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;YANG INI JUGA!!! whoa kapaaaan ye gue bisa ketemu nih cowok atu?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnQraQnP8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xU2BQoGO-qc/s1600-h/16810846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380060674072723394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SqnQraQnP8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xU2BQoGO-qc/s320/16810846.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;tuh kaan ternyata bukan cuma gue doang yg terpikat akan ketampanannya&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM FELTON MUAH! :*&lt;br /&gt;11. and now I'm having a long long holiday. it's 3 weeks! yoohooooooooooooo! hope this holiday won't be as terrible as the last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy itu dulu aja deh ya artikel yg membuktikan ke-return-an keeksisan gue di blogger. muehehe doain ogut dong biar ga males posting-posting lagiii jd blog-nya ga karatan deh. oya don't forget to check out me and aristo's blog. udah gue link kok di sebelah kanan situ. hmmm gue mau mencoba tidur karena skrg udah jam..... WHAT???? 4 o'clock in the morning, babe! yaudah deh ya mendingan sekalian saur dulu. bye all met nyaurrrr ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-308771481974165958?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/308771481974165958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=308771481974165958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/308771481974165958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/308771481974165958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/Sqlju9ug6WI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UHNvrDvaHw8/s72-c/1709-alex-pettyfer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7786253184739102381</id><published>2009-02-14T19:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:08:40.717+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>so humiliating</title><content type='html'>halloh para blogwalkers di mana pun kalian beradaaa. (ciecie kirance uda mulai eksis lg nih skarang awhaha)&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini yaa, pas hari senen kmaren kan gue djmpt dr skolah ama nyokap. naah pas di dpn gerbang sklh, di blakang motor nyokap tu ada mbak-mbak gitu yg naik motor juga, rambutnya di-roll. spontan gue ama nykp langsung pandang-pandangan terus ngakak pas ngliat tu si mbak-mbak.&lt;br /&gt;gue : huahahaha aneh-aneh aja ya ma&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : ckck mbak-mbak masa kini&lt;br /&gt;gue : wuihihi gawul tapi gatau malu&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : (diam sesaat). hm, emangny kamu kira mama pny malu?&lt;br /&gt;gue : ha? emg rambut mama di-roll juga?&lt;br /&gt;tapi terus gue mikir. rambut nykp gue kan udh keriting, apany yg mau di-roll? ato jangan-jangan..................................... rambut-rambut yg lainnya yg di-roll? (oops).&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : kamu liat ke bawah dong&lt;br /&gt;gue : (langsung ngliat ke bagian roda) ga ada apa-apa tu ma&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : haduuuh ya jelas nihil lah kalo kamu liatny ke situ. liat ke kaki mama maksudnya&lt;br /&gt;gue : (melotot *tapi sayangny mata gue gabisa melotot, tapi bagi gue segitu tuh uda melotot bnget wehehe). HEH???&lt;br /&gt;ohmaygaaaat, ibuku hanya mngenalkan sebelah alas kaki. apa nyokap gue lg brusaha tmpil beda ya? semacem jadi trendsetter gituh. z&lt;br /&gt;gue : masya oloh, trnyata aku berada di motor yg sama dgn orang yg jauh lbh malu-maluin drpd mbak-mbak tadi. sendal mama emg ke mn ma?&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : (nyengir) hehe nyebur ke got pas mau beli bensin. mama males bli bensin di pertamina, jd beli di kampung blakang aja. eh taunya di kanan-kiri jalanny ada got lebar-lebar pdhl jalanny udh kyk catwalk (baca : jalanan buat kucing)&lt;br /&gt;gue : terus?&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : yaa terus mama kjeblos deh. sendalny masuk got, udh mau diambilin am tukang bensinny, tapi mama ga tega, gotnya penuh sampah soalnya. ni aja mama blm cuci kaki. baunya msh asli loh&lt;br /&gt;gue : hadoh mama-ku yang cuanteeeeek, pntesan papa makin sayang. emang makhluk langka mama-ku ini. tiada tara dah&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : ihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaaa my mom must be crazyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7786253184739102381?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7786253184739102381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7786253184739102381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7786253184739102381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7786253184739102381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-humiliating.html' title='so humiliating'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2012706516949130298</id><published>2009-02-08T08:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:08:15.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz</title><content type='html'>what a nice morning! haha dari gue baru melek ampe skarang cuacany mendung mulu, dingin-dingin gimanaaa gitu, bikin gue mikir dua kali dulu sbelum bener-bener bangun. tapi skalinya mata gue udah kebuka, trnyata gabisa dmeremin lagi. pdhl baru jam stengah lima pagi loh. ihihi tumbeeen&lt;br /&gt;gue bingung mau ngpain masih subuh-subuh bgitu. awalny sh gue mutusin buat ndngerin lagu-lagu di laptop aja. (huehuehue pdhl gue mau ngpain aja juga tetep aja tu lagu bakal gue nyalain). tapi lama-lama boring juga yaa. abis itu gue pun iseng ngeliat kluar jndela. gelap.......... dan gerimis. and then I had this crazy idea. gatau gimana, knapa, dan kesambet apa, suddenly gue kpikiran buat naik sepeda smbl ujan-ujanan. sndirian. saat itu juga. gelap-gelapan. lalu dgn diem-diem gue kluar ke teras dan ngeluarin speda. asli, dingiiiiiiin dasyaat. tapi gue pingin, dan rasa kepingin gue itu pun mngalahkan rasa dingin yg teramat menusuk. eh tapi ada yg ketinggalaaaaan. hape ama headset gue masih di dalem rumah. stelah gue ambil tu hape ama headset, gue pun lngsung lepas landas.&lt;br /&gt;first song, I listened back home - yellowcard. gue nyetel tu lagu smbl muter-muterin lpangan kemang 2. bener-bener sepiiiii bnget. tapi suasanany enak, udarany msh seger. stlh lagu prtama abis, gue dengerin failure's not flattering - new found glory. hihi brhubung masih belom ada orang di jalanan, gue jadi bisa ngdengerin lgu smbl nyanyi-nyanyi sndiri. nikmat bet daah. trus gue pun mengendarai speda keluar kemang 2 (smpet disapa satpam di pos), menyusuri pinggiran kali kemang, dan smpe di ruko kemang 1. spanjang prjalaan dari kemang 2 ke ruko laguny ganti-ganti, hehe gue lupa apa ajaaa.&lt;br /&gt;stelah itu gue muter-muter di daerah ruko, mulai dari pelangi smpe hero. tapi gue ga brani nglewatin ruko yg bagian blakang. masih gelap bngt abisnya. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;trus truuus, gue ke kemang 3. di sana cuma bntar, cuma nglewatin masjidnya, nglewatin rumahny ki kusumo (anjiiiiiir ngibrit gua ngliat penjaga-pnjagany), ama nglewatin depan rumah gue yg dulu. ehehe nostalgia. abis itu gue ke patung kemang, menyusuri spanjang jalan kemang pratama raya, trus balik dh ke kemang 2. sebelum pulang gue smpet keliling-keliling kemang 5 dulu, tapi di sana ada anjing yg pernah ngejar ade gue, mkany terus gue ga berani lanjut. wehehe&lt;br /&gt;and finally, I went back home. huaaaaah, udah baju basah, ingus meler, muka msih kucel, pkokny bener-bener bikin ilfil siapapun yg ngliat. tapi gue puas buangetzz karena udh nglakuin hal yg ngga penting kayak tadi. abzzt&lt;br /&gt;now I'm drinking a glass of hot chocolate (I made it by myself, and hmmmmmm, makes your tongue melt), while writing on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;okeey deh.. itu aja kayakny yg bisa gue bagi di blog kali ini. huuuft, nanti malem harus blajar matematika dh. besok ulangaaaaan! tapi ulanganny aneh dh. jadi to be continued gituh. minggu lalu udh smpt ngerjain, tapi blm slese, jadi dilanjutin besok dh. ck dasar si puji basuki&lt;br /&gt;-__-Zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you, blogwalkeeers. have a nice day and take care yaa&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2012706516949130298?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2012706516949130298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2012706516949130298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2012706516949130298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2012706516949130298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/02/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2205348744130368186</id><published>2009-02-08T08:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:13:39.560+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>selingan</title><content type='html'>3 years ago, in a fruit store...&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : (menghampiri daerah duku. bergumam tak jelas)&lt;br /&gt;gue : napa ma?&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : masya Allah dukunya seupil-upil&lt;br /&gt;gue : lha berarti upil mama seduku-duku dong?&lt;br /&gt;nyokap : -_______------''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2205348744130368186?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2205348744130368186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2205348744130368186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2205348744130368186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2205348744130368186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/02/selingan.html' title='selingan'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3212466630574927917</id><published>2009-02-05T19:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:19:07.593+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>barbie girl</title><content type='html'>sumpah yeee kaga tau knapa mungkin karena stress gara-gara ulngan plus homework yg bejibun dari skolah, yg jelas weekend minggu lalu mndadak selera gue jd berubah drastis seratuslapanpulu derajat. jadi gini ya kawan kawaaan. yg namany weekend itu kan so pasti holidei ya. nah as usual, gue bingung mau ngpain. tyuz tyuz skitar jam 11 minggu siang, gue ngliat kepala boneka berbi gue yg bodinya uda gatau ke mana. hiiii ceritany jd kyk korban mutilasi gityu dech&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirny dari situ gue dapet hidayah ttg apa yg mau gue lakuin! lalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;hehe dan gue pun memutuskn utk nonton pelem barbiiiee. berhubung dlu papa mama gue prnh pny rental vcd (baca: pamer), jadiny koleksi film barbie gue komplitplitplitpliiit. mulai dari yg nutcracker, rapunzel, swan lake, princess and the pauper, fairytopia, twelve dancing princess, pkokny semua gue tnton ampe mabok. dan sumpah ya, gue ngiri dasyat ngliat barbie-barbie yg ada di smua film itu (dan ending-nya yg selalu happily ever after) ! cuantek-cuantek tenan coooy.&lt;br /&gt;apalagi pas ngliat kelly nya. ow em ji, kira kira mngkin ngga ya anak gue nnti jdiny kyk begitu? zyxvuabehnpyjohaioagjsmgfk&lt;br /&gt;huahahaha harus liat bibit bebet bobotny dulu lah yaa (mksudnya liat dulu kualitas org tuany kyk gmna. kira kira mungkin kaga nghasilin anak seimut ituh? ngoooook -__- )&lt;br /&gt;and I can't decide my favorite one. gue gatau cerita barbie yg mana yg paling gue demen. yg jelas gue perhatiin gambar di barbie in the nutcracker ama gmbr di barbie as the rapunzel itu beda bnget yaa. kalo yg nutcracker msh keliatan bngt kartunny, tp kalo rapunzel udah lbh alus gituh.&lt;br /&gt;belum puas nnton berbi, gue lnjutin dgn nntn the terminal, a cinderella story, thunderbirds, ama the journey to the center of the earth. weeew kontras bnget ya? huakhauhauhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkey deh. sekian dulu artikel gue kali ini. thankies soso for reading it. yuksiyudadababai my honey lovely sweety blogwalkeeeeers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3212466630574927917?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3212466630574927917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3212466630574927917' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='melody of mine'/><title type='text'>Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>I'm tuggin' out my hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm pulling out my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;I know it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my feet&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks are turning red&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the words inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;You're worth it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I wanna blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could see what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't do me any good&lt;br /&gt;It's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;What use is it to you&lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ain't coming out&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I just tell you that I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;You're worth it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I wanna blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could see what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my tongue?&lt;br /&gt;These words keep slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I'm stutter, I'm stumble off&lt;br /&gt;Like I've got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;You're worth it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I wanna blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could see what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;These things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha well, gatau knp dari dlu smpe skrg tiap kali dnger ni lagu pasti gue selalu senyam-senyum sndiri kyk orang................... edan.&lt;br /&gt;yaa ga gitu juga si. tapi kalo dpikir-pikir emang lagu ini mnurut gue lirikny cucok dan paaass bnget buat cewek yg lg falling in love. gue sndiri juga ngerasa bgitu. kadang suka timbul khayalan-khayalan atau harapan-harapan yg impossible dlm otak gue tntang orang yg gue suka (walopun ga nympe separah ini), but that's really really hard to say, aplgi diwujudkan. bnyk bnget yg pingin gue ungkapin ke dia, gue minta dari dia, but I know if I do that, I will be such as a bitch girl. wahahahaa. jngankan ngmong yg kyk beginian. baru ngbrolin hal yg gapenting aja ama dia kdang gue udh suka gugup duluan stngah mampus.. kalo cuma ngayal doang sh kaga pape laah. no one can limit your imagination. yg jelas, gue suka bngetbngetan ama lagu ini karena walopun kesannya cetek dan murahan, tapi sebenernya liriknya itu ngena banget ke dalem ati, akal, dan pikiran. four thumbs up for avril!!&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3260987149228595280?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3260987149228595280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3260987149228595280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3260987149228595280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3260987149228595280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-ill-never-say-avril-lavigne.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Never Say - Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5239900145906543041</id><published>2009-01-09T16:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:19:07.594+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>apaataulah</title><content type='html'>gileeei, uda lumayan lama juga ye gue kaga nge-post artikel baru? (lumayan? JEGEEEER)&lt;br /&gt;tapi di sela kesibukan gue yg padatny ga kira-kira, skrg gue smpet-smpetin dah ni blogging lagi demi elu-elu semua pembaca setiaku emmuah muaaah. ini aja gue nulisny lwt hape. ngooook, maksa bet yaa? -,-&lt;br /&gt;ngahaha lanjuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmh, bingung jg sh mau nulis apa. kehidupn gue sehari-hari selalu penuh warna-warni soalny, jd bingung mau nulis yg mana.&lt;br /&gt;paling hari ini td gue ngbikin kue dari marie biscuits bareng ama lapan ce buat bazaar besok. (tapi brhubung gue gatahan, jdiny skitar sepertujuhpuluhempat adonanny gue makanin sndiri dh. wuihihi)&lt;br /&gt;yg jelas skrg ini gue lagi tatuuuut buanjetz. wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;yaaa gimana gua kaga takut?? bsok terima rapot coooy. cakilah, siapa sh yg nyiptain rapot prtama kali? ketek banget emang tu orang, bikin nyokap gue emosi aja deh. pdhl tjuan utama kita skola kan buat ngdpetin ilmu sbnyak-bnyakny, bukan buat nilai. ya ngga sih ya kan iya doong.&lt;br /&gt;ah yg jelas gue cuman bisa pasrah aja dah. mau diapain juga kata pa begay ntu rapot uda dicetak, kaga bkal bs diubah. tapiiii............................................ kalo ranking gue anjlok lagi gimana?? elaah, siapa seh yg prtama kali bikin ranking-rankingan?! bener-bener pingin gua gorok daah. (paling jg tu orang udah modar, kir.)&lt;br /&gt;pdhl harusny yg jadi patokan kita itu nilainy kan, bukan ranking-nya? hadoh hadoooh, tapi nyokap gua mana bs diajk kmpromi kyk bgtuan? ranking ancur, nyampe rumah gue juga langsung ancur dah digaplok ama nyokap. graawrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God, the only thing I ask of You is to make my score in my school report getting better than before. would You like to help me, God? pleeaseeee.&lt;br /&gt;ngiahahaha lagu epenjet jadi kacau begini dah. tapi lanjut laah, moga-moga Dia ngdengerin dan do'a gue terkabul. aaamin! wish myself all the best&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5239900145906543041?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5239900145906543041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5239900145906543041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5239900145906543041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5239900145906543041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2009/01/apaataulah.html' title='apaataulah'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3011086333972212212</id><published>2008-11-18T23:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:09:15.445+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>Aristo Ahmad Isnawan</title><content type='html'>eheeem. ini dia orang yg gapernah gue sangka bakalan gue kenal, tapi gataunya skrg dia mlh jadi salah satu orang yg jdi bgian trpenting dlm hidup gue. ckckck, ko bisa yaa? ahahaii, dan karena dia baru aja nulis tntang gue di blog-nya, kali ini gue juga gantian mau ng-post artikel tntang dia.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;well, aristo atau biasa dipanggil 'ito' yg memiliki nama pnggilan masa kecil 'ayikto', seorang cowo tulen yg lahir di jogjakarta tgl 13 juni 1994, pelajar alazhar 6 jakapermai jhs, duduk di kelas 9D, gitaris band accident of fortune, dan jga tercatat sbgai salah satu siswa lia galaxi level intermediate 4. (bujut dah, mau bkin biografi lu, kir? hehe). dulu gue prnh skelas sma dia di lia slama krng lbih 9 bulan dari level fsc 4 smpe fsc 6, tpi skrg kita udh pisah kelas karena beda jam, dia jam 3 sdangkan gue jam 5. huuft. tapi walopun kita pernah skelas, jstru gue bisa knal dan akrab sma dia lewat ym. pas msih skelas dulu, gue sma dia tuh udah kyk mobil ama pohon di pnggir jalan tol, kyk orang yg lagi sehat seger buger sama rumah sakit, zz, alias kaga ada hbunganny sama skali. haha, jngankn ngbrol, tatap-tatapan pun ngga pernah! sampe pd suatu hari gue nemuin fs plus ym-nya dia. dan tanpa diduga, trnyata kita malah jdi deket bnget smpe skarang. gue jg msh suka heran, apa yg ngbikin kita itu bisa cocok, pdhl tadiny gue itu pure bukan siapa-siapa buat ito dan bgitu jg sbalikny. tapi stlh gue pikir-pikir, yes, there are so many reasons why we could be best friends. (weew, blajar bahasa jepang di mana lu, kir? *goblok*).&lt;br /&gt;prtma, krna ito itu adalah orang yg paling bsa ngrtiin gue. dia slalu ada stiap saat gue btuh, dia orang yg slalu bisa ngilangin rasa bosen gue walopun gue lgi sebete apapun, dia itu pndengar skaligus pmbicara yg amat sngat baik, dn gue bsa ngrasa kalo dia nglakuin itu smua dgn tulus.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;terus, sgala ssuatu yg gue omongin ke dia psti nyambung. gatau knapa, slalu adaaa aja yg bisa kita omongin stiap kali kita lg ngbrol, smsan, ato chat. pdhl biasany gue sering bngt khilangn bahan pmbicaraan kalo lg sama org lain, ato bahasa gawulnya speechless. hwehe.&lt;br /&gt;second, bnyak bngt ksamaan antra gue dan dia. mulai dari sama-sama hobi mkan, selera musik kita jg bnyk yg sama (bahkan boyband favorit gue pas msih kecil jg sma kyk dia, westlife!), sampe sifat nykp kita brdua yg sama-sama sensi kalo ngliat anakny lgi megang hape (haha, senasib-sependeritaan kita, to).&lt;br /&gt;the third reason, menurut gue ito itu bner-bner nyaris perpek daah! (perfect maksut gue. tau kan artinya? itu loh, yg artinya daster. *lha? ngelawak dah gua. haha*). bayangin aja, dia itu udh baik bnget, pinter, jago main gitar, sneng olah raga, udah gitu anakny asik pula. (beuh, ati-ati pala lu mentok kena atep rumah, to. ahaha).&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;yg jelas, sjak knal ama dia hidup gue jdi terasa jauh lbih fun. walopun pulsa gue jdi cepet abisny, tp itu sma skali ga ada apa-apany dbanding smua yg slama ini udah dia kasih ke gue. he's really my true friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;tapi belakangan ini ada satu yg gue takutin... bentar lg ito msuk SMA, dan dia bkalan pindah ke jogja. huaaaa, gue tkut bnget kalo sampe lost contact ama lo, tooo! gue gamau kalo smpe prsahabatan ini brakhir, dan gue slalu brharap smg kita bkalan trus ttep saling kontak walopun kepisah jarak sjauh apapun juga. aamin, ya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna say, makasih karena lw udah brsedia jadi sahabat trbaik yg prnah ada buat gue ya, to.. sama skali gapernah terlintas di pikiran gue sbelumnya kalo gue bisa jadi sahabat lw. sampe kpanpun, gue rasa gue bkalan susah buat nmuin orang lain kayak lw yg bener-bener bisa sehati dan sdket ini sama gue (spesies langka dah lw, to. wkwkwk, kidding).&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi, makasih banyak, my greatest friend ever after...&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3011086333972212212?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3011086333972212212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3011086333972212212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3011086333972212212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3011086333972212212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/11/aristo-ahmad-isnawan.html' title='Aristo Ahmad Isnawan'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5513917657448774351</id><published>2008-11-17T21:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:13:03.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>incident of a pair of sandals</title><content type='html'>grrr rasanya masih ghedeg banget gue tiap kali inget kjadian ini. hmm, yaaah, kdang sambil cengar-cengir ga karuan sih.. tapi skitar 80 persen nya ya jelas gondok buangget lah. jadi begindang ceritanya...&lt;br /&gt;waktu itu seperti biasa, gue solat dengan sbagian besar mcweird family. dari awal wudhu juga gue uda mule curiga, kalo emang ada yg lagi kaga beres ama ntu sanak sodara gue, trutama sepupu distro dan si kembar 'terbelakang' fina-nita. trus pas kita udah selese solat dan mau balik dari masjid menuju sekolah, eh tiba-tiba sendal (betakan) gue ngilang dua-duanya. spontan, gue pun lngsung histeris mikirin gimana kalo gue hrus nyeker nyampe lantai 4!&lt;br /&gt;well, walopun gue sendiri ngedapetin sendal itu dngn cara nemu, tapi ntu sendal emang udah menyatu bnget dengan sikil gue. bayangin aje doong, udah dua bulan lebih gue nemu dan make ntu sendal (berhubung sendal gue yg lama udah ilang), dan sang empunya masih belom keliatan tanda-tandanya juga! brarti tu sendal emang rejeki gue kan? ahahaii.&lt;br /&gt;tapi trnyata setelah gue panik histeris ke mana mana nyariin sendal itu, eh taunya si nita lagi asik nyoba-nyoba ntu sendal keramat smbil brkomentar gajebo. mulai dari tu sendal gede bngetlah, ga enak dipake gara-gara bekas gue lah, tapi teteup aja do'i pewe ngemake sendal (temuan) gue itu. dan akhirnya kita pun sepakat buat tukeran sendal, cuma sampe lante 4. naah, pas gue udah nyampe lante empat, gue pun meletakkan sendal nita kembali di lokernya dalam posisi yg amt sangat rapi dan apik (umm, padahal cuman gue tumpuk gitu aja sih di atas sendalnya fina xP ). tapi sungguh oh sungguh, balasan yg diberikan oleh nita sangatlah tidak setimpal. pas gue masuk kelas dan mau make sepatu, posisi sepatu gue bener-bener aneh bin ajaib. yg sebelah diiket di tiang meja barengan sama sebelah sendal gue, smentara yg sebelahnya lagi ngilang, lenyap entah ke mana bserta kaos kaki gue di dalemnya, pdhl sebelum solat tuh udah jelas jelas gue taro di kolong meja! dan tiba-tiba trdengar suara terkikik-kikik anak-anak yg ada di ruangan kelas itu. gue sma skali ga nyadar apa pnyebabnya, sampe pandangan gue tertuju ke arah pojok atas sblh kiri papan tulis. omigot, sepatu plus sendal plus kaos kaki gue ditaro di situuu!! aaaaaaarrghhhh nitaaaaa pingin gue colok tu pantatnya pake pulpen uuuughh&lt;br /&gt;x'((&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya sudah laah. sbgai seorang mukmin yg sabar, gue harus brusaha menahan diri. walopun ni muka rasanya udah kaga tau mau taro di mana saking malunya, tapi gue brusaha untuk tetap mnjaga emosi. emang sih, smpet kepikir ide buat nyincang si nita, terus ngegorok lehernya, dan kbetulan gue jga dapet inspirasi dari ofi buat nyilet lehernya tu anak di dpan victory (lha?), tapi smua niat tercela itu gue urungkan karena gue anggep trlalu lebay. dan nita bisa menghapus semua dosa-dosa dan ksalahannya itu ke gue dengan satu cara, yaitu dengan ngasih gue PEJEEEEEE !!! nitaaaaaa, mna eje lo? ckck, jadian ama kaka kelas ko sma sekali ga ada konfirmasinya, sih?? masya oloh nit, selama ini lo nganggep gue apa? gue cuma ngarepin relationship tax doang. udah, itu aja ko, sama skali ngga lebih dan NGGA KURANG. ahahahaii&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oia, buat sekedar informasi, buat ngejalanin rencana bengisnya ini nita ditemani oleh dua orang kroni yg sama terbelakang mentalnya, yaitu distria dan fina. huehe, piiiiiss mamen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5513917657448774351?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5513917657448774351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5513917657448774351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5513917657448774351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5513917657448774351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/11/accident-of-pair-of-sandals.html' title='incident of a pair of sandals'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8091261930748964513</id><published>2008-11-15T00:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:10:04.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>iseng</title><content type='html'>wew para blogger yg terhormat, sudah lama juga ya saya tidak update blog saya yg tercinta muah muah ini? *hadoh lebay*&lt;br /&gt;tapi brhubung skrg nyokap lagi ngijinin gue buat ol di komputer (kesempatan yg amat sangat langka!), yasud, gue manfaatin aja deey buat ng-blogging. ahahaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh, berita yg paling up to date saat ini tntang gue adalah.......... nilai rapot bayangan gue yg ancur. sumpaaah, ga nahan bnget nilai-nilai gue! mulai dari angka cepek hingga limapuluhtujuh, semuanya menghiasi rapot gue yang oh sungguh sialan itu. tapi serius, ini rapot terancur yang pernah gue terima! begitu gue ngeliat ntu rapot, gue langsung speechless, dan ga lama kemudian gue melakukan tindakan yang sangat memalukan, yaitu nangis di depan kelas orang. wuahaha, abisnya emosi gue udah kaga bisa dibendung lgi sih, jadi apa boleh buat??&lt;br /&gt;dan persis di hari yg sama saat pembagian rapot itu, gue mengalami berbagai macam kesialan lainnya yg gue rasa ga bkal mungkin gue tulis di sini. gilaaaa, that was the worst day ever in my life!&lt;br /&gt;x'(&lt;br /&gt;terusterus, beberapa hari stelah rapot bayangan dbagiin, bapak eno guru matematika kami tersayang *hoek* pun mengumumkan nilai ulngan mat gue yang *jreng eng ing eng* jauh di luar harapan, alias ancur total. jeblok dasyat.&lt;br /&gt;gatau knapa, belakangan ini nilai gue emang menurun drastis. apalagi kalo dibandingkan dengan nilai-nilai seorang adhika widya sena! aaaarghh sial, pingin gue kempesin ntu idungnya yg segede botol kecap. (beuh perumpamaan gue ngga beud dah)&lt;br /&gt;but I'm serious. ada yg tau ngga gimana caranya supaya nilai-nilai gue bisa ningkat lagi tanpa perlu belajar yg giat? *buahaha pertanyaan yg amat sangat bodoh dan tidak logis*&lt;br /&gt;huft. gue rasa cukup sekian deh cerita mngenai uneg-uneg gue blakangan ini... yg punya saran buat ngedongkrak nilai gue, I'm waiting for your comments yaa. tengkyu all, guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8091261930748964513?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8091261930748964513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8091261930748964513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8091261930748964513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8091261930748964513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/11/iseng.html' title='iseng'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2490325253182699906</id><published>2008-11-02T00:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:13:29.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>briliant moment at the security post</title><content type='html'>buat pertama kalinya, gue bener-bener ngalamin curhat yg sesungguhny ke orang lain dan gue ngerasa plong bnget sesudahnya. waktu itu sekitar jam stngah empat, ngga lama setelah kita ngerayain pesta kecil-kecilan ulang taunnya nadira. awalnya gue cuma duduk di pos satpam buat ngabisin waktu, berhubung gue paling males yg namany pulang ke rumah dan rasany sayang aja kalo hari jumat gitu pulang cepet-cepet. reike ada di situ nemenin gue. kita cuma ngbrol biasa dan saling ngocol, tapi tiba-tiba gatau knapa kita jadi mulai sharing satu sama lain. gue cerita soal semua masalah-masalah gue, uneg-uneg gue, pokoknya gue curahin semua yg slama ini gue simpen sendiri ke reike. begitu juga sebaliknya. pada saat itu gue ngerasain yg namany curhat yg sesungguhnya. gue ngrasa wktu itu bener-bener didengerin, diperhatiin, dan gue ngerasa puas banget setelah nyeritain semua yang jadi beban gue selama ini ke reike. kita saling ngasih nasehat, pendapat, dan juga berbagi saran. walopun udah jadi resiko kalo ngobrol ama reike itu pasti jadiny ngakak, tapi tetep aja gue ngerasa lega bngt bisa nyeritain isi hati gue ke dia. hal-hal yg selama ini belum pernah gue ceritain ke orang lain sbelumnya, semuany gue tumpahin ke reike pada waktu itu juga. reike emang sbar bnget buat ngdengerin stiap kata-kata yg meluncur gitu aja dari mulut gue, dan sebisa mungkin gue juga brusaha melakukan hal yg sama pas dia gantian melimpahkan perasaanny ke gue. that's really really a perfect moment for me. makasih banyak rei, karena lo udah mau ngedengerin gue.. belum pernah ada yg bisa ngertiin gue sdalem itu sebelumnya. kata-kata yg lo ucapin waktu itu ke gue ngebuat gue jadi terus mikir dan mulai memutuskan untuk ngelakuin apa yg seharusny dari dulu gue lakuin. semua yg kita omongin di pos satpam waktu itu bener-bener berarti bnget buat gue. dan mkasih juga karena lo udah mercayain gue sbagai tempat curhat lo.. I really really love you, my best friend. gue butuh lebih banyak lagi temen yg bisa kayak lo. thank you very much, reike..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2490325253182699906?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2490325253182699906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2490325253182699906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2490325253182699906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2490325253182699906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/11/briliant-moment-at-security-post.html' title='briliant moment at the security post'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2976508569021731955</id><published>2008-10-22T02:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:39:22.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight blogging</title><content type='html'>huft. malem ini gatau knapa, susah bnget buat gue untuk tidur dan terjatuh ke alam mimpi.. yaudah, berhubung g ada krjaan lain, gue blogging aja. tapi bingung juga sh, tngah malem gni apa yg mau diomongin coba?? ah udahlah, lanjuut. kalo gue ngmongin soal band, gapapa kan? *bodo amat orang mau bilang papa ato kaga. blog blog gua*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh. avril lavigne, good charlotte, fall out boy, daughtry, saosin, mcr, sum 41, incubus, simple plan, new found glory, one republic, alicia keys, p!atd, avenged sevenfold (TOMORROW NIGHT!), dkk. uda pada mejeng semua ke indonesia, tapi ga ada satupun yg gue tonton. bahkan bntar lgi mau ada akon, ashanti, etc. yg juga mau mampir ke sini. tapi kapan gue bisa nonton mreka??! aaargh, slalu aja ada halangan buat nonton konser yg mungkin bagi sbagian orang dianggep udah biasa.. tapi gue sama skali belon pernah ngalamin! mulai dari skandal uts, problema waktu, dan (yang syudah pasti) kendala biaya, itu semua sukses ngbuat gue gagal nnton konser-konser band ato penyanyi luar negeri yg akhirny liputannya cuma bisa gue baca di majalah. pernah sh skali dtawarin nyokab nnton konsernya *eng ing eng!* kangen band.. tapi sori ye mak, ngliat tampang vokalisny aja gua uda kaga napsu! hwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sumpah dh, wlopun gue gabisa maen gitar, buat skali ini aja gue pengen bnget ngliat synyster gates ama zacky vengeance nglakuin prmainan gitar mreka yg anjrit keren abis scara langsung di depan mata kepala gue. tapi seperti kata nyokab, itu adalah 'hil yang mustahal'. huuft&lt;br /&gt;x'(&lt;br /&gt;yah, tapi apa boleh buat? gue yg merencanakan, tapi trnyta nyokab uda ngrncanain jauh lbih mateng drpd gue, dan so pasti Tuhan bkal milih nyokab's plan. why life is so unfair?? *wkaka, suer, kaga nyante abis dah lu kiir.. haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan..... hoahm, mata gue pun skarang uda kayak org cina, sipit saking nguantuknya. hehe, mklum, uda jam stngah tiga.. yauda dh. gue pamit ngorok yaa. see you until my next article!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2976508569021731955?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2976508569021731955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2976508569021731955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2976508569021731955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2976508569021731955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/10/midnight-blogging.html' title='midnight blogging'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3083413400351016687</id><published>2008-10-07T11:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:49:15.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lebaran euuuy - ekor</title><content type='html'>- sambungan dari artikel sebelumnyaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buset. kaga elit bngt dah tu oraang. tapi di antara sampah-sampah itu, egie nemuin satu butir biji salak. akhirnya dia pun dapet hidayah, buat main nyari biji salak di dlm kolam! pesertany cuma gue, om bagus, ama egie. anjriiiit, dari sekian kali lemparan biji salak tersebut, yg berhasil gw tangkep cuma 1! itupun karena om bagus ngalah dan egie kcapekan. aaargh, ngeselin bnget&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;terus tante gw, bi vivi, ikut gabung jugaa. eh, tapi bukanny ngbntuin gw, dia malah ngumpetin biji salaknya di bawah kakinya. grrr, gw ama egie uda teriak-teriak kyak apaan tau dah. hehe. setelah cape maen lempar-cari biji salak *dengan hasil gw 3 poin, om bagus belasan poin, bi vivi lebih bnyk ngumpetin, dan egie top scorer* dan didukung dgn ujan yg tiba-tiba lngsung turun deres, semuany pun naik ke atas. sempet nyemil sbntar, bersih-bersih bdan, makan pop mie, trus abis itu kita pulang. malem itu lagi-lagi kita nginep di indraprasta. tapi bedany pasangan sekamar gw ganti, dari bella jadi teh citra, kaka spupu gw. tp trnyta dia uda tepar dluan, jadi gw main ke kamar cowo. mulai dari main catur, main gitar, main hape, saling ngata-ngatain, semuanya kita jabanin. tapi mata gw udah ga tahan lagi, jadi gw balik ke kamar cewe sekitar jam 2an. bruuk, dan gw pun langsung tertidur pules&lt;br /&gt;4th day : hari ini, sepupu gw, oki ama rio harus balik ke semarang. andri-bella-chandra juga harus pulang ke bndung. huuft, pasukan pun jadi brkurang dh.. trutama karna ga ada andri yg tiap hari slalu rusuuh, jadinya ga rame dh aah. trus ga ada chandra si bayi yg bisa digodain.. huhuu.&lt;br /&gt;setelah kpulangan sepupu-sepupu gw itu, sisa pasukkan pun lebih bnyak diem. ada yg sms-an (gue tepatnya), ada yg main the sims, tidur, pko'e ga ada yg seru laah. sekitar jam 8an, nykp ngjmpt. gw dan sodara-sodara gw yg lainnya pun pulang. sempet sedih juga sh ngliat nenek gw.. dari yg tadiny ditemenin ama 11 cucu, 5 anak + 5 menantu, eh tiba-tiba nenek gw jadi cuma tinggal berdua lagi di rumah itu ama ade'nya. tapi..... what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;yauda dh.. segini aja cerita gw tntang liburan slama lebaran kmaren. jangan lupa komen, yoo!&lt;br /&gt;bzzt, dan skrg, slama seminggu penuh mnjelang masuk skolah, nyokap uda ngewanti-wanti gue kalo gw harus BELAJAAAAR!! no hepi-hepi again, now is time for studying. soo, good bye my happy holiday.. walopun ga trlalu brkesan, tapi tetep jauh lebih mending laah daripada uts. grrr aaaaaarghhh&lt;br /&gt;x''(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3083413400351016687?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3083413400351016687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3083413400351016687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3083413400351016687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3083413400351016687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/10/lebaran-euuuy-ekor.html' title='lebaran euuuy - ekor'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1787211983428567673</id><published>2008-10-07T09:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:55:31.334+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lebaran euuuy - kepala</title><content type='html'>huuft. pertama-tama, gw mau ngucapin minal aidin wal faidzin buat smuany y.. maaf banget telat, soalny gw baru smpt ng-blogging skarang nh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiuuuh. akhirnya, libur lebaran sbntar lg slesai dan gw pun back to school! seneng sh bisa ktmu temen-temen, terutama frank, yara, dkk. .. tapi muales jugaa, soale seminggu stelah masuk langsung uts! grrr&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;hmh. dan skrg gw mau bercerita tentang liburan lebaran gw yang eng ing eng..... biasa aja, ga ada yg berkesan.&lt;br /&gt;1st day : seperti biasa, pagi-paginy gw k rumah nenek gw yg di pondok gede. di situ gw ketemu ama tetangga-tetangga nenek gw, bude gw, tapi jelas, yg gw nikmatin bukan itu semua melainkan masakkan nenek gw yg sumfaaaah, muantaps abisss! aje gile, gw sampe nambah 3 porsi. dan berat bdan gw yg uda susah payah gw turunin slama puasa pun lngsung naik lagi dngan drastis. ow-em-ji, lebay banget ga sih tu berat bdan gw?&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu baru tempat perhentian yg pertama.&lt;br /&gt;berikutny, gw k rumah ade nenek gw yg ada di kalibata, jkt. di sini gw mkan lebih hiper lagi, soalnya ade nenek gw dapet bnyak bngt parsel *smentara kluarga gw ga dapet satupun*, jadi yg bocah-bocah dh yg kecipratan untungnyaa.&lt;br /&gt;oia, FYI, yg msih bocah cuma tinggal gw ama ade gw. so? serbuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;hehe, setelah bokap gw puas dngan opornya, nyokap gw dngan gulenyaa, dan gw serta ade gw kuenyang dengan parsel-parsel dan kue-kue yg ada, kita pun lngsng cabuut ke bogor.&lt;br /&gt;di bogor, kita ga langsung ke rumah nenek gw di bantar kemang, tapi ke rumah sodara gw yg lain dulu di gunung batu. berhubung waktu itu udah lumayan sore dan perut gw udh ngambek minta pasokannya ditambah, gue pun makan lagi *jeh, bilang aja si kiir, kalo lu MARUK. hehe*. di gunung batu, gw udh mulai ktmu ama sepupu-sepupu gw yg astagjiiim, hampir cowo semua! gile, mreka pda ngobrolin soal games fifa, anime, komik, sampe akhir-akhirnya mreka saling jotos-jotosan satu sama lain tanpa sebab yg jelas. buset, pda kaga tau malu bnget yaa?&lt;br /&gt;*huahaha, candaa my lovely cousins muahmuaaah*&lt;br /&gt;dan yg bkin gw lebih kecewa lgi, ga ada satupun dari mreka yg suka avril lavigne!&lt;br /&gt;x'(&lt;br /&gt;lalu, (lagi-lagi) setelah kita puas makan di rumah sodara gw itu, kita smua satu rombongan itu pun cabut lg ke rumah my lovely grandmaaaa, di bantar kemang. di sana semua udh pda teler. yg bapak-bapak sh masih smpt pda makan lagi. tapi yg anak-anak dan ibu-ibunya pada tepar. yg bocah-bocah *trmsuk gw* pun pda ngmpul di satu kmar, tidur-tiduran saling tumpang tindih satu sama lain. tapi dikarenakan gw cewe, jadi ga ada yg brani nindihin gw. ahahahaii.&lt;br /&gt;dan stlh itu, kita pun ketiduran di satu kmar itu, dgn posisi masing-masing yg gajelas bnget, sampe pagii.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day : hari ini gw di rumah nenek gw aja, mnikmati masakkan nenek, dan yg bkin smua itu trasa lbih nikmat, ketupatnya gw sama sepupu-sepupu gw yg bikin! hihi, lumayan enak sih, mskipun ada yg lembek bnget dan ada juga yg kerasnya stngah mamfyus, bkin gigi rontok *hm, ga gitu-gitu amat sh sbnernya. haha*&lt;br /&gt;trus sorenya kita ke ciawi, silaturrahmi ke rumah kakakny nenek gw. di sana masakkanya pedes-pedes semua, yg bocah-bocah pda kaga ada yg doyan, dan akhirnyaa kita pun memutuskan untuk maen bola. *kita? gw ga masuk itungan sh sbnernya.. lebih tepatny gw cma ngejagain ade gue*&lt;br /&gt;lalu stelah para orang tua puas bercengkrama dngan kluarga dari kakakny nenek gw, kita pun pulang. nyokap + bokap + ade gue langsung balik ke bekasi, sementara gw teteup ngerepotin nenek gw di bogor. huhuuw, jadi anak ilang smentara.. tapi gapapa. yg penting hepi! haha.&lt;br /&gt;trus malemnya gw ama sodara-sodara gw ke botani square. g ngapa-ngapain sh di sana, cuma ngnterin om gw beli kamera doang.. untuk pertama kaliny, gw ngeliat sepupu-sepupu gw pda anteng bngt sumpaah. mreka pda numpang baca komik gratis, makany pada diem. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;abis itu, kita pun back home.. tapi malem itu anak-anakny pda mau nginep di rumah tante gw di indraprasta. sebenerny sh gw provokatorny.. ehehe. tapi toh tante gw juga ga keberatan ko. di sana, yg cowo-cowo langsung milih kmar yg paling bgus, yg catnya biru ama merah, yg lemariny bgus, yg ga berdebu, yg ada gitarnya, yg bnyak hiasannya. smntara yg cewe, kita dapet kmar yg ada kipas angin rusaknya, yg ada meja blajar bobroknya, yg ada karpet-karpet belum di-laundry, yg ada angklungnya yg berdebu bnget *haha! puas kalian, cowo-cowo??!* . di kamar itu, gw tdur ama ade sepupu gw, bella. wew, gilaa, ntu ade sepupu gw cerewetnya bukan maiiin. sampe-sampe kucing tetangganya di bandung sana yg berantem aja dicritain juga ke gue. *yampyun bel, itu mah jga tiap hari aku liat, say.. halaman smping rmh aku kan jadi sarang kucing kampung. makany di dket jendela kmr aku suka bnyak taek kucingnya. zz*&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirny jam stngh 2 gw bsa tdur jga.. hihi, bella udh gabetah juga ngomong lama-lama rupanyaa.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day : hoaahm. hari ini kita dbngunin pagi-pagi bnget.. tadinya sh mau ke bandung, ke rumah tante gue yg di sana sekalian jalan-jalan ke ciwidey ama ke perkebunan stroberi, tapi ternyata gajadi aaaarghh! jadiny malah brenang di yasmin. bujut, baru ngeliat dari pinggir kolem aja udah kaga napsu gua! kayak cendol. rame buangeeett.. tapi berhubung ade-ade sepupu gw pada tetep kekeuh pingin nyebur, yasud, apa boleh buat? *untuk diani, maap, royalti lu saya ambil alih.. hehe*&lt;br /&gt;slama di sana, kerjaan gue cuma ngawasin bella. untung ada egie yg lebih tua dari gue setaun, jadi paling ngga bisa gantian ngjagain si bella-laah. lagi asik-asiknya ngawasin bella *ASIK?!*, eh tiba-tiba ada yg buang smpah smbarangan ke dlm kolam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1787211983428567673?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1787211983428567673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1787211983428567673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1787211983428567673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1787211983428567673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/10/lebaran-euuuy.html' title='lebaran euuuy - kepala'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2200060260411792763</id><published>2008-09-24T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:58:32.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what was happened yesterdays</title><content type='html'>first, I wanna apologize, karena ga nepatin janji gue *seperti yg tertera di artikel sebelumnya* untuk tetep exist di dunia per-blogging-an. ini semua bukan kemauan gue, pastinya, melainkan karena situasi maupun kondisi yg sama sekali tidak mendukung *grrr* . tapi berhubung bentar lagi udah awal bulan, insya Allah my lovely teddy bear yg sabar dan pemurah *bokap gue maksudnyaa* bakal segera ngebeliin pulsa sejumlah 50 ribu rupiah, jadi gue bisa mulai mobile blogging lagii!&lt;br /&gt;tolong do'a dan support-nya ya semuanyaa, supaya kali ini gue bener-bener sukses dan berhasil *bujut kir, gaya lu uda kayak kandidat pemilu 2009 daah*&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I'm gonna talk about all incidents in my life that happened yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;beginii.. hari kamis, jum'at, ama sabtu minggu yg lalu gue ikut pesantren ramadhan di asrama haji, bekasi. sebenernya gue ikut pesantren itu cuma dengan sepertigapuluhdua hati alias kaga ikhlas, karena emang harganya muahaal banget : tigaratustujupululima ribay! menurut gue, itu sama sekali ga worth it dengan apa yg bakalan gue dapet slama di pesantren itu, tapi sayangnya gue ga sanggup nerima konsekuensi bagi yg ga ikut pesantren, yaitu afalan surat abasa ama attakwir. dan ternyata, pilihan gue untuk ikut pesantren itu SALAH BESAR! selama di asrama haji, gue selalu menerima kesialan demi kesialan yg bertubi-tubi.&lt;br /&gt;my first bad luck : dapet kamar yg pemandangannya puing-puing dan sampah-sampah (ada juga beberapa benda yg tidak sepantasnya dilihat oleh santri yg sholihah, atau biasa disebut dengan pakaian dalam pria), semuanya berserakan di halaman belakang asrama haji! *iuuughh*&lt;br /&gt;second : tiap mau mandi, susah banget buat gue dapet giliran. always full already. padahal di sana itu, no days without sweat! sepanjang hari gue selalu keringetan, karena cuaca yg emang puanass abis &lt;br /&gt;third : nah giliran gue udah bisa mandi, itupun harus malem-malem dan sebilik berdua sama temen, eh ternyata airnya bau setengah mamfyuuus. langsung ilang deh hasrat gue buat take a bath. aaaarghh!!&lt;br /&gt;fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, poko'nya terlalu buanyak kesialan yg menimpa gue selama di pesantren, gabisa disebutin atu-atu. asli, ntu pesantren sama sekali kaga ngefek buat gue! yg ada malah cuma bisa bikin duit melayaaang doang.&lt;br /&gt;udah gitu, sehari setelah pesantren, badan gue menggigil, panas-dingin, pala pusing, dan tenggorokan gue sakit bnget. pas diperiksain ke dokter, ternyata amandel gue bengkak dan kemungkinan gara-gara air di asrama haji yg stingky ituu!&lt;br /&gt;trustrus, sepulangnya gue dari dokter, di mobil nyokap malah ngomelin gue. menurut nyokap *dan gue yakin, hampir semua orang tua yg anakny sekolah di alajar pasti berpikiran sama*, alajar itu bisanya meres duit orang tua murid-muridnya doang. udah sama sekali ga masuk akal, pesantren yg tempatnya cuma 10 kilo dari rumah gue dan no-transport, harus bayar hampir 400 ribu! dan tololnya lagi, gue mengikuti pesantren itu. z&lt;br /&gt;tapi emang dasar mamahku itu gahol, besok malemnya dia tetep ngajak gue buat nonton mamma mia di XXI mega bekasi! wuihihii. sumpaaaaah, ntu pelem ngebuat gue ama nyokap lupa soal pertengkaran kecil kita yg terjadi di malem sebelumnya. filmnya itu kocak, seru, hot, dan nyokap gue jadi ga brenti-brenti nyanyiin lagu ABBA sampe pulang! semua rasa kesel gue gara-gara pesantren yg ga worth it dan sakit yg diakibatkan pesantren terkutuk itu langsung sirna. it was mom and daughter's time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and always there's a happy ending for me, right?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2200060260411792763?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2200060260411792763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2200060260411792763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2200060260411792763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2200060260411792763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-happened-yesterdays.html' title='what was happened yesterdays'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4302193947551424733</id><published>2008-09-03T13:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:13:17.942+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wuaaaaaa!!! kangen blogging..... :'(</title><content type='html'>heyhey, udah lama banget rasanya gue ga ng-blogging.. *emang udah lama kali, kir. liat noh, komen-komen ampe pada lumutan, jamuran, 'en ganggangan di blog lu*&lt;br /&gt;kuangeeeeeennnn !!!!&lt;br /&gt;yang udah lama menantikan artikel terbaru dari gue, gue minta maaf banget yaah udah hampir dua bulan gue ngga ng-update nii blog. hehe. tapi nanti insya Allah gue mau eksis lagi, kok! ahahaii. abisnya kmaren gue sempet ngerasa males, bahkan sempet lupaa kalo gue punya blog.. wakakakakaa. makanya, gue ngucapin makasih banyak iaa buat yg udah ngasih support ke gue supaya tetep eksis di dunia per-blogging-an! hwehehe.&lt;br /&gt;dan makasih banyak juga buat nadira rachmianti hartanto, yang udah ngijinin gue numpang ngerjain laporan fisika + ng-blog gratis di rumahnyaa! wahahaha. love yoou, nadiroo.. muahmuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaudah de. hmh, segini dulu kayaknyaa.. yah, paling ngga gue udah ngasih konfirmasi kalo gue bakal eksis lagi. ahahaha. sebagai permulaan, ini juga udah cukup kan?&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you at my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4302193947551424733?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4302193947551424733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4302193947551424733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4302193947551424733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4302193947551424733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/09/wuaaaaaa-kangen-blogging.html' title='wuaaaaaa!!! kangen blogging..... :&apos;('/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-1685411375576089358</id><published>2008-07-07T13:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:09:35.662+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>when back home again</title><content type='html'>waaw . setelah melewatkan 3 hari 2 malem di rumah nenek yang amat sangat bersih dan higienis itu, sekarang gue pun kembali ke my home sweet home yang mungil nan asri ini x)&lt;br /&gt;huft. akhirnyaa, sekarang aku bisa tidur lagi bersama boneka-boneka teddy bear-ku tercinta di kamarku sendiri.. mau pergi ke tempat seenak apapun juga, ternyata teteup yang numero uno paling nyaman itu rumah sendiri, iaa? hm. mungkin karena kalo di rumah sendiri, kita jadi bisa lebih bebas mau ngapa-ngapain. kalo kemaren pas di rumah nenek, gue mau kentut aja rasanya susaaah banget nyari waktu dan tempat yang pas! huahaha. maklum, ga sopan kan kalo buang angin deket-deket nenek sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;by the way, gue nyampe di rumah tadi pagi, diantar oleh sang nenek tercinta naik angkot sampe jembatan kemang. tapi berhubung kita keasikkan ngobrol di angkot, akhirnya kita ga merhatiin jalan dan malah kebablasan ampe naga pekayon. dari naga, gue ama nenek tadinya mau naik angkot lagi buat balik ke jembatan kemang, tapi berhubung kalo naik angkot lagi malah buang-buang duit, iaudah kita pun lebih milih jalan kaki (lebih sehat gitu loh). di sana kita berdiri buat nungguin mbak iroh-ku tercinta menjemput diriku bersama motornya yang selalu setia ituu. setelah 15 menit menanti, akhirnya mbak iroh yang ditunggu-tunggu daritadi datang juga. emang dasar apes, pas dia mau belok ke arah gue yang nungguin di seberangnya, tiba-tiba ada motor yang ngebut dari arah pekayon daaan.. gubrak! mbak iroh-ku sayang dan sang motor pun jatuh tertabrak si pengendara motor edan itu. huh, untungnya motor yang dinaikkin mbak iroh-nya gapapa, iaa.. jadi gue bisa lanjutin perjalanan ke rumah deh! ahahaha *piiss, damai mbak* .&lt;br /&gt;sebelum gue dan mbak iroh berbalik untuk pulang, nenekku terchayank berpesan terlebih dahulu agar gue langsung mandi + keramas begitu nyampe rumah biar debu yang nempel selama di jalan ilang semua. hahah, steril banget ya, bo' ?&lt;br /&gt;and then, gue pun on the way lagi by motor dan alhamdulillah, tiba di my home really really sweet home dengan selamaat.. but it's not the end. karena gue bawa oleh-oleh makanan buanyak banget dari sang nenek (laf yu, grandma!) , gue sempet kerepotan ngebawanya di motor walopun untungnya ga ada insiden apa-apa dan perjalanan menuju ke rumah berlanjut dengan mulus. tapi begitu gue nyampe di depan pintu rumah, satu kantong plastik yang isinya soto meluncur jatoh dari tangan gue dan bocor! huuw, untung kejadiannya di depan rumah ya, kalo ngga baju gue udah kuning kayak tokai semua kali gara-gara ketumpahan kuah tu soto. hahaha. ya oloh, pulang dari rumah nenek gue di pondok gede sampe ke rumah gue di kemang pratama aja kok repot banget yah??&lt;br /&gt;namun penderitaan demi penderitaan juga masih belum berhenti sampai di sini saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama, I'm home!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. awalnya nyokab menyambut kepulangan gue dengan ramah dan ngedengerin semua ocehan gue tentang apa aja yang gue lakuin selama di rumah nenek (padahal kerjaan gue cuma makan tidur makan tidur boker. bwahaha) . tapi emang dasar gue gebleknya kebangetan, pas lagi asik-asiknya ngobrol ama nyokab, gue pun melakukan suatu kesalahan *yang amat sangat tidak mungkin diceritakan di sini* yang ngebikin nyokab murka dahsyat! kontan aja gue ditarik ke halaman rumah ama emak gue dan lalu ia pun sibuk teriak-teriak marahin gue di sana. tukang ojek yang tadinya pada rame main catur di depan rumah gue, semuanya langsung pada sunyi senyap nguping omelan si nyokab dari A-Y. (Z-nya ngilang kagak tau ke mana)&lt;br /&gt;sementara itu, gue sendiri cuma bisa kicep dan menunduk sambil air mata plus ingus gue meler ke mana-mana selama sang nyokab yang perkasa ngomel-ngomel *blablablablablabla dan blablabla. pret!* . begitu sesi acara memarah dan dimarahi selese, gue langsung masuk ke dalem kamar dan merenungi semua kesalahan gue tadi sambil duduk di pinggir jendela kamar. ironisnya, ga sampe satu jam kemudian, nyokab secara tiba-tiba ngajak gue nonton tv bareng di ruang tengah. gue kirain nyokab udah ngelupain masalah yang tadi, tapi ternyata gue disuruh nonton tipi karena ada berita yang rada nyangkut-nyangkut ama kesalahan gue. sambil nonton berita, nyokab masih juga nyeramahin gue dan ngungkit-ngungkit lagi masalah yang terjadi enam puluh menit yang lalu itu.*puuuh..*&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata begitu beritanya selesai, gue ama nyokab langsung ngobrol lagi kayak biasa seolah tadi ga ada kejadian apa-apa sama sekali. gue juga ga bilang minta maaf, dan nyokab juga ga ngomongin lagi kesalahan gue yang tadi.&lt;br /&gt;hmh, mengapa bisa begituu?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, I don't know why, yang jelas sekarang gue udah damai ama nyokab dan moga-moga perbuatan salah gue tadi itu ga akan pernah terulang lagi. hehehe, aaamiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oia. buat si yara azura sanurian kalo baca artikel ini, daripada lo repot-repot ngasih PJ ke gue berupa uang, traktiran, ato TP, gimana kalo PJ-nya si bule guanteng teng yang ketemu ama lo di jogja kemaren aja??&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakakaak xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-1685411375576089358?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/1685411375576089358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=1685411375576089358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1685411375576089358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/1685411375576089358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-home.html' title='when back home again'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-7449293726889875005</id><published>2008-07-06T13:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:11:53.862+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>bingung mau ngapain</title><content type='html'>huft.. enaknya siang-siang bolong gini ngapain, iaa? pingin keluar nyari makanan, tapi nenek gue udah masak soto di rumah (enak banget, lho! segeeerr. ada perkedel kentangnya lagi). mau ke bioskop nonton hancock, tapi tak punya dana yang memadai (lagian ngapain jauh-jauh ke rumah nenek gue cuma buat nonton??) .&lt;br /&gt;hm, tapi ternyata emang bener iaa kalo manusia itu gapernah puas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya gue pingin banget nge-post foto gue ama temen-temen yang seru-seru bangget ke blog ini.. tapi berhubung semua fotonya ada di laptop tercinta dan laptop-nya rusaaaak, yaud, jadi ng-post nya kapan-kapan aja.&lt;br /&gt;abis mau digimanain lagi coba??! kalo emang rusak, yaudah rusak, jangan maksain doong! x(&lt;br /&gt;huh. udah udah, daripada emosi saya nanti memuncak dan berkelanjutan sehingga rumah nenek saya yang bersih dan higienis ini nanti dipenuhi cucuran air dari mata saya yang indah *hoek. silakan muntah*, mending kita sudahi saja artikel kali ini. lagipula saya mengerti bahwa rasa kangen kalian kepada saya amatlah besar, jadi demi kalian, sesegera mungkin akan saya usahakan untuk mengisi blog ini lagi dan menghapus semua rasa rindu kalian terhadap saya *siapkan satu kantong plastik besar, disarankan warna hitam. daan... hoekhoekhoek! muntahlah sepuas-puas hati anda!* ..&lt;br /&gt;yaiyalah yaiyadong yomaridong.&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya gue pun menemukan sesuatu yang bisa dilakukan! eng ing eng... TIDUR SIANG! hoahm. so, C U later guys.. B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-7449293726889875005?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/7449293726889875005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=7449293726889875005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7449293726889875005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/7449293726889875005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/bingung-mau-ngapain.html' title='bingung mau ngapain'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6223204038519280080</id><published>2008-07-06T11:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:26:50.354+07:00</updated><title type='text'>masuk sekolah kapan, sii ??!</title><content type='html'>hmh. akhirnyaa, seperti yang gue harapkan dari kapan tau, nenek gue pun datang (bagaikan malaikat) dan lalu menyelamatkan gue dari liburan yang bikin lumutan dengan membawa gue ke rumahnya! yeheii, seneng banget gue.. x)&lt;br /&gt;tapi walopun gue udah 'diculik' ke rumah nenek, gue masih kangen banget ama sekola! gue kangen ama FRANK yang tiap hari hobinya ngaso ato main dulu di kelas walopun semua anak lain udah pada pulang, kangen ama super dozen beserta misi-misi madingnya yang selalu bikin anggotanya jadi sibuk, gue juga kangen ngejayus dan ngegosip bareng adhika, distria, defa, ama dhivo yang kocak-kocak abiis 'en bikin bete gue selama di kelas jadi ilang, kangen sama anak-anak yang tiap pulang sekola pasti nongkrong dulu di kantin nyampe sore.. gue bener-bener rindu ama lo-lo semuanyaa! :'''(&lt;br /&gt;selama liburan ini, gue terus berharap seandainya gue lagi berada di antara kalian semua.. gue pingin cepet-cepet berada di tengah-tengah suasana yang kayak gitu lagi!&lt;br /&gt;soooo,, MASUK SEKOLAH LAMA BANGET, SIH ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6223204038519280080?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6223204038519280080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6223204038519280080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6223204038519280080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6223204038519280080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/masuk-sekolah-kapan-sii.html' title='masuk sekolah kapan, sii ??!'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-798960879582014103</id><published>2008-07-04T14:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:11:26.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>about my music</title><content type='html'>wew . dulu musik-musik yang gue seneng itu jenisnya lebih spesifik, kayak semacem punk-rock, classic rock, ato pokoknya yang rock 'n roll . tapi gatau kenapa, sekarang genre musik yang gue suka lebih meluas .. lagu-lagu kayak lagunya gwen stefani 'en nelly furtado pun juga gue sekarang seneng ! ehehe .&lt;br /&gt;trustrus, ngomong-ngomong soal musik, gue juga lagi suka ama musik-musik yang nenangin perasaan *ya'elaah* kayak 'nothing lasts forever'-nya maroon 5, 'to be with you'-nya mr. big, 'the world is black'-nya good charlotte, 'accidentally in love'-nya counting crows, avril lavigne yang 'complicated', buanyaaak deh .. haha .&lt;br /&gt;musik-musik indo juga banyaak yang gue suka ! mungkin karena liriknya gampang diafal dan dimengerti, jadi gue bisa ngehayatin lagu-lagunya . lagu indo yang sekarang lagi gue seneng itu salah satunya 'jangan pernah pergi' by alexa . hahah .&lt;br /&gt;tapi mau lagunya seenak atau senusuk apapun, teteup ga ada yang bisa ngalahin avril lavigne ama fall out boy di hati gue ! xP&lt;br /&gt;hwehehehe .&lt;br /&gt;oia, dulu gue juga sempet gasuka ama gaya 'en musik avril lavigne yang sekarang . bahkan albumnya yang 'the best damn thing' jarang banget gue dengerin . tapi setelah gue pikir-pikir, perubahan (asal ke arah yang positif) itu ga salahnya kan ? huehuehue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh . eia, minggu lalu gue beli kaset LA Lights Indiefest Compilation Album vol. 2 .. weiiz, lagunya keren-keren banget ! salut banget dah gue . haha .&lt;br /&gt;favorit gue sih lagunya the morning after yang 'quatro' .. tapi ada satu lagu lagi yang reff-nya enaaaaaakkk bangget ! 'mereka sebut timur'-nya lipgloss . tapi sayang reff-nya cuma sekali dan pendek banget . huhuuw .. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3a5uKl7oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4WbK3IMDuQ/s1600-h/IndiefestVol2Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219068228372131458" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3a5uKl7oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4WbK3IMDuQ/s320/IndiefestVol2Cover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;L.A. Lights Indiefest Compilation Album vol. 2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oia . ada yang tau caranya masang playlist dari web lain (playlist.com) ke blog ga ? kalo ada yang tau, tolong ajarin gue iaa .. maklum, masih amatir . hehe . tengsoo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-798960879582014103?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/798960879582014103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=798960879582014103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/798960879582014103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/798960879582014103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-my-music.html' title='about my music'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3a5uKl7oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W4WbK3IMDuQ/s72-c/IndiefestVol2Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-2327668449464955547</id><published>2008-07-04T12:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:07:48.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>flash back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG27unqK1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pS022nTUGeA/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219033952786503410" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG27unqK1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pS022nTUGeA/s320/DSC00321.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 14th ANNIVERSARY, PAPA and MAMA =)) I love you all very very much !&lt;br /&gt;although sebenernya anniversary-ny kemaren, tapi gue baru  sempet nge-post sekarang .. hehehe .&lt;br /&gt;tapi berhubung setiap hari adalah tanggal tua bagi gue, jadiiiii yah, ngga ngasih apa-apa ke mereka, deh ! ahahahaii . maaf iaa pap, mam .. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaudah deh . sekarang flash back ke kegiatan *cu'ilah* gue kemaren aja iaa ..&lt;br /&gt;*as usual, woke up and watched TV&lt;br /&gt;*makan pepaya pake susu kental manis ! :P&lt;br /&gt;*berusaha nelponin seseorang, tapi gabisa-bisa . huft . &lt;br /&gt;*setelah putus asa gara-gara gagal nelpon si orang itu, trus gue mandi buat refreshing&lt;br /&gt;*nah . nah . nah . siangnya, berhubung ga ada kerjaan laen, gue pun berniat mendengarkan musik di laptop . but &lt;b&gt;sialnya&lt;/b&gt;, laptop gue rusaaaak !!!! :'(  sumpah, gue gabisa ngebayangin kalo akhirnya ntu laptop harus diserpis dan semua-mua file-nya ilaang ! bisa nangis darah gue kalo ratusan lagu, gambar, foto-foto, video, dan semua data lainnya yang ada di laptop itu nyampe ga ada !! huwaaaaaa ! baru ngebayangin aja, air mata gue udah netes-netes ke mana-mana . apalagi kalo nyampe kejadian beneran ??? walopun gue baru bareng ama dia selama dua setengah taun, tapi gue udah nganggep laptop ini sebagai salah satu &lt;b&gt;best friend&lt;/b&gt; gue . semua lagu-lagu favorit gue (specially avril lavigne's and FOB's) yang udah gue cari dan kumpulin dengan susah payah selama berbulan-bulan bahkan bertahun-tahun, curhatan gue, foto gue ama temen-temen pas di saat momen-momen yang ga bakal keulang lagi, semuanya deh poko'nya ada di laptop ini !! makanya, gue sampe nangis pas tau kalo laptop gue rusak .. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3B5_aI0uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3UcA_dYNynY/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219040745210041058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3B5_aI0uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3UcA_dYNynY/s320/DSC00339.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the most valuable thing in my life . always be with me everytime when I need !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kembali lagi ke activities gue, setelah puas menangis-nangis ria gara-gara laptop-ku tercinta yang satu ituh, gue pun mandi *akhirnya (:*&lt;br /&gt;*les biola . bujut, lagu yang dikasih ama guru gue ga nahan susahnya ! bengep-bengep gue ngeliat not-not baloknya yang runyem banget itu .&lt;br /&gt;*go home and then waiting for my lovely papa mama yang masih pada belon pulang kerja&lt;br /&gt;*yang ditunggu-tunggu pun akhirnya datang jugaa ! dan surprisely, mereka ngebawa oleh-oleh chinese food yang emang jadi kegemaran seisi rumah . ehehehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3FpArIl0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RNSGXJTzf4s/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219044851538499394" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG3FpArIl0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RNSGXJTzf4s/s320/DSC00348.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;those delicious food . yummy !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, SELAMET iaa papa mama-ku chayank ! moga-moga papa mama bisa tetep terus bersama sampe di akhir hidupnya masing-masing nanti, semoga mama papa panjang umur, makin sayang ama keluarga, dan kirana harap papa dan mama selalu dikasih limpahan karunia dan berkah dari Allah ! aaamiin .  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*abis itu nonton the faculty deh . ahahaii, elijah wood sama yang jadi zeke ganteng abiiiss !!&lt;br /&gt;*time for &lt;b&gt;ngorok&lt;/b&gt; . bwahaha . udah malem, jadi seluruh penghuni rumah juga udah pada ngantuk ..&lt;br /&gt;ini dulu deh posting-an mengenai semua hal yang terjadi pada tanggal 3 juli kemaren .&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gue mau maen dulu ama nadira .. hehe . dadaaaagh ! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-2327668449464955547?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/2327668449464955547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=2327668449464955547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2327668449464955547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/2327668449464955547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/flash-back.html' title='flash back'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/SG27unqK1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pS022nTUGeA/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-8329085452097185819</id><published>2008-07-03T01:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:14:30.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>the newest news about me ! x)</title><content type='html'>jahaha . jangan ketipu sama judul doang .. sebenernya gue cuma mau cerita tentang kegiatan gue hari ini, kug .&lt;br /&gt;1. bangun tidur, terus nonton oprah&lt;br /&gt;2. makan oreo&lt;br /&gt;3. mandi&lt;br /&gt;4. bikin sup krim&lt;br /&gt;5. ke metmal (berhubung nyokap gue lagi ada pameran di sana (: )&lt;br /&gt;6. and the best part is : go to LIA ! ahahaii . (FYI, gendis baru masuk di term ini, lulu pindah hari jadi sama kayak gue, bikki pindah jam jadi jam 7 malem, abangnya nadira juga pindah hari jadi sama kayak gue, dan guru gue sekarang sama kayak di term sebelumnya : mister asep !) . akhirnya gue bisa ketemu ama temen-temen les lagi .. gue juga jadi bisa ketemu ama seseorang yang paling gue kangen dari awal liburan nyampe sekarang !  =))&lt;br /&gt;abis dari lia, gue ke metmal lagi, deh . oia, tadi gue nyari album FOB yang baru, yg 'live in phoenix', tapi kata yang jaga toko kasetnya belum ada .. kalo ada yang tau, emang tu album udah dirilis di indonesia ato belum, sih ? kalo udah, ko albumnya masih susah dicari iaa ?&lt;br /&gt;trus gue juga mau tanya, ada yang punya kasetnya bowling for soup ga ? kalo ada yang punya, belinya di mana sih ? gue suka banget BFS, tapi lagu-lagunya yang gue tau cuman dikit .. :(&lt;br /&gt;dan kalo ada yang jalan-jalan ke metmal, jangan lupa mampir ke stand nyokap gue (khansa decoration and craft), iaa !&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough for today .. cukup segini dulu aja, dan lagian gue udah ngantuuuk banget . hwehe . stay away from drugs *yoi dah kiranaaa*, and don't forget to visit my blog again next time ! :)&lt;br /&gt;cheers vo all ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-8329085452097185819?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/8329085452097185819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=8329085452097185819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8329085452097185819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/8329085452097185819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/newest-news-about-me-x.html' title='the newest news about me ! x)'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6711986125194455987</id><published>2008-07-03T01:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:12:28.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs in life'/><title type='text'>FAMILY and FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>kalo ada yang nanya apa yang paling bisa ngebuat hidup gue jadi lebih bermakna, pasti jawabannya adalah : &lt;b&gt;temen&lt;/b&gt; dan so pasti &lt;b&gt;keluarga&lt;/b&gt; . gatau kenapa, gue selalu bangga tiap kali ngebicarain tentang dua hal tersebut . tapii buat sekarang ini gue pingin ngebahas tentang keluarga terlebih dahulu .. okok ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama, tentang orang tua gue . bokap ama nyokap gue itu adalah pasangan yang sifatnya jauh beda satu sama lain ! tapi yang bikin gue takjub, hal itu malah ngebuat mereka jadi bisa menutupi kekurangan yang satu dengan yang lainnya . kayak misalnya bokap yang rada pemalu, jadi bisa lebih berani dan tegas karena terpengaruh sama sifat nyokap gue yang cenderung lebih keras *tapi teteup keibuan, doong* . dan yang bikin gue bangga (dan jadi pingin agak pamer), itu adalah nyokap gue yang gahol abiis . bayangin, avril lavigne, guns n' roses, led zeppelin, phil collins, bahkan nyampe simple plan, itu semua gue tau dari nyokap ! dia punya koleksi kaset-kasetnya phil collins dan beberapa albumnya guns n' roses *maklum, idola nyokap gue aja brad pitt gitu loh !* . sekarang gue tergila-gila ama avril lavigne, dan itu juga karena diperkenalkan sama nyokap . waktu itu ada lagu 'sk8er boi' avril lavigne di radio dan karena gue suka ama tu lagu, nyokap pun nyeritain semua yang dia tau tentang avril, mulai sejak kapan avril nyiptain lagu sendiri bahkan sampe turnya dia ke indonesia kalo ga salah taun 2004 kemaren . asik be-ge-te dah pokoknya punya nyokap kayak begitu ! wkwkwk =D&lt;br /&gt;terus, yang berikutnya tentang ade laki-laki gue yang masih 5 setengah taun, fatta . kehadiran dia itu bisa langsung terasa begitu dia masuk ke dalam suatu lingkungan . kombinasi antara rambutnya yang keriting, pipinya yang chubby bangget yg berwarna merah jambu, matanya yang sipit tapi bulet (lho ?), plus bibirnya yang juga keriting tapi sexy, (hampir) selalu ngebuat orang nengok ke arahnya . belum lagi kecerewetannya ama kenekatannya yang bikin orang jadi lebih tertarik ! tapi fatta juga tipe anak yang susah dibo'ongin .. dia ga gampang percayaan, kecuali kalo dia udah ngeliat faktanya dengan mata kepala dia sendiri (wuedeh, calon FBI nih, mas ?) . dan hobi dia yang bikin dia ngetop di antara temennya dan orang-orang lain itu adalah otomotif ! gile, hampir semua mobil dia tau namanya .. dia juga selalu ngikut bokap gue tiap pergi ke bengkel, jadi dia juga lumayan afal nama beberapa bagian-bagian dalam mobil . plus satu lagi yang ngebuat dia bener-bener istimewa bagi gue, semua yang dia liat dan yang ga dia mengerti itu pasti dia tanya ! mulai dari kenapa tangga eskalator itu bisa nempel di dinding suatu bangunan, apa fungsi carbulator mobil (maap kalo tulisannya salah), sampe kenapa rambut orang indonesia itu warnanya item dan mata orang chinese itu sipit ( beuh . ga sadar dia kalo dirinya sendiri juga sipit) . bukannya gue mau nyombongin dia, tapi anak umur lima tahun lainnya belum tentu akan nanya sesuatu sampai sedetil itu, kan ? x)&lt;br /&gt;hehe . itulah alasan-alasan kenapa gue ngerasa beruntung banget bisa berada di tengah-tengah keluarga ini (walopun kadang jenuh juga) .. tengs for Allah, yang udah berbaik hati ngasih semua ini ke gue ! :))&lt;br /&gt;coming up : about my friends, why I love them, and why I hate holiday so much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6711986125194455987?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6711986125194455987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6711986125194455987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6711986125194455987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6711986125194455987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-and-friendship.html' title='FAMILY and FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4456470129392798586</id><published>2008-07-01T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:31:17.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about ALONE</title><content type='html'>buat lo-lo yang udah pada baca profile gue, pasti tau kalo gue ngga suka &lt;B&gt;sepi&lt;/B&gt; dan &lt;B&gt;sendiri&lt;/B&gt; . tapi masalahnya, belakangan ini gue jadi selalu sendirian di rumah !! bokap nyokap pada kerja semua, adek gue masih kwecil, temen-temen pada punya acara sendiri .. alhasil, pulsa gue lah yang jadi korban pertama rasa kesepian gue . mulai dari chat, sms-an, pokok'e semua gue lakuin biar ngga boseenn ! *gubraak*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . maap iaa, kalo dari awal gue bikin blog nyampe sekarang isi posting-an gue ga ada guna sama sekali .. yah, namanya juga gue yang punya blog . jadi suka-suka gue, dooong ! =P&lt;br /&gt;oia . satu lagi yang bikin gue jadi ngerasa sepiiiiiii bangget .. GUE NGGAK BISA KETEMU AMA DIA !!!&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahaha . *tuh . lagi-lagi gapenting, kan ?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4456470129392798586?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4456470129392798586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4456470129392798586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4456470129392798586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4456470129392798586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-all-about-alone.html' title='it&apos;s all about ALONE'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-3978264305816794201</id><published>2008-07-01T19:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:29:37.925+07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart ?? it's not a problemmo</title><content type='html'>heyheyhey, ada yang pernah ngerasain yang namanya &lt;B&gt;patah hati&lt;/B&gt; ngguaaaakk ??&lt;br /&gt;kalo ga ada yang pernah ngerasa, cuma buat sekedar informasi, patah ati itu rasanya sakit loh .. =P&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . gue yang udah pengalaman berkali-kali ngerasain jadi nyampe udah afal + kebal ama yg namanya BROKEN HEART . gatau apes ato emang bukan jodoh, orang yang gue suka sekarang ini sebenernya biasaaaa banget ! tapi ternyata mau yang gue taksir itu jelek, goblok, nyampe yang super guanteng *kayak brad pitt* ato sepinter einstein, teteup aja ujung-ujungnya orang yang gue taksir itu jadian ama orang lain .  :'(&lt;br /&gt;tapi berhubung gue itu orangnya sabar dan setia, jadi gue tetep suka ama ntu anak nyampe sekarang . wkwkwkwk . lagian sekali-kalinya gue nemuin penggantinya, eh, sang pengganti juga akhirnya punya cewek ! ckckck .&lt;br /&gt;hmh . yang jadi pertanyaan besar adalah : &lt;I&gt;apakah gue ini dikutuk ??&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahaha . yang mau ikutan berbagi pengalaman tentang "patah ati"-nya ato sekedar cuma mau ngehibur gue, ditunggu komennya ..&lt;br /&gt;thank yaa !&lt;br /&gt;*visit my friendster : &lt;B&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/kiranakhansaharyadi&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-3978264305816794201?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/3978264305816794201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=3978264305816794201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3978264305816794201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/3978264305816794201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken-heart-its-not-problemmo.html' title='broken heart ?? it&apos;s not a problemmo'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-5648836535238076132</id><published>2008-07-01T14:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:50:47.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>indonesian movies</title><content type='html'>ya ampyun . bingung bgd gue ama perfilman indonesia yg sekarang udah hampir ga ada gregetnya sama sekali . kalo ga film-film tentang cinta monyet remaja yang cetek-cetek banget, pasti film horor ! ckckck . padahal kemaren-kemaren kita udah punya film-film yang bisa jadi panutan banget, smacem 'petualangan sherina', 'denias', 'naga bonar', dan masih buanyaak lagi . selain bagus, film-film di atas jga nambah wawasan kita dan jadi membuka pikiran serta hati masyarakat tentang kehidupan yang ada di sekitar kita *cakilaah* ..&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekarang yg lagi ngetop itu malah film-film horor yg biaya produksinya murah (make up hantunya aja keliatan banget bo'ongnyaa) tapi bisa meraup keuntungan banyak . film remaja yg sekarang lgi bnyak digandrungi anak muda juga film-film yg ceritanya gajelas + gombal abiiis ! sama sekali ga ada manfaatnya buat kita yg nonton, kan ?!&lt;br /&gt;rugi banget buat industri perfilman indonesia kalo sekarang itu yg mendominasi adalah film-film luar (yg emang jauh lebih bermutu) !&lt;br /&gt;please, mana permata-permata bangsa bersama karya-karyanya yg bisa menggugah hati rakyat seperti karya-karya mereka yg dulu ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buat yg pingin ikut ngasih pendapat, posting komennya aja iaa .. * x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-5648836535238076132?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/5648836535238076132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=5648836535238076132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5648836535238076132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/5648836535238076132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/07/indonesian-movies.html' title='indonesian movies'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-4097591648353883890</id><published>2008-07-01T12:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:55:34.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ya all</title><content type='html'>aku kangeeeeen ! :'(&lt;br /&gt;gue kangen banget ama semuanya .. kangen ama FRANK, super dozen, 7a, semua-muanya yg ada di sekolah, deh ! dan especially gue juga kangen bangetbangetan ama sohib gue yg satu itu .. :((&lt;br /&gt;gue kangen main 'n ngobrol bareng temen-temen semua di sekolah . gue pingin kembali berada di lingkungan sekolah yang asri dan tentram (bujut . sumpeh lu?) .. gue pingin cepet-cepet masuk .  =(&lt;br /&gt;huwwaaaaaa !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-4097591648353883890?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/4097591648353883890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=4097591648353883890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4097591648353883890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/4097591648353883890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-ya-all_30.html' title='miss ya all'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033374635087297432.post-6794159497558133837</id><published>2008-07-01T00:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:30:18.645+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really truly a fuckin' boring holiday !</title><content type='html'>baguuus banget . selama 3 minggu libur kenaikkan kelas, gue serasa dipenjara di rumah sendiri, euy ! kalo pas hari jumat kemaren gue ga diajak anak-anak 7a buat ke dufan, dijamin, gue bener-bener bakal jamuran diem di rumah terus . mana sohib gue pulang kampung ke jogja lagi .. aaargh !! x(&lt;br /&gt;kenapa liburan taun lalu bisa teramat menyenangkan sementara liburan taun ini justru sangat menyesakkan ?!&lt;br /&gt;udah gitu ditambah rasa penyesalan yang dalam gara-gara rank + nilai rapot gue turun, terus patah ati yang dari berbulan-bulan kemaren belum sembuh-sembuh juga .. buanyak banget deh halangannya buat ngerasa seneng barang sehariii aja ! nyokap malah marah-marah mulu tiap kali ngeliat gue tiduran di kamar sambil chat pake hape . padahal kalo gue ga di rumah terus, mana mungkin gue ngurung diri seharian di kamar ga ada kerjaan begitu ?? ckckck .&lt;br /&gt;jadi, pada intinya ....... tau ah . udah keburu bete duluan gue sebelum mikirin apa garis besarnya :'(&lt;br /&gt;huft .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033374635087297432-6794159497558133837?l=kiwwana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/feeds/6794159497558133837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033374635087297432&amp;postID=6794159497558133837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6794159497558133837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033374635087297432/posts/default/6794159497558133837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwwana.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-really-truly-fuckin-boring-holiday.html' title='it&apos;s really truly a fuckin&apos; boring holiday !'/><author><name>Kirana Khansa Haryadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04933297923656726711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV9iVYRtsco/TUdk2jredlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QFC-wEGyGQU/s220/Picture%2B244%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
