<?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-8678816393271413566</id><updated>2011-08-12T00:42:23.987+07:00</updated><category term='rehearsal'/><category term='2009'/><category term='dad'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='latihan'/><category term='Socky'/><category term='premonition'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='curhat'/><category term='chapter end.'/><category term='chrismas'/><category term='photos'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='sad memory'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='X4'/><category term='Dita'/><category term='Story'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='michael'/><category term='american idol 8'/><category term='midnight rambling'/><category term='chat'/><category term='merry'/><category term='surprise party'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='like'/><category term='ITB'/><category term='keisha'/><category term='friend'/><category term='update'/><category term='road'/><category term='Cipo'/><category term='friends'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='crash'/><category term='bandung'/><category term='dira'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='last'/><category term='brewww'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='Rendra'/><category term='party'/><category term='college'/><category term='adam lambert'/><category term='dream'/><category term='fika'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='random post'/><category term='trip'/><category term='measles'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='car crash'/><category term='day'/><category term='photo'/><category term='besties'/><category term='kris allen'/><category term='weekly'/><category term='miki'/><category term='sick'/><category term='koto'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Midnight ramblings...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's my ramblings, my memories, my experiences, my time capsule&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1337955103715037364</id><published>2011-03-05T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:04:46.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback!</title><content type='html'>Heey bloggie! It's been a while. Now I'm in the 2nd semester already! Life in college has been well..I'm loving my friends and all the business around college, and its been extremely fun! I have some stories to tell, but I'll tell them later when I got more time, because I know for certain that I'm going to ramble on and on and on :p (or am I already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a little...sadness I need to get off my chest. So a couple of days back my bf's phone was stolen. And I know how devastated he was, yet I wasn't around to comfort him and I went to bed instead. Well, in my defense I was still recovering from an illness I've been having for more than a week, but I know I should've been stronger and fight my urge to sleep to be there for my bf. And I wasn't. And I wanted to slap myself so hard it'll bleed. But what can I do? It was done. my bf had to call up his best friend (who I think was his ex too) to comfort him and she did; she was there for him and I wasn't. It's my fault, I know...but please, as his gf don't I have a right to feel jealous? My bf was all "please, can we not talk about her?" Or "don't make me remember her, please..." It's very clear that he still has feelings for her. We've been together for more than a year now and he still hasn't been able to forget his feelings for her? I'm extremely jealous, to be honest. But it's my fault to begin with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, can't I be jealous? I feel as if I've lost, yknow? I feel like I failed to make him happy all this time that he can still be that hungover her. I feel like he doesn't even love me anymore..conversations have been flat, like we both don't have the passion for each other anymorem..and we used to have sooooo much passion for each other. We used to tell anything and it all seemed interesting..now............ :""""""""""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bf, if you're bored of me, please say so...I won't ask much because I know I'm the one who has failed you. I'm sorry, and I still love you.. :') :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1337955103715037364?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1337955103715037364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1337955103715037364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1337955103715037364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/comeback.html' title='comeback!'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-2176554850352752060</id><published>2010-11-06T15:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:34:07.567+07:00</updated><title type='text'>break up</title><content type='html'>So i have this sort of boyfriend rite. he's perfect and all..he's everything a girl would've wished for. but the problem is he's far far away and we can never really meet. Yeah, we had fun, we had great laughs and great fights and everything a typical relationship has. but it's taking a toll on me. it's been taking a toll on me for a while, to be honest. i've wanted to break up with him for 4 times now, but i never did because i'm always afraid to break his heart. (even tho i've broken his heart many times before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now, at this very instant moment, we're supposed to meet (i mean online) and talk. but i'm an hour late (because i had college stuff to attend to) and even tho i drove home as fast as i could to talk to him he's not here when i got home. And on the way i already know that he won't be here, but somehow i'm still hoping. I dont know why i do that. every atom of me knows he wont be there. I'm an hour late. but my heart still have hopes that he'd be there, waiting for me. I guess not, and what's left of my poor, fragile heart is broken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i always get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i have expectations towards him.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we're both busy we can rarely meet. We used to be able to meet everyday. And now he comes home at 3am and i have to start my day at 6am. i usually wake up &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; to talk to him. but i cant do that anymore. Idk, maybe he thinks im not sacrificing anything, and he's been the one sacrificing all his daily routine to talk to me. but its not true; i sacrificed alot to talk to him as well. And as much as i dont wanna be high maintenance, i really wish he'd sacrifice more for me. like coming home early to talk to me. or at least answer my calls or call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, i called him like 5 times. he rejected every single one of my calls and i think he turn his phone off or diverted my call by the 6th time. Little does he know i'm really hoping to talk to him. little does he know i'm crying as i'm writing this. little does he know that i'm emotionally tired. :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, my dear friends, i'm making up my mind to break up with him once and for all. i'd rather be single than having an empty, imaginary relationship. And if he doesnt want to break up then i say, sorry i cant do this anymore. it's been great, but if you're keeping me because you feel sorry for me then you can forget it. we can still be friends tho. Not more, i'm sorry. I'm tired of mending whats left of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22210, it's been awesome. But i think we're never meant to be more than friends. Goodbye you, take care :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-2176554850352752060?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2176554850352752060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/break-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2176554850352752060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2176554850352752060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/break-up.html' title='break up'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-9214596999959726959</id><published>2010-07-23T23:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:36:49.067+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter end.'/><title type='text'>Leaving :"(</title><content type='html'>I'm moving out from my house in 2 days :""""(&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to do it. i dont want to leave this house and leave all the memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to leave my grandparents. I know i never really did anything with them anyway, but it feels nice when you know you have some people to come home to. So I dont feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want my maids and driver to be laid off. THEY'RE FAMILY TO ME! They've been with me since my MOM was in COLLEGE. I wasnt even born yet and they've been working for my family!!! Most of the times they're my true family. the ones who take care of me (bathe me, feed me, etc) bcs my parents are always busy...mom working 9 to 5 and dad, well, he's always out of town. :(&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO LEAVE MY FRIENDS bcs im terrified that i wont be able to make friends over there.&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid of going to college.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of the seniority that's going to be super tough on me for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i won't like college.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i wont like my major and i'll fail.&lt;br /&gt;........i'm just paranoid about everything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all that, i'm trying to keep thinking about all the positive things. (which i dont find that many :s) And tomorrow night i'm going to host a farewell party with 3 of my other friends who will also be leaving town soon :"""( there will be lots of food and laughing and crying and people taking pictures...I know for sure i'm gonna cry like a baby. And i dont mind, i wont hide anything. I'm sad, terribly TERRIBLY sad that i have to leave them all, my family and friends. And i dont want to pretend to be strong, because Im not. And i'm just hoping all my paranoia will NOT come true and i'll have the BEST time in college! Amen :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i guess for now i'm closing my chapter here and will begin shortly with a new one. I hope it'll be wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-9214596999959726959?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9214596999959726959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/9214596999959726959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/9214596999959726959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaving.html' title='Leaving :&quot;('/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-7775994642107501230</id><published>2010-05-29T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:02:18.282+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant sleep. and tomorrow i have a very VERY important test. ITB test. FML. Gotta be up at 4.30 :( my friend misses her bf, and even though i can make her forget him for a while, she's still missing him..i feel bad :| (and jealous at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, tonite DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL is performing LIVE in jakarta!!!! *ENVY!* i'd watch if tomorrow isnt the MOST IMPRTANT TEST EVER. hhhhh my friends are coming to see them :( WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkk. enough rambling for now. gonna try to sleep. goodnite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-7775994642107501230?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7775994642107501230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7775994642107501230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7775994642107501230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1938834530997485375</id><published>2010-05-21T09:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:24:35.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just HAD  to piss people off. WHY am I that STUPID? Why do I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TEST&lt;/span&gt; people's love and care for me? WHY?! I hate myself for doing that.. I always get upset for the weirdest and smallest reasons..and I know I'm stubborn as hell when I'm upset..and as of now people can always put up with me on my seldom outbursts..but what if someday people get tired of it? I HAVE TO CHANGE. I dont want the people I care about stop caring about me because they think i'm too stubborn to listen...I need them in my life. I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people I've annoyed (that means every single one of my friends and family) I'm sorry..I'll change now :) I'm beginning to understand now, I'm an adult and I have to take responsibilities of my actions! :D &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/8678816393271413566-1938834530997485375?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1938834530997485375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1938834530997485375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1938834530997485375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5791152869001182421</id><published>2010-04-28T22:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:18:14.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;He's okay! :')&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5791152869001182421?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5791152869001182421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5791152869001182421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5791152869001182421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5968626914104957803</id><published>2010-04-25T06:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:25:00.664+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a dream abt Deepu last nite (or..this morning, at 3-ish). I dreamed he said sorry to me. No, he BEGGED me for mercy. He even went to my house and all! So to make a long story short, I forgave Deepu. After that, I remember CLEARLY he was wearing one of my father's favorite shirt, and we sat on the dining room, me and him. There's my grandparents and 'long lost' aunt --&gt; bcs she never visit us again after what happened with my uncle) in the living room. And i leaned to him like i always lean on my dad. Then.....just like my dad, he scooped me under his arms and kissed my forehead, then I rest my head against his left shoulder (!!!) turns out, my aunt saw what we did, and booooooooooooooy does she look furious! So i quickly went back to sit :P Deepu chuckled and I blushed like craaazy. haha! Then I went out to my yard, i forgot what i was going to do, but turns out the boys from my batch had a RUGBY MATCH there!!! awesome rite? hahahaha! So after I watched the game, (unclear who won) we went back to the front door. I remember being surrounded by all the boys in my batch (XIII♥ !!) and someone even squeezed my hand, idk why i remember that part, but i do. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH! I even asked Adrea abt the soccer jersey!!! hahahaha. Me and the guys were supposed to go in from the front door to the house, which is strategically located between the dining room and the living room. I think my plan in that dream was to make my aunt think I'm not with Deepu (btw, even in my dream, we are NOT together) and also to make Deepu jealous (idk why i want to do that, its a dream afterall). But just before we entered the house, I FRICKIN WOKE UP. BECAUSE OF A FRICKIN STUPID TEXT MESSAGE. Grrrrrgh. now I wont know what happen next....................... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now....the reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;i dreamed about Deepu begging for forgiveness:&lt;br /&gt;It's because he broke his promise. Not postponing, not some empty promises like usual --&gt; which, i'm okay with. But this one is an actual promise, and he broke it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B-R-O-K-E it&lt;/span&gt;. And what made me more upset was the sheer fact that I was totally excited. And had to be let down...................now i know i'll have to face those kind of things in life, but seriously, I was happy..i truly was. Now idk if i'd be able to let go of this any time soon. So for the time being i'm going to keep some distance to Deepu, and only answer as needed. Nothing more. I was really hurt! I waited until about 2.30AM..come on.... (well, even tho i slept thru it :p) then when i opened twitter there's this DM that he couldn't make it. I was hurt, upset, even mad. but was to sleepy to do anything about it. So i slept some more. I tried, anyways. I was so upset that i instantly went wide awake. Supposedly normal people would be muttering to themselves when upset. and keep them to themselves, in their hearts or somewhere. But because i'm somewhat sleepy, i wasn't able to mutter and curse and such, my heart didn't even ache. My head does. I was so upset but sleepy that instead of giving me a usual uneasy feeling in my guts, it gave me headache instead. So thanks, Deepu. thanks alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But on the other hand.................i was never to expect so much from anyone. So that was partly my fault. How can you expect something from someone who won't always be there, who will be gone, who probably wouldn't care about you anymore? Just like the last time. And.....to be honest, i think i've  done this to Deepu too, unconsciously. I probably have, i mean..this guy is so sensitive that even my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; is making him upset. Dear God. What do you expect? Go marry a chatter box if you want someone THAT talkative. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5968626914104957803?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5968626914104957803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5968626914104957803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5968626914104957803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-dream.html' title='Random dream'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-6111374237476099779</id><published>2010-04-19T10:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:52:07.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really feel like crying. My heart feels like it's ready to burst at any moment. Sometimes I even find it hard to breathe. Why..why does my heart ache this bad? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like it. I feel helpless..it's the downside of being in love, isn't it? The agony. Why does it have to be so hard? If you think about it, being in love is just about two people who feels the same way: to care for each other, where the happiness of their significant other is essential to oneself. Then I suppose things will work out the way they should, after all, they've agreed to share their feelings mutually, things should fall into place. There should be a happy ending, they should be content because they finally have one another to care and love for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Life always makes it hard. You try. You fail. You get back up and try again. You got it. But destiny took it back. And you fall. And you start from zero again. Doesn't destiny know that it gets frustrating at some point??? ARRGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I missed the simple life, where the hardest thing I had to do is memorize equations, or how to color inside the line. Or how to cut something. Now I have to worry about getting a job. In this challenging times, none the less. And I have to struggle to go to college, and to have the one I love beside me. Or rather just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding one &lt;/span&gt;first. Gosh, I feel like my whole life is starting right in front of my eyes. All I gotta do is hop on the train to the rest of my life. And frankly.............I don't think I'm ready. But if I don't jump, I'll miss the train and I wont go anywhere. And that's even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;........what TF am I rambling about? &lt;/span&gt;Oh God. &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/8678816393271413566-6111374237476099779?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6111374237476099779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramblings-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6111374237476099779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6111374237476099779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramblings-3.html' title='ramblings #3'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1590636942366832264</id><published>2010-04-14T23:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:03:55.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today the result from ITB univ. came out. And here's mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0vejnYfkr1qazad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't make it. Wasn't accepted into ITB :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I was somewhat shocked. Not that I'm confident I will make it..in fact I was pretty convinced that I wouldn't make it........... to my 1st choice. Didn't occur to me that I still wouldn't get accepted to my 2nd choice. Oh well. It upsets me a bit tho..What makes me sad isn't the fact that I didn't make it, it's the fact that I have to break it down to my grand parents and my dad.......................they'd be crushed :'( I'm sorry I've failed you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At dinner I decided to tell my grandma about this. What made it more heart breaking for me was her expression after she heard that. She was like &lt;em&gt;"Oh...you're kidding...?"&lt;/em&gt; And I can only look at her in the eyes and shake my head. And she'd repeat herself :'( Turns out my grandparents were just talking about arranging a meeting with me and my grandma's aqquaintance that works in Bali as a marine biologist, &lt;strong&gt;just this morning&lt;/strong&gt;. We (my grand parents and I) were supposed to go to her place, which is in freakin' BALI! How awesome was that supposed to be???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't have the heart to tell it to my grandpa, so my grandma delivered it to him. I thought he'd be shocked and upset..turns out he came out of his room (with a sad-accepting smile on his face) and sat down next to me. He said, &lt;em&gt;"...you're passion was always in drawing. I guess architect is what you're meant to be. I still have that picture of a rooster you made when you were 9. Your (late) grandma said that if someday you're famous, we'll look at that picture in our room and say, 'that's our grandchild'. So you see, she knew that you're best at drawing..and I approve of you taking architecture."&lt;/em&gt; I was tearing up when he said that :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, last but not least, is to tell my &lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;. He's out of town so I had to call him up. I told him about the bad news, and he said &lt;em&gt;"well there's always the 2nd round.. want to try again? No pressure tho, if you want to I'll arrange it for you. You sound sad...don't be sad, ok? You already have a univ. waiting for you, feel sad for the others who haven't been so lucky,"&lt;/em&gt; and all I could think of was that subtle hint of disappointment in his voice. But relieved none the less of how well he took it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall just surprised and VERY &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; relieved of how well my family took the news. They're soooooo supportive!&lt;em&gt; I ♥ my family :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1590636942366832264?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1590636942366832264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramblings-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1590636942366832264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1590636942366832264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramblings-2.html' title='Ramblings #2'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5533357666319746934</id><published>2010-03-25T17:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:42:32.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'>exaaaaams</title><content type='html'>i've been having my national exams this week. this means i'm much closer to being a college student! yeay! today's exam was physics. IT.WAS.HARD. i can only answer about 28 out of 40. man i suck :( i know that everyone keeps saying that we only need to pass, but truth be told i still care about my scores. i do want to get a good score and not just passing. but after today &amp; yesterday's test...passing would be superb. GOD, I WANT TO GRADUATE PLZ SO LET ME PASS THIS EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? it gets worse: after i finish my national exam i'll be having a test for ITB. awesome, right? national exams 22-26 and ITB 27-28. AND THEEEEEEEEEN I STILL HAVE SCHOOL ON MONDAY. FML. i'll be sure to have an outing with my friends after all this is done. wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh you know what? something happened to me about a week ago: someone proposed to me! unbelievable right? me. a high school student. being proposed to. and just a day before national exams too. hahahaha this guy couldn't pick a better timing? i mean come on............like i can think about that at a time like this? &lt;br /&gt;and just so you know..............i said no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5533357666319746934?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5533357666319746934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/exaaaaams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5533357666319746934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5533357666319746934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/exaaaaams.html' title='exaaaaams'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1312373942996073801</id><published>2010-03-25T17:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:33:37.242+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Lynx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbigcatareyouquiz/lynx.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a quiet observer of the world around you. Your wisdom comes from listening carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been extra sensitive and aware. And it's made it difficult for you to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see past people's outward personas. You are able to penetrate a stranger's soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've learned about people is both beautiful and ugly. And you keep these secrets to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatbigcatareyouquiz/"&gt;What Big Cat Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Work is Hard. Time for Blogthings!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1312373942996073801?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1312373942996073801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-lynx-you-are-quiet-observer-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1312373942996073801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1312373942996073801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-lynx-you-are-quiet-observer-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-8190696679063684821</id><published>2010-03-16T19:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:17:42.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too true</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Influential and Skilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-8190696679063684821?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8190696679063684821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8190696679063684821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8190696679063684821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-true.html' title='Too true'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-7158395885311401505</id><published>2010-03-13T19:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:29:59.344+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLOOOOOO MY LONG-ABANDONED BLOG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you! It's been aaaaaages since i've written anything in here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last time i posted something in here was probably about friends outing, rite? That was like....almost 2 years ago! OMG o.o now I almost finish high school.................time goes by so fast..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Imma miss my high school life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANYWAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been accepted in a university! thru scholarship none the less!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I FEEL PROUD!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National exam is due in one week and somehow i'm sick of studying for it. (oh no :s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though i've been accepted in univ., i'm still gonna try for another one. (Oh btw i got accepted in architecture major, aint it awesome?? hahahaha. But i'm gonna try to get into a biology major bcs im intrested to be a marine biologist. It just seems cool to dive all day~ tho its physically demanding......hmmmmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made some new friends :) yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a friend who's into me but im not really into him, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont miss Mike anymoooooore~! WOOHOOOO I've moved on, fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to move to Bandung pretty soon because my univ. is in Bandung. So i;ll be having a whole new start of life! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aannddd....thats it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-7158395885311401505?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7158395885311401505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7158395885311401505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7158395885311401505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1263397206265464687</id><published>2010-01-01T17:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:11:32.004+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT'S OFFICIALLY 2010 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope this year will be an even greater year filled with happiness :) and the kids in my batch to be accepted to their desired colleges, amen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So like every new years, there's always a resolution to be made. Well here's mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To seriously learn and strive to be better in this semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest but not hurtful. I know that my words are like knives, i'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be more mature and wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be more helpful to my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To prepare for my college life. Means I gotta study real hard to try ITB... or practice my line-drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be healthier. Consequently losing some pounds --&gt; gonna be hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be more religious --&gt; this is by far the hardest thing i have to do. I MUST DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1263397206265464687?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1263397206265464687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/ny-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1263397206265464687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1263397206265464687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/ny-resolution.html' title='NY Resolution'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-750953568698305561</id><published>2009-12-31T01:26:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:44:54.426+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last'/><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....and we spent it by going loco, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SzufQPfBpTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pHToDk600XY/s1600-h/Picture0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SzufQPfBpTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/pHToDk600XY/s400/Picture0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421101677853910322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SzufQdsgKbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dJpsAzrJz3U/s1600-h/Picture0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SzufQdsgKbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dJpsAzrJz3U/s400/Picture0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421101681668532658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SzufDs1NWkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tyy7EXyu9a4/s1600-h/Picture0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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As you know its the holiday season, thus i have no school and i have alot of free time! So i'm gonna post random things to my blog, hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got this link to a quiz to get to know yourself better from a friend, and here I'm gonna post my result. To my surprise this is actually very&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; accurate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;(also take the quiz)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are down-to-earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and people like you because you are so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;straightforward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. You are an efficient problem solver because &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;you will listen to both sides&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;very sensible tactics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Knowing what you like to do is important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's time for you to believe in who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took another quiz, here's my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(also take the quiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You really care about other people's feelings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are sincere&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Guys see you as being &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a thinker and a careful person&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;people will find you too shy and quiet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend thinks that you are a real doll but this is not a totally positive thing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes you can be a bit too sweet, and come across as being helpless.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you're like this too frequently, your boyfriend and other people are likely to get tired of you having to rely on them all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm......that 2nd quiz result reminds me of what my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has been telling me time and time again...looks like they're right! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well except maybe the last one..no one ever told me that.................................yet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-999081187309637455?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/999081187309637455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-to-know-myself-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/999081187309637455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/999081187309637455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-to-know-myself-better.html' title='Getting to know myself better'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-4803476761908241830</id><published>2009-12-25T01:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:02:13.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chrismas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Guess it's Christmas time.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ok. It's 1AM at the moment and it's officially Christmas! So first thing's first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; TO YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May this day bring you blessing, joy, and happiness..may your hearts be warm even in this cold season..all the best to u! GBU! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in Bandung with my dad and one of my bff: Naila :D got here Dec. 23rd nite, abt 10PM ish, hehe. I'm proud bcs my dad trusted me enough to drive a car &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT OF TOWN &lt;/span&gt;by myself!! Usually my dad is riding shotgun, but ystrday Naila was the 1 riding shotgun!! Yeahhh! I feel soooo mature (Y) and of course, we couldn't resist to take some photos while driving lol :p hey, we're save and sound, arent we? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, ystrday (well its rlly 2 days ago to be exact)  was MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY! He was born in 1961 so that'd make him 48 this year :D so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST FATHER!!&lt;br /&gt;HOPE U GET EVERYTHING U WANT N NEED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, u know how I was missing sum1? Well that longing feeling ceased with the help from my new friend Darpan Jain! (Y) he's 1 of my twitter follower frm India, lol. He was thr in the middle of the nite when I couldn't sleep n he consulted me :) thx a bunch! Ur a great guy n an even greater friend.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now another random thing: I'm currently using naila's blackberry bcs I cant sleep n she's already snoring beside me -____- haha&lt;br /&gt;I should be joining her, shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye people! And once again, merry christmas! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-4803476761908241830?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4803476761908241830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/4803476761908241830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/4803476761908241830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-its-christmas-time.html' title='Guess it&apos;s Christmas time.. :)'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5698166666393685769</id><published>2009-12-22T10:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:05:55.275+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Loving this rainy weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When it's windy and the clouds are always hanging above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5698166666393685769?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5698166666393685769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5698166666393685769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5698166666393685769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-2668978896266586384</id><published>2009-12-21T22:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:39:36.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're too beautiful to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to a guy I know and whom I care for, but sadly I don't think he cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/Sy-ZtHqNeuI/AAAAAAAAARs/s8Iz_XsDaQA/s1600-h/tumblr_kr0qpfn2kl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/Sy-ZtHqNeuI/AAAAAAAAARs/s8Iz_XsDaQA/s400/tumblr_kr0qpfn2kl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417717877179251426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's rite. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; so nice, now you just disappeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/Sy-ZRT1s3fI/AAAAAAAAARk/kIbzOxAbDQQ/s1600-h/forget+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/Sy-ZRT1s3fI/AAAAAAAAARk/kIbzOxAbDQQ/s400/forget+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417717399412334066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..thus I've got to try and forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though I don't want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you're too beautiful to forget)&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/8678816393271413566-2668978896266586384?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2668978896266586384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-too-beautiful-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2668978896266586384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2668978896266586384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-too-beautiful-to-forget.html' title='You&apos;re too beautiful to forget'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/Sy-ZtHqNeuI/AAAAAAAAARs/s8Iz_XsDaQA/s72-c/tumblr_kr0qpfn2kl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-3229045719627151167</id><published>2009-12-18T20:31:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:54:54.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is said that pictures and photographs usually describes the artist's feelings at the moment, and tears are the result of unexpressed feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, here are the things that describes me rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah i'm a bit sad, but i'm trying to stay positive :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku7tdobyDX1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 441px;" src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku7tdobyDX1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SyuHeftzilI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BvnnfA8FUHo/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SyuHeftzilI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BvnnfA8FUHo/s400/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416571934822599250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kudinjyJBw1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kudinjyJBw1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuf0w50eYG1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuf0w50eYG1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kundqkiGyD1qa5gdjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 700px;" src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kundqkiGyD1qa5gdjo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;copyright goes to the people who posted at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/"&gt; icanread.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you should open that blog if you havent already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Congrats to Naila who's finally in an official relationship! hope this one stays forever :*&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/8678816393271413566-3229045719627151167?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3229045719627151167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/3229045719627151167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/3229045719627151167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SyuHeftzilI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BvnnfA8FUHo/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-9037071917059050078</id><published>2009-12-18T11:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:47:23.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st holiday post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FINALLY !!!! HOLIDAY IS HEEEEEREEEE ~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after 6 struggling months of studying...i have 3 weeks to unwind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my plan is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PLAN!&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;imma do what i want, when i want (Y)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;life's good&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can take a break from the hectic world that is my high school life, and all the dramas that comes along with it, yeah! :D and i got accepted to college already, so all i gotta do i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s focus on graduating from my HS and I'll be set to study architecture! (Y) (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;wish me luck! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you all good luck too on achieving what you want to achieve ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another matter, yesterday i went out with a couple of my friends and ate sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; til we drop! lol :D and i bought a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt; (yes people, apparently there's still a hint of girlishness in me, lol) that I'll wear on my friends' party tomorrow nite ♥ this is what the dress looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SysIcXjW2gI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v165fQ4rhIQ/s1600-h/18122009506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SysIcXjW2gI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v165fQ4rhIQ/s320/18122009506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416432260294826498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simple, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8678816393271413566-9037071917059050078?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9037071917059050078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-holiday-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/9037071917059050078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/9037071917059050078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-holiday-post.html' title='1st holiday post :)'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SysIcXjW2gI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v165fQ4rhIQ/s72-c/18122009506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-4208028445823149185</id><published>2009-12-18T11:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:31:35.108+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m loud.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve smoked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I drink coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m shorter than 5’5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;I wear a piece of jewelery at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have small feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve missed an ex before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I have at least ten friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend. (its normal, &amp;hearts;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been on a train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ve left the state/province. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ve taken a city bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ve taken a school bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I listen to country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I listen to pop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I listen to rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I download music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve seen and like House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Life&lt;br /&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve lied to my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ve lied to my parents about where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had black.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been red. (very light)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blue/green.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I use conditioner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve curled my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve braided my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve had an in-school suspension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve cheated on a test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve failed P.E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been on the honor roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on effort honor roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow...okay, i guess now you guys know a bit more about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-4208028445823149185?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4208028445823149185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/4208028445823149185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/4208028445823149185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-me.html' title='This is me'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-6516843117595227837</id><published>2009-09-12T11:47:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:04:25.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just to show that i'm still alive and kickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay ! it's been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; since i updated this blog! Alot has been going on..here's some that i remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. JAVA ROCKIN' LAND 7-9TH AUGUST 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a rock festival with my buddies on the 7th and 8th August! We saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Baggabownz&lt;/span&gt;, its like a huge rock band in the Netherlands but nobody knows 'em here (typical), haha. The band was great! it reminds me of linkin park and evanescence (did i spelled it correctly?) which was great because i like em. The singer is a girl, and turns out her DAD is INDONESIAN! :woot: hahaha :D so she kinda speaks in Indonesian, and she even turned one of the song into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FULL INDONESIAN&lt;/span&gt;!! that was great :D and i became a new fan, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Melee !&lt;/span&gt; and the show was AWESOME !! they were soooo energetic, and the singer was wearing a white t-shirt that reads &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;WE ARE NOT AFRAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; AKA the shirt of Indonesian Youth Community that states that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;we're not afraid of terrorists!&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of their performance there was this fireworks coming out from the back and the sides of the stage!!!!!! it was a great opening day for the festival and an awesome closing for Melee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We almost watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vertical Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also, but my friends were already tired and tomorrow is another day, soooo we headed back to my friend's house and sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next daaay, we had to go to another friend's birthday party! It was on the afternoon, while the festival starts around 7pm so we were like hopping place to place hahaha :D the party was great! it was held in Sushi Tei and we were all treated with FREE ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHIIII !!!! Life is good ;) After that we went straight to the rock fest and watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! On this 2nd day the place (which was Carnival Beach at Ancol, btw) was jam packed with people! litterally! we were kinda scared that we'd be like stuck in the middle of a mosh pit or somethin :s but thankfully we didnt :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we went inside a baloon maze and we were probably stuck there for like...half an hour just trying to get out. I was ready to pop that baloon and walk out when it deflated lol. It made me claustrophobic, stupid baloon maze in the middle of a rock festival :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah we also watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;White Shoes and the Couples Company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(which was totally weird because they're more of a classic blues/jazz band than rock :s but w/e) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Big&lt;/span&gt; !!!! The crowd was HUGE !! it TRIPLED the maximum capacity! Thankfully it was on a beach so people were just like scattering everywhere hahaha, it was a great night indeed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then the night ended with a nightmare. There was this stupid bus and this stupid red car that were blocking the ONLY U-turn to the exit. So we were stuck there until 1-ish and got home at 2.30AM. whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. BALI TRIP 21-28TH JUNE 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well...to tell the truth I also went to Bali with my girlfriends a couple months back, i dunno why i never wrote it down here, but its just that there's so much to tell....so to make it short, we were on a school holiday for 5 weeks so we decided to go to Bali for a week. It was a really short time and CLEARLY not enough but we had such a blast there! We went from the 21-28th of June if I'm not mistaken and we celebrated 2 of my friends' birthday there! we celebrated it in a club called "Ku De Ta" and finished it with a dinner in a restaurant called "Blue Gil" which was on the sea side..and we got the best table on the house, and it was decorated! Plus a double layer heart-shaped birthday cake for the birthday girl ;) LOVE YOU NAILAAAAA !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8678816393271413566-6516843117595227837?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6516843117595227837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-to-show-that-im-still-alive-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6516843117595227837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6516843117595227837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-to-show-that-im-still-alive-and.html' title='just to show that i&apos;m still alive and kickin'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-7318906097333020386</id><published>2009-08-27T14:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:35:23.867+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood: sucky D:</title><content type='html'>wew, udah lama juga ya gue ngga post apa2 di blog!&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue udah kelas 3 :D tepatnya dari bulan lalu sih, hehe, dan jadi anak kelas 3 itu sibuk yah ? me no likey :( udah pelajarannya susah, mau ada UAN, banyak tagihan, udah gitu diakhiri dengan PISAH SAMA SAHABAT :'( what's so great about being a senior then? isn't it supposed to be like 'the greatest time of your life' ? i dont see it :( or maybe its just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, there's LOADS to tell actually, so much so that i dont know where to start. I'm feeling....sucky. i think i might actually be depressed D: i'm mostly fine when i'm with my friends. but when i'm not, i will start to feel dejected and depressed, and dark thoughts will surround me. like...really dark thoughts, and i dont like it :( but a bigger part of me says that all those thoughts are true. I'm trying to keep those thoughts at bay, but sometimes i just cant, y'know? sedih deh gue kalo kayak gini. Maybe people see me as a strong, well-balanced, and rounded person; but i'm really not. I'm really, really fragile. and i have very low self-esteem. which is not good, not good at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-7318906097333020386?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7318906097333020386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-sucky-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7318906097333020386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7318906097333020386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-sucky-d.html' title='mood: sucky D:'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-6927766362402743162</id><published>2009-08-13T01:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:27:37.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miki'/><title type='text'>Accidentally (out of) love</title><content type='html'>Gue ngga yakin, tapi kayaknya. Gue. Baru. Putus.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue ngga yakin kita bnr2 jadian 5-6 bln ini!&lt;br /&gt;Jadi...udah pernah gue ceritain kan ttg Miki?(technically its Mike/Mikey/Michael, but Miki is good too, lol) nah jadi gue sm dia itu slm setengah tahun ini sdg menjalani sebuah hubungan ga jelas..haha, lebih baik disebut hts kali yee? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, barusan, setelah hampir 2 bln ga kontak2an, gue akhirnya chatting lg sm diaa. Di tengah pembicaraan random, si Miki tiba2 nanya, "pm nya Arief -cepat sembuh Jodi- artinya apa?" so i said "Cepat sembuh means get well soon. Jodi is a name" gt kaan. Terus dia nanya lagi, "kl pm lo -sombong ya...ck ah- apa artinya?" trs aku blg aku ga mau jawab, soalnya agak susah mengartikannya..bkn arrogant jg sih, its more like..cuek gt loh. Dan sebenernya itu ditujukan utk dia, karena dia janji supaya bs ngobrol lagi kyk biasanyaa, tp nyatanya dia ngga menggubris gue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah stlh itu tb2 dia nanya.. "siapa yg sombong?" jengjeeng..kl gue blg itu buat dia kan ngga enak, jd kubilang aja "looooo~ hahahaha" biar kyk bercanda kaaan. Terus dia panik gt, "gue???? Gue ngapain lo??!!" trs gue blg kan "haha, ampun deh, bukan buat lo kali..you're one of my best friend! Why would i hate you??"&lt;br /&gt;Nah. 2 kata itu tuh: best. Friend.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kubilang kyk gt, dia lgsg jeda bentar gt br bls "ooh haha, untung deh bkn buat gue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yg paling paraah dan bikin gue yakin kl barusan, dengan 2 kata mujarab itu, gue secara tidak langsung mutusin Miki adalaaaah saat gue mau off, dan dia cuma berkata: "take care! Tqm". Cuma tqm. Bener2 cuma te quiero mucho. Dimana biasanya dia bilang "love you". Bahkan terakhir gue ngobrol sm dia dia msh blg 'love you' di akhir. Aku shock kareba bahkan stlh aku duluan yg blg DIA.TIDAK. MEMBALAS. Skrg cm 'tqm'. I'm back at the beginning!! :""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah alasan knp gue berfikiran bahwa Gue. Mutusin. Miki. IT WASNT INTENDED!!! Aku ngga mau cm tmn sm diaaaa. I wanna be special in his eyes :( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun udah gue coba lagi, dilain kesempatan, utk blg i love u duluan, DIA TETEP G BLS. Satu2nya saat dia blg 'i love u too' adalah waktu dia ngebantuin gue bikin kalam, dan gue blg "yaaay thankyou! Love u love u!". Pd awalnya dia cm ketawa gt, trs gue pancing: "u dont love me too?" lgsg dilanjutkan dgn "sori lg random, g usah dihiraukan" (pathetic aint it?) dan stlh itu dia br blg "course i love u too" tp selebihnya nggak :( gue udh minta maaf ke dia, meskipun gue g blg knp, dan dia merasa g ada yg salah dan we're good. Gue hanya ngerasa kl selama ini dia blg 'love u' ke gue krn at some point dia merasa we're a couple. AND I FEEL THE SAME WAAAAY!! I STILL DO!!!! Tp krn 2 kata sial itu...semuanya jd 'tqm' lagii :( :( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HIM BAAAAAACK! :'""( *wails*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-6927766362402743162?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6927766362402743162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/accidentally-out-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6927766362402743162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6927766362402743162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/accidentally-out-of-love.html' title='Accidentally (out of) love'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1246530381044544639</id><published>2009-07-26T09:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:54:41.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qasidahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kmrn gue sm temen2 diundang ke ultahnya Ecol di Sambara Cipete. Tempatnya enak, makanannya juga, apalagi dengan keberadaan 12 teman terdekat gue disana :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kan sistem mesennya kayak buffet gitu kan, terus mesennya harus per kelompok (maksudnya biar sekalian gitu), yaudah gue sm Tika sm Naila, mesennya ayam, ikan, udang, tempe-tahu, gitu2...ehhhhhh taunya kelompok sebelum gue, Ecol, Adit, Indra, Keisha mesen makanan sampe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGUNUNG&lt;/span&gt; ! ngga lebay nih, bener2 piringnya sampe menggunung gitu!! parah banget hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;setelah semua makanannya dateng, kelompok gue pas mesennya (ya ada ikan sih ngga kemakan :P) dan kelompok anom, irvin, hirzi, koto nambah lauk, haha! Sedangkan kelompoknya ecol yg paling kewalahan gitu makannya, hahaha, sampe ecol aja KO ! dan lo tau sendiri seberapa besarnya nafsu makan Ecol ckckckck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makanyaaaaa jangan laper mataaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terus pas kita udah selesai makan tiba2 seluruh karyawan dan karyawati Sambara dateng dari belakang, Qasidah-an sambil bawa nasi putih ditumpeng gitu terus ditaro lilin buat Ecol :) sampe didepan ecol mereka nyanyi selamat ulang tahun :D hahahaha, heboh banget! terus kita foto2 deeeeh~ ngga nyangka banget mereka bakalan dimulai dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qasidahan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QASIDAHAN &lt;/span&gt;men! Emang sih pertamanya mereka kayak berembuk dideket meja kita, gue sm Indra juga udah merasa bakal dinyanyiin, tapi kan ngga pake Qasidahan juga lah yaaaaaaa, hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was fun, it was a fun day :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANKYOU ECHOL !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh ya btw, masa' pas billnya dateng, billnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panjaaaaaang&lt;/span&gt; banget sampe harus dilipet 2x biar masuk ke buku billnya! ckckckck. pasti kelompoknya echol tuh :P wakakakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1246530381044544639?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1246530381044544639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/qasidahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1246530381044544639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1246530381044544639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/qasidahan.html' title='Qasidahan'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-6667891738663040750</id><published>2009-07-10T09:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:07:08.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premonition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Measles..measles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so i've been sick these couple of days. Which means I cant go absolutely anywhere, AT ALL. Nice D: My dad even said that I must stay in bed, NO TV OR INTERNET. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH RITE! &lt;/span&gt;Sorry pops, but i'm gonna have to disobey you on that one. So here I am, browsing the internet, updating my blog :D hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my illness, i somehow hallucinate, but thankfully its while i'm asleep, so it counts as dreaming :D but it felt so real! and i'm not the kind of person who dreams often, i usually have dreamless sleeps. but this couple of days, i dreamt stuff thats really....real, it might as well be a premonition :p The 1st dream i had was....i was at school, and was gossiping and such, when suddenly...Indra was it? came up to Keisha and whispered something and I  got curious. Indra was asking "gimana perkembangan lo sama dia?" and i was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arent you with Adit anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; . And then Keisha answered him, like half mad and such, and said "....he's a great guy and all, but...he's so gay!" And then Indra said "He's not gay!" and it went on and on and on. They were bickering about wether or not someone's gay. Huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But still, i have no idea who this guy was, I thought, maybe Echol, but he's...atleast i dont think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I asked and asked, but neither of them wants to tell me anything, so I went home kinda pissed. Then I met Koto, and i asked the same question. Turns out he knew who the guy was! and i was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;am I the only frickin one who doesnt know anything??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; . But.......he also wouldnt tell me. Argh! So then I met Radi, and i asked the same question. (idk why i asked him, its a dream afterall, hehe) and HE ALSO KNEW! But thankfully he told me who this mysterious guy was. You wanna know who he is? Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Ayodi for everything thats holy's sake! Are you frickin serious???? Keisha..and Ayodi. ..................................Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i woke up, i was pretty sure that the dream i had was a premonition. i mean, i've had some 'successful' premonitions, no lie. But this one? I'm hoping its not true. It'd be too....nasty. Eww!!!!!!!! xS You're not...arent you Kei? with Ayodi? pdkt? ngga kan? plz say so :( :( :( jijik banget soalnya...asli deh. And i meant that as an offense to Ayodi, actually :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 2nd dream I had...well, its more pleasant than the 1st one, still kinda creepy tho. I forgot how the beginning went, but in the end Mike was....extraordinarily nice to me. Like...creepy-pdkt nice. He even sent me one of this...winks (?) y'know, on msn, the uh...kissy lips thing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which, btw, EWW!&lt;/span&gt; And after that he typed in "do you like that? ;) " i was like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what??!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that was so wrong... its one thing if you're playing 'wink-war' (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, i just invented that word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;) with one of your best friends whom you know isnt serious at all, but its another thing when it came from someone who's never played any winks, gave a kissy wink, and typed in something like that. Its...aw, eewwwww!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then i woke up and wondered if that actually happened last nite. Because last time i was online on mobile i saw him, but he was away. and then I went to sleep, but my dad used my laptop to work, and automatically turned on my msn. Wouldnt it be funny if somehow that really happened and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt; whas the one who got it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaa i hate being sick :( i feel nauseous, and both of my kidneys sting like crazy! idk whats wrong with it. I got a fever up to 39 celcius, and a diarrhea x( the doctor said that i have a digestive infection, and if my fever hasnt come down by Saturday (which is...tommorrow :s) i'm gonna have to take a blood check. DAMN IT !! I think the doctor is kinda afraid that i have swine flu (plz dont, ya Allah) but i really think its just measles, seeing as how i took care of Dila when she had symptoms similar like mine now...and turned out she has measles. So......im hoping its only measles and i'll get better real soon! AMEN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-6667891738663040750?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6667891738663040750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/measlesmeasles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6667891738663040750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6667891738663040750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/measlesmeasles.html' title='Measles..measles..'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5600703395238251181</id><published>2009-06-18T22:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:04:09.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 hari yg lalu, yaitu hari Selasa, 16 Juni 2009 gue pergi naik kereta api sama bapak :D ngga tanggung2, jurusan Jakarta-Pekalongan! Kereta berangkat jam 7.15 pagi, otomatis dari rumah jam setengah 6 gitu naik taksi....it was awesome!! Perjalanan jauh pertama gue menggunakan kereta api. Biasanya kan paling Bandung2 lagi gitu yah, sekarang Pekalongan! Jawa Tengah! 5 Jam! Woohooo!! Yes, i know i sound pathetic. tapi namanya juga seneng gimana donggg ? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selama perjalanan gue udah girang sendiri aja gitu, ya pokoknya bayangin anak 5 tahun dibawa naik kereta api untuk pertama kalinya. Itulah gue, soalnya terakhir gue naik kereta api dalam negeri adalah waktu gue 5 tahun, itupun ke bandung, dan keadaan kereta apinya tidak seperti sekarang ! dulu tuh yang masih kursinya hadap2an ber 4-4 gitu, tau kan lo, sedangkan sekarang bener2 kayak executive class gitu, leg room nya bener2 legaaaa banget dan dikasih makan kayak dipesawat gitu (ya mungkin karena perjalanan 5 jam kali ye. haha) dan ACnya dingin banget ck ck ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus ada kejadian lucu, masa' setelah lewat stasiun Tegal tiba2 kereta api nya &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;maju-mundur&lt;/span&gt; kayak setrikaan! alhasil ETA (estimated time of arrival) nya mundur sejam. haha, baru pertama kali tuh gue naik kereta api maju mundur gitu ! :p :p anyways, akhirnya sampai juga lah di pekalongan. terus aku sama bapak naik taksi ke tempat tujuan, which was Pabrik Teh Dandang yg ada disana. Rencananya mau kayak 'rapat' gitu sekalian ngambil Ford Ranger gituu. Nah akhirnya dimulailah 'rapat' dari jam 1 sampe jam 4 non stop ~___~ i was like sooooooo bored tapi yaah mau tidak mau deh. hahaha, yah itung2 menjelajah pabrik, luas banget parahhh and it was an awesome spot to take photos, honestly! tapi pake baju summer yang ngejreng dan light gitu hehe, yeah pokoknya begitulah. sesuatu yang sangat contrast gitu hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya jam 4 selesai sudah tuh rapat, dan akhirnya kita bawa tuh ford ranger dan kita memulai perjalanan dengan mobil dari Pekalongan ke Bandung !!!! UOOOOOOH sangat menakjubkan, haha, aku iba sama bapak, tapi gimana dong aku ngga bisa bantu gantiin nyetir, nanti nyasar :s dengan berangkat jam 4 sore itu (ditambah makan dan macet) kita sampe Bandung jam 12.30 AM !! alias jam 00.30 !!! gilaaaa gue aja yg udah tidur 2x dimobil sampe kamar langsung nyenyak lagi sampe subuh, apa kabar bokap gue yah? kasihaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you Papa !! &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keesokan harinya, aku sama bapak pagi2 ke ATM terus bapak nemenin aku belanja di Rumah Mode ~!!! Dan saya KALAP saudara saudara !! saya membeli 10 (YES, SEPULUH) potong baju! its sooooo unlike me! gila tuh kalap pertama kalinya karena baju. baju men, baju! gue dan fashion doesnt mix that well, hahaha. Bapak sedih banget tuh pasti mengeluarkan uangnya, karena pasti kaget banget anaknya yg satu ini bisa menghabiskan sangat banyak uang di satu tempat :p yaampun, maaf ya pak, lagi2,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I love you Papa !! &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blm selesai disitu, aku sama bapak masih mau beli koper, karena koperku dibawa sama Bapak di Padang :s hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis beli segala macem itu, barulah kita pulang ke rumah, terus shalat ashar, eh terus lanjut lagi, sekarang mau balik ke Jakarta naik bus ! ck ck ck aku kasian lah sama bapak, pasti capek banget kan ya tuh. Yaudah akhirnya setelah ashar aku sm bapak naik ojek sampe ke depan, terus naik angkot ke Leuwi Panjang terus nyeberang ke perempatan dimana suka ada primajasa mangkal. Pas banget, setelah kita baru selesai nyeberang di perempatan tiba2 ada bis primajasa jurusan Bandung-Lb. Bulus mangkal! yaudah kita masuk aja :D :D berangkat skitar jam...4 ato 4.30, sampe jakarta jam 7/7.30, turun di perempatan fatmawati terus jalan kaki ke Pizza Hut fatmawati! hehe, lumayan tuh, seru abisss. untung bawaannya dikit, belajaan yg baju dan koper itu ditinggalin di Bandung dan bakal diambil belakangan hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya pas di bis kan sempet isi bensin dulu sebentar, terus ada mas2 petugas primajasa dari bis lain yg memberitahukan sebuah pengumuman tentang jurusan bis primajasa yg baru gitu kan, karena bis jurusan Bandung-Lb.Bulus udah ngga lewat Cawang lagi karena suatu alasan, dan petugas yg bilang ini entah mengapa mirip si Chekov yg di star trek itu! gue lupa lah namanya siapa, tapi mirip! kecil juga, potongan rambutnya begitu juga, raut mukanya begitu juga, suaranya juga begitu!! itu lucu banget, tapi yg ini versi kulit oriental berrambut hitam saja :D hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus juga ada kejadian menyebalkan di Pizza Hut. Jadi kan aku sama bapak udah kayak kecapekan dan kelaperan gitu kan, terus kita memesan makanan dong tentunya. Setelah ditunggu dan ditunggu dan ditunggu, pesanan tak kunjung datang, minumannya pun tidak! usut punya usut, ternyata order kita belum tercetak saudara saudaraaaaaaa. Waiter yang ngurusin kita pun meminta maaf dengan amat sangat, bapak juga udah emosi gitu pas waiternya dateng lagi minta diulangi pesanannya bapak lgsg blg "emang yg tadi kenapa?" nadanya udah setengah keras gitu, lebih ke tegas sih tapi matanya tuh kayak nahan amarah gitu wuih auranya menakutkan sekali lah, waiternya juga udah kayak ketakutan gitu jawabnya "itu..tadi itunya ngga keluar, maaf ya bapak" ck ck kasihan, akhirnya aku ulangin kan pesanannya. Terus waiter itu jadi kalap sendiri gitu kasihan deh yaampuuun. bener2 panik gituuuu :s i feel sorry for him. But hey, its cute to see him like that, hahaha. Waiternya lumayan lucu juga sih, agak2 kayak....aduh siapa tuh yg juara 2 indonesian idol angkatannya Mike ? hmmm, yg terakhir terlihat jadi host For Youth Info? yah pokoknya dia, versi lebih di stretch dikit. So yeah, the waiter looks kinda gay, and acts like one too, but he's still cute! especially when panicked :P wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seru lah pokoknya kemarin ituuu. Having a road trip with dad is awesome~!! This is what family time is all about :D jadi pengen deh kyk road trip keliling indonesia gituu pake kereta api, tapi terus ada mobil gitu nunggu di tempat tujuan biar abis itu kita bisa road trip :D hehehe&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU PAPA !! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5600703395238251181?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5600703395238251181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5600703395238251181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5600703395238251181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-papa.html' title='I &amp;hearts; Papa!'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-1435838401774368292</id><published>2009-06-18T21:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:48:25.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day in~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hari ini menyenangkaaaaan~! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini gue kerumah tika dan mengadakan girls day in, hehe. Gue, Lika, Keisha, Dila, Dias kerumah tika jam 10an gitu, terus ngebangunin Tika (seperti biasa, haha). Tapi kali ini ngebanguninnya relatif gampang, karenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dibangunkan dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h.o.t.  g.o.s.s.i.p. &lt;/span&gt; wakakaka, ngga gossip sih, its a fact, lebih ke...hot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;news &lt;/span&gt;kali ya, yang berakhir jadi bahan gossip, hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berawal dari gue menjemput Lika disekolah, terus gue ceritakan lah kejadian kemarin (yang nanti sepertinya bakal gue ceritain juga disini). Pada intinya gue nyuruh lika buka inbox gue daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan membaca recent inbox gue ;p ternyataaaaaa isinya jauh lebih seru daripada &lt;a href="http://ngupingjakarta.blogspot.com/"&gt;nguping jakarta&lt;/a&gt; katanya! haha! jadi kita putuskan utk kita bacain ke tika biar tika bangun. Bener aja loh, pas kita masuk kan tika masih dibawah selimut gitu, ngga ada nyawanya, terus pas Tika denger Lika bacain isi inbox gue dia langsung melek dan bangun saudara2 !! haha ! tehnik yang sangat ampuh nan mujarab! :D :D wakakaka. Terus gue, Lika, sama Tika udah ketawa2 gitu kan karena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ada seseorang yang bilang bahwa dia adalah sebuah (?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt; wakakakakaka komedi banget tuh sumpaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus Dila Dias dateng, dan lika kembali membacakan isi sms dari hp gue, kali ini 5 orang ketawa terbahak2 karenanya :D haha, terus agak lama kemudian Keisha baru dateng, tapi lika udah capek bacain inboxnya (soalnya panjang men, haha) jadi dia disuruh baca sendiri, terus Keisha emosi sendiri gitu hahahahaha lucu banget deh pokoknya, gara2 sang asap wakakaka :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis puas ngata2in dan gossipan, kita kekamar ole utk internetan, terus entah kenapa dan ngomongin apa, tiba2 kita ngebuka FB dan blognya&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Quita&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA entertaining abis gilaaaaaa bahan cercaan banget emang tu anak. ngga ada matinya lah yang namanya mencerca Quita ! :D :D hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS ! lama2 kita bosen, terus laper, terus kita akhirnya ke Citos untuk makan BK. daaaaan ternyata Citos masih mati lampu saudara2 ! jadi sebagian panas gitu, termasuk BK. Mennnn BK panas banget ngga nahan~ bener2 summer lahhh. Setelah makan kita beli es krim di foodmart terus kita balik ke rumah Tika, terus nonton&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Zack and Miri make a porno&lt;/span&gt;, hahahahaha, tapi ngga ditonton sampe abis sih, abisan jijik dan bosen duluan, akhirnya malah foto2 di halaman belakang :p gila tuh pasti yang paling banyak keisha sama tika deh tuh foto2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;it was a great day in ♥&lt;/span&gt; would LOOOOOVE to do it again sometime, next time yg lengkap! hehe, syg banget yg ngga ikut hari iniii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya btw, malemnya pas tante Rini pulang dibawain UDANG SAMA KEPITING it was YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY :9 hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-1435838401774368292?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1435838401774368292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-day-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1435838401774368292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/1435838401774368292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-day-in.html' title='girls day in~'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-7439746599434815433</id><published>2009-06-10T21:53:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:44:14.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime la France !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt; !! Finally :D :D hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya sih liburnya udah mulai dari Sabtu minggul lalu, tapi yaaaaaa...........&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beginilah&lt;/span&gt;. (baca: males posting)&lt;br /&gt;Hari Jumat minggu lalu, tepatnya tanggal 5 Juni 2009, gue dan semua anak kelas XI IPA akhirnya menyelesaikan UAS kita jam 9 pagi :D haha, karena ulangan hari Jumat kmrn itu cuma 1; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAHASA ASING&lt;/span&gt;. As for XI IPS masih ada sejarah setelahnya, so......yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gue sendiri ngambil Perancis as my Bahasa Asing..and i didnt really study for anything. infact, i convinced myself that Friday, 5th june, is just an illusion. Yep, thats rite! That means there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday June 5th, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; French test :D the last test was done the day before, Thursday June 4th, and it were Biology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and English. Yep! Yessirree! Haha :D And that exactly what happened.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anggie kan nginep juga dirumah gue (dengan niat ingin belajar Perancis, btw :p) terus akhirnya kita malah nonton DVD sama youtube-an :p :p nah, gara2 nonton DVD ini nih, kita menemukan eye-candy bernama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tad Hilgenbrinck &lt;/span&gt;:D :D :D I know, not a commercial/memorable name, but still, he's H-O-T ♥ mirip banyak orang gitu, kadang &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;James marsden&lt;/span&gt;, kadang &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Cruise &lt;/span&gt;malah kadang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt; ! wakakakaka :D so he's like..all of them in one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.variety.com/rbidata/photogallery/variety/16690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.variety.com/rbidata/photogallery/variety/16690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tad Hilgenbrinck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who does he remind you of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, after that, kita langsung nyari2 Tad hilgenbrinck gitu kan, terus ketemulah bahwa dia main film indie yg berjudul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Curiousity of Chance&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; dimana dia mendapat peran utama, yaitu Chance Marquiz, a proud high school student who never could fit in. Later we found out that he likes his lab-partner slash neighbour, who's a Jock. Gue sama Anggie langsung pengen nyari tu DVD, tapi sayangnya karena itu film Indie, jadi susaaaaaaaah banget dicarinya. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Off to another topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minggu ini gue lagi menjalani yang namanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;community service&lt;/span&gt; di RS Fatmawati..harusnya sih mulai dari Senin, tapi ternyata senin baru dpt surat ijinnya (gara2 Mba Uci lelet! Huh!) terus selasa baru dtg ke RS..eh taunya di RS juga rebek, perlu lapor sana sini lah, surat ijinnya mana lah, lalalala. pokoknya pada intinya awal2 ngerepotin banget parahh. Alhasil kita baru officially mulai hari ini, Rabu 10 Juni, dan berakhir besok (alhamdulillah) hahaha :D tadinya udah sempet hampir ngga tahan tuhh gara2 rebek dsb, tapi yaah namanya juga community service, sabar2in aja lah ya :) lagian Naila juga udah bersusah payah supaya kita bisa disitu, masa' kita ngeluh sihh, ya nggaaaa? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Terus yaa, kmrn (yang seharusnya hari pertama comm serv tapi batal) kita semua *Gue, Anggie, Keisha, Naila, Dila, Lika, Cininta, Scilla, Ayodi* malah cabut ke Citos, hahaha :p kita makan di BK, terus Cinin, Scilla, Ayodi misah karena mau langsung ke sekolah kan abis itu, hehe, terus sisanya makan didalem BK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;............................ :)&lt;br /&gt;Jadiiii.....meja sebelah kita itu diisi oleh 4 french students, like...genuine French ppl, and all of them are good looking (well, there's this 1 girl but she's also pretty) and they spoke French! hahaha. But there's this 1 particular guy that really stood out the most, idk his name, but he kinda look like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;young Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; :D haha, terus kita foto gitu! (yaah...candid sih, still..a photo none the less!)&lt;br /&gt;This is him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs086.snc1/4602_96069825676_587090676_2396952_2087131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs086.snc1/4602_96069825676_587090676_2396952_2087131_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Duh maaf ya masih ada sebagian mukanya Anggie, haha, ngga usah di crop jg gpp kan yaahh, haha :p kan yang penting lo liat dia kayak apa :) :) enak dilihat yah ? haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 2 cowok lainnya mukanya kayak Greg Paulus dan Justin Long, haha, really!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;J'aime la France dehhhhh pokoknyaa! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(selama diluar alizhar) kalo didlm alizhar: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Je deteste la France&lt;/span&gt; :p :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus setelah makan di BK kita (kecuali Lika, Cinin, Scilla, Ayodi) nonton Star Trek. And the movie was A-W-E-S-O-M-E !!!! Awal2nya aja udah mengharukan gitu kan, yaa meskipun tidak bisa dipungkiri bahwa skitar 20 menit setelah opening yg mengharukan itu gue sempet ngantuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banget&lt;/span&gt; sampe mempertimbangkan memejamkan mata (dan btw, kalo gue memejamkan mata gue bisa tidur nyenyak), tapi once you pass that its action til the end :D durasinya agak lebih lama ya memang dari film2 pada umumnya, but it was still awesome! kinda twisted, dan ngga semua orang bakalan ngerti, hehe, and i love this character yang namanya Chekov :) aksennya itu lhoooooo. haha, dan mukanya ngegemesin banget &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 stars man! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..so...its like 12.36AM, dan bsk gue masih ada comm serv dan harus sampe disana jam 8. i know im gonna have a hard time waking up tommorrow..sigh~ gara2 baru bangun jam 7 mlm nih! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay then! gotta go, good...night (?) people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adios! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&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/8678816393271413566-7439746599434815433?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7439746599434815433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/jaime-la-france.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7439746599434815433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7439746599434815433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/jaime-la-france.html' title='J&apos;aime la France !'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-2001740516162509066</id><published>2009-06-03T22:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:49:59.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killed by exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UAS. IS. KILLING. ME. !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UAS? Apa itu UAS? UAS adalah Ujian Akhir Semester ato Ujian Akhir Sekolah (your pick) or as I like to call it: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXECUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap. Betul, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UAS=Eksekusi&lt;/span&gt;. Kenapa? Karena al-izhar yang btw biasanya ngga pernah ada ginian tiba2 ada. dan, emang sih poin kedua ini gara2 muridnya sendiri, tapi stress banget nyett belajar mati2an buat beginian. sumpah ya, kalo belajar bertahun2 cuma diukur dari hasil tes seminggu, jelas aja Indonesia dianggep ngga ada yg pinter. lagian sih, emang pinter cuma diukur dari nilai akhir doang apa? perasaan orang2 desa yg ngga sekolah bisa menganyam dan bikin2 pernak pernik lucu yang btw gue ngga bisa bikin, apa artinya mereka ngga pinter? pinter juga kan? emang mereka pernah ikut UAS/UAN? I seriously doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah 3 hari gue menjalani eksekusi ini, dan dihari &lt;s&gt;kamis&lt;/s&gt; jumat nanti, either i'm gonna be dead, or i'm gonna be free :D hari pertama itu adalah: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fisika &amp;amp; B.Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm screwed&lt;/span&gt;. Mengapa? karena: Fisika, meskipun gurunya baguuuuuuus dan baiiiiiiik banget, tetep aja pada hakikatnya &lt;u&gt;GUE NGGAK NGERTI FISIKA&lt;/u&gt;. nice D: alhamdulillah masih dpt 85 sih...&lt;br /&gt;Dan Bahasa Indonesia; INDONESIAN??????? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you seen the way i write?? &lt;/span&gt;bahasa amburadul campur aduk kayak gado2 gini terus tes nya bahasa Indonesia; Bisa apa guee? I always got a 70. and i do mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua dan ketiga bukannya makin mending, malah makin parah. ni kayaknya yg ngatur UAS rada2 error deh; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matematika&lt;/span&gt;, yang selalu menyita detik, menit, jam, bahkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hari,&lt;/span&gt; digabung dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pkn&lt;/span&gt; yang notabene HAFALAN. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;APA SIH MAU LOOOOOOOO???&lt;/span&gt; bete banget gue sumpaah. Ya jelas lah Pkn dibuang *aduh maaf ya Pak Masya, ur still the best kok :) * dan semalaman suntuk belajar matematika. And for what? a lousy  77.5. Fuck this, fuck everything. And the amazing thing is: i got an 80 on my Pkn test. This is messed up. kalo gitu caranya matematika gue ngga belajar juga apa biar dpt 80 kayak pkn? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus hari ketiga, which is today, wasnt any better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kimia + Agama.&lt;/span&gt; Or in other words: HARI NEMBAK. Ni dua pelajaran yah, yang satunya ngga pernah jelas ngajarin apa, yang satunya emang pelajarannya aja yang kurang asem. Gue agama ngasal kayak..5 soal, out of 40, which is great, considering i didnt really study at all :p gue cuma dengerin orang belajar ahahahaha :D but Chemistry................&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;/span&gt;           It was hellish !!! i mean, I didnt understand A SINGLE THING ! padahal yah, soalnya itu sama kayak yg di latihan, cuma angkanya aja yg dibedain, tapi tetep aja, gue nge-blank gitu pas dikasih soalnya. Alhasil gue ngasal 20, OUT OF 40. Damn. kalo gue dpt 6 aja gue udah bersyukur deh tuhhhhhhhh. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, at 10. 38 PM, i'm writting this instead of learning biology. Yep, thats rite. Tommorrow's tests are English and biology. dan lo tau berapa banyaknya biologi ituuu??? its like, a whole dictionary of anatomy squeezed into my brain. i am dead today, yaaaay :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I'm flying hiiiiighhh as high as the 7th skyyy~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I rhymed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghsreuu0m^%&amp;amp;^$qciosc,:s'^*%*&amp;amp;%*&amp;amp;T)h3qklqn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cipo has completely lost it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*thud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-2001740516162509066?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2001740516162509066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/killed-by-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2001740516162509066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2001740516162509066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/killed-by-exams.html' title='Killed by exams'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-8731133535777540704</id><published>2009-05-22T19:59:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:53:02.697+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><title type='text'>rambliiings~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hmmmm udah lama juga ya gue ngga nge-update blog, ada beberapa cerita siih, (yang btw ngga ada yg penting, hehe) .......so..here goes nothing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. KRIS ALLEN WINS AMERICAN IDOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20090521/i/r35470521.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=296&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=pYXZpcKr9mIxi1Ofc3DB3w--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 129px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20090521/i/r35470521.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=296&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=pYXZpcKr9mIxi1Ofc3DB3w--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(the one in the middle)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. Love. This. Guy. !!!!!!1!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He has a very sweet tone of voice, not to mention he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; easy on the eyes, and very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; humble ♥ liat aja tuh difoto, he didnt even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; he had a chance of winning against Adam, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE DID&lt;/span&gt; ! Pure shocked face; what a masterpiece :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its kind of a surprise, to me atleast, karena kan kita semua mikir '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah pasti Adam lah! semua orang suka Adam...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; bla3. Tapi ternyata &lt;u&gt;NGGAK ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SEMUA ORANG SUKA KRIS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeaaaaaayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sehari sebelumnya, pas gue nonton performancenya gitu, gue kyk kesenengan sendiri gitu kan, dan agak2 deg2an gitu :p kan 3x nyanyi, round 1 goes to Kris (yay!), 2nd round goes to Adam (expected)...jadi kan round 3 bnr2 kyk tie-breaker gitu kaannnnnn. terus di round 3 kan mereka nyanyi yg lagu.."no boundaries" (?) yah apapun, yg original song itu, terus entah kenapaaaaaa pas gue liat performance-nya Kris gue mikir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ih kayak winning performance deh,"&lt;/span&gt; maksudnya its like one of those encore performances that u do when u win gitu..and i was right! (eventually, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. gue kan udah berniat dengan sepenuh hati bahwa i want NO spoilers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt;. Tapiiii ternyata seluruh Jakarta ngga ada yg setuju sama gue. huh.  Pagi2, gue buka fb kan, tiba2 di statusnya ada yg nulis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Adam Lambert kalah"&lt;/span&gt;. pas itu gue masih biasa aja, gue mikirnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yah mungkin dia lagi pengen Adam Lambert kalah,"&lt;/span&gt; ato gimana lah. Terus gue turun kan yah, ketemu Opa Oma gue dong tentunya, terus oma gue langsung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dita! Congratulations! American -- ...."&lt;/span&gt; DAMN. Meskipun ngomongnya blm selesai, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*karena gue udh nutup kuping dan bilang ngga mau tau dulu* &lt;/span&gt;tapi kan udah tertebak kata2 selanjutnya apa. Karena Oma gue tau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persis&lt;/span&gt; gue mendukung Kris, sedangkan Oma mendukung Adam. Yes, Oma gue gaul pisan euy, hahaha. Ngga cukup disitu aja nih, tiba2 si Keisha siang2 SMS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cip! Kris Allen menang!"&lt;/span&gt; DAMN ITTTT. Yasudahlah ya, runyamlah surprise gue for the day. I watched it anyway, coz i wanna see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jorge Nunez &lt;/span&gt;! hahahahahaha :D:D:D:D and Michael something, and the whole gang! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata meskipun gue udah tau siapa yg menang gue tetep enjoy aja tuh ngeliat finalenya :D Kangen deh ngeliat Jorge, seneng banget gue ngliatin dia, haha. Dia tuh selalu senyum gituuuu lucu bangett :3 terus kalo terlalu emosional he forgots his English and starts to speak in Spanish! how cute ♥ emang orang Puerto Rico juga sih jadi wajar kalo ngomong Spannish, hahaha. All and all, it was a great show, especially pas sesi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;American Idol Awards &lt;/span&gt;pas &lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tattianna&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bikini Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;naik ke panggung, beuh! Very2 interesting, and entertaining, hahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. *has no good title for this one*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm yg ini...sebenernya lebih ngga penting dari yg pertamaa, hehe, but since i promised one of my bestfriend to write this i wrote it down anyway, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell u from the veeeery beginning ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend, i met him online. He added me first, and turns out he's really friendly, and not in a creepy way, just...the right amount :) His name is Michael and he's an 18 year old Puerto Rican. We hit it off real quick, and one thing led to another and now he's one of my best :D Anyways, Mike is very very nice to me. He cared about me, and he opens up to me, and i really respect that, and i feel honored that he trusts me enough :) And he's really goofy at times too, he's just a fun guy to be with :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day something happened, its not a bad thing, but im not gonna type it here either, hehe. Main thing is our relationship is kinda different now..better, if that's possible ;) he occasionally gives me that...small, simple attention that's really sweet, like a simple &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Good morning sweety!" &lt;/span&gt;and such :) the kind of attention that would make any girl's day goes brighter in an instant :D he sent messages that only said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Aku suka kamu ;) have a great day!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"i miss you..:("&lt;/span&gt; One time he even talked to my friends (who also know him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;) just to tell me to go online, and what does he do when i went online? he only said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I dont think i'll be able to go online later, so i just want to say ASK (aku suka kamu) now in case i dont get to talk to you later :) have a good nite sleep! TQM!" &lt;/span&gt;(Te quiero mucho, which is roughly the same as ASK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint that sweet? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(guys, u should learn from this guy! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, he even gave me...well, not a poem, but sort of, that goes like this (its in Spanish) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Tu  sonrisa me hace sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Tu mirada  me hace sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Te cara  me hace sonreir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;pero tu  voz me hace feliz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;tus ojos  son como dos perlas luminosas que atraviesan mi cuerpo y ven mas alla, sin  importar que esos ojos sean tan solo un retrato de la hermosa realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;which roughly translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Your smile makes me smile,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Your eyes make me smile,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our face makes me smile,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but your voice makes me happy;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;your eyes are like two bright pearls running through my body and see beyond, no matter what those eyes are just a beautiful portrait of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.....after reading that, I'm speechless. Like, i melted instantly! I mean, what girl doesnt want to be treated like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did I do to deserve someone as &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*almost*&lt;/span&gt; perfect as Mike? I feel really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lucky to have met him, and also his friends which added me later on one by one, and vice versa! hehehe :p Really guys, if any of you are reading this, you should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;learn from Mike ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And also, last saturday he greeted me like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'hola mi amor'&lt;/span&gt; :3 and before he went off he added &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;^^"&lt;/span&gt; :D :D :D :D After a couple of weeks without talking to each other, he went and said that?? That..i have to give him props for that! And it was like...5.30AM my time! I was smiling the whole day through :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, dont ask me what relationship i have with him, coz as far as I know we're just friends..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So..thats it! Fika, this one's for you ! Udah kutulis semua yaaa, skrg km tau kan hehehe ;) enjoy..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-8731133535777540704?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8731133535777540704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambliiings.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8731133535777540704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8731133535777540704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambliiings.html' title='rambliiings~'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-8039895486013358959</id><published>2009-05-15T01:13:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:03:24.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car crash'/><title type='text'>Unforgetable Birthday Party....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lalalaaaa males ah nge post pake bahasa Inggris, mending gue pake b.Ind aja yah hehe :D :D lagian udah jam....1.20 AM otak gue mana mudeng suruh mikir bahasa inggris, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyways ! Selasa mlm kmrn, yaituuuu tanggal 12 Mei, gue dtg ke acara ulang tahunnya Dira &amp;amp; Koto di Brewww! Kemang. Acaranya mulai dari jam 7pm-onward :D it was fun! banyak banget nyet yg dtg, haha. gue sendiri dtg bareng Dila, Tika. Kita berangkat jam setengah 7 dari rumah (yg btw di Cinere :p) terus ternyata macet kan sampe antasari, biasalah jam2 sgitu...terus selama perjalanan si Tika udah memohon2 ada warung yg jualan Cheetos keju, hahaha, kasiaaaan :( Dila juga udah kedinginan sendiri gitu, mungkin karena bahan baju dia yg super adem dan emang lebih tipis dibandingin gue sama Tika, plus dia ngga pake legging/bicycle pants/etc. Malah sepertinya tambah parah sakitnya di ultah Dira-Koto :( :( sedangkan gue sendiri, udah emosi sendiri gitu sama taksi kurang ajar dan U-turn yang tak kunjung datang... haha, alhasil kita sampe di Brewww! jam 8 dengan suksesnya :p :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas jalan mau masuk Brewww! kita ketemu sama Catherine di parkiran, haha, sedih banget, dia udah pulang kita baru dtg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjut. Acaranya meriah, band kakaknya Koto dan bandnya Koto manggung gitu, seru lah :D ditambah karaokeannya Faqih which was.....very very entertaining to say the least, hahahahaha! Oiya si Faqih juga berhasil dikerjain sama Afira dkk, hahahaha! jadi ada gelas gitu kan, isinya air putih biasa, tapi karena model gelasnya itu yg biasa utk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liquor&lt;/span&gt; jadi kita bilang ke Faqih itu isinya Whiskey,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dan dia percaya !&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha, kita paksain Faqih supaya minum gitu kan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seteguuk aja&lt;/span&gt;, terus si Faqih yaaaaaa lo tau lah Faqih gimana kalo digituin, yg komatkamit gitulah yaaa. hahaha. Terus akhirnya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;FAQIH MINUM JUGA ! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt; tapi &lt;u&gt;dibacain Al-Fatihah dulu&lt;/u&gt; ! hahahahaha ck ck ck ck ck padahal jelas2 itu bukan Whiskey secara ngga ada bau alkoholnya sama sekali ya Qih ya tolong dehh, haha, ur so gullible, so naive :D Pas dia sadar bahwa itu cuma air putih biasa dia ngamuk! haha, dan kita pun tertawa lepas karena kepolosannya. He's truly an entertainment :D hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jessi &amp;amp; Idhan won Best Dress!! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, waktunya pulang, dan tiba2 bencana pun melanda D:&lt;br /&gt;Gue lagi mau mundurin mobil gitu kan, mau keluar parkiran nih ceritanya. Udah dikasih aba2 sama tukang parkirnya, tapi terus entah mengapa pas disuruh berenti gue ngga berenti. terus&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUE NABRAK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anjir. anjir. anjir. anjirrrr. Panik lah gue. Gue pun turun dari mobil kan, terus ternyata gue nabrak mobil orang !! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumper&lt;/span&gt;-nya tu mobil sampe penyok gitu nyettt, parahhh. udah takut banget gt kan gue, gue ketemu lah sama supirnya, eh terus ketemu sama supir2 Alizhar, ternyata yg gue tabrak itu mobilnya Lele. yaah agak sedikit relieved sih gue karena orangnya masih gue kenal, coba kalo nggak, bisa berabe banget urusannya! Mobilnya Lele tuh sedan gitu kan, dan sepertinya gue ngga liat, secara udah jam 10.30 mlm,, hehehe. After alot (and i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;) of talk, khususnya para supir2 yg mengerumuni dan ngomong dengan logat Betawi, which I hate, karena nadanya galak2 banget kan, udah gitu sahut2an kayak org ngga punya manner, akhirnya diputuskanlah untuk mengganti rugi apabila tu mobil dibawa ke bengkel. Ajaibnya yah, tu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumper &lt;/span&gt;yg tadinya penyok tiba2 bener lagi (udah kayak ketok magic) dan tinggal retak2 cat gitu. sedangkan mobil gue.....yah, tidak terjadi apa2, hanya baret2 yang cukup parah di tempat tertutup. tapi ya pura2 tidak sadar saja :P :P hahaha. Selama diluar gue ditemenin sama Ais dan Naila (karena mereka nebeng gue) Koto juga turun sebentar dan menanyakan keadaan.. sebenernya ada Tika Dila juga tapi mereka di dlm mobil dan bantuin gue pake Ayat Qursi biar dimudahkan perkaranya :D haha, and it works! liat aja, si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumper&lt;/span&gt; dengan ajaibnya kembali ke bentuk semula.. hahahaha. Alhamdulillah Lele bilang gpp gitu, dan dia udah telpon bapaknya dan saya tidak disalahkan :D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdulillah Ya Allah !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya sih keesokan harinya langsung diurusin, tapi blm ada kabar lagi dari Lele. yaah semoga cepet selesai deh, atau lebih bagus kalo dimaafkan, amin! hehe :D gila ni sebuah unforgetable birthday party bangetttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya Le, MAAF BANGETTTTTT yaampun Le, tulus nih gue dari hati.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maafin gue ya le dan om bapaknya lele... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8678816393271413566-8039895486013358959?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8039895486013358959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/unforgetable-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8039895486013358959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/8039895486013358959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/unforgetable-birthday-party.html' title='Unforgetable Birthday Party....'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-6529572036073133059</id><published>2009-05-12T07:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:21:51.424+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busway I'm in ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday Tika, Naila, Keisha, Scilla, and I went to Gelanggang Samudra, Ancol. We gathered at Tika's place. When Naila, Scilla, and I arrived Keisha was already there and Tika was still curling inside her blanket, sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. haha, and it was like..7.40, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; we were going to hit the road at 8AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assajjad.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/busway41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 115px;" src="http://assajjad.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/busway41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of fooling around (and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt;!) we finally hit the road at about...10.30AM :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ropped off at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ragunan busway shelter&lt;/span&gt; and then our journey/adventure starts from there! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's the busway route we took: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ragunan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Halimun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Matraman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(transit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ancol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadly, it rained when we were on the way to Ancol.  It rained very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; heavily, plus the wind was blowing, and all of us were wearing shorts because we were expecting a nice sunny weather, hahaha, we were soaking wet by the time we wait for the Ancol bus (or as we like to call it, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We Drive You&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hahaha) because we only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;umbrellas while there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt; of us, so it was kinda cold :p Later, the bus finally arrived and we asked to drive us to Gelanggang Samudra. After we arrive at the Gelanggang Samudra, we walked to the entrance (which was quite far, need i remind you that we only have&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; 2 small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;umbrellas&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 humans&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 giants&lt;/span&gt;? :P) to buy us some tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/422855276_95f6ed27f4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 138px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/422855276_95f6ed27f4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 1st attraction we saw was ...umm, i dont know what its called, but its a wildlife show thingy, haha, its like some wild animals doing what humans do. We saw otters, honey bear, and hippos :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;cute, really. Especially the otters :3 :3 they were smart too! i wonder how long it takes to train them like that....hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! that was very entertaining, and we (Tika, Naila, and I) took pictures with the hippo at the end :D hahaha! Scilla was the one who took the picture while keisha doesnt want to take a picture :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.darlingcetaceans.com/Beluga%20Spyhop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://www.darlingcetaceans.com/Beluga%20Spyhop.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we ate lunch. we all had meatballs, well, except Tika, hehe. It was nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ate something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hot in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;middle of a cold rainy day :) With a full stomach, we march onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the next show, which was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dolphin &amp;amp; Beluga Show !!&lt;/span&gt; :D :D the place was big :) and the show was amazing! haha, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I GOT KISSED &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;(and sprayed)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt; BY A BELUGA&lt;/u&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt; i was very happy *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and very wet&lt;/span&gt;* after the show. But thankfully it stopped raining so i can dry myself :p hahaha. we took pictures (lots and lots and LOTS of pictures) and went to see 4D show, hahaha. And it was F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G !! because i was still kinda wet, (well, my clothes at least) thanks to that Beluga, and the water was semi-freezing too, seeing as how belugas lives in the Alaskan sea :s hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching 4D, we went to Pizza Hut :) and then we went home!and that's when the fun begins!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;At the Ancol busway shelter I saw these 3 guys, rite, and turns out they took the same route as ours! (atleast until Halimun) The busway trip back was jam-packed! we went in with these 3 guys, and because it was so full I got seperated from the rest of my group :( but 2 of the 3 guys were standing infront of me and next to me :D :D (what a handsome sight that was :p :p) later, the guy infront of me, lets call him '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; pants&lt;/span&gt;', talked to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP: Eh..boleh nanya ngga?&lt;br /&gt;C: *tilts head, he's tall!* boleh,&lt;br /&gt;OP: Busway...tutup jam brp ya?&lt;br /&gt;C: wah ngga tau juga, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;OP: ohh..jam 9, masih buka?&lt;br /&gt;C: kalo jam sgitu mah masih, lewat malah *grins*&lt;br /&gt;OP: okay, thankyou ya *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he has the most wonderful smile :3 hahaha! turns out they're from Medan, haha. Sadly we part ways at Halimun :p we went to Ragunan and they went to Blok M.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IN CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was SUPER AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its an unforgettable adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its a blog-worthy experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MEDAN BOYS ARE HOT !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-6529572036073133059?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6529572036073133059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/busway-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6529572036073133059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/6529572036073133059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/busway-im-in.html' title='Busway I&apos;m in &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-3687241074078901837</id><published>2009-05-10T10:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:05:55.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post'/><title type='text'>RAAAANNDOOOOOMMM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:white;" bg border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" border="0" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cipo took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;""Has a strong desire for the finer things of life...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/results.php?code=f,4,3,5,1,0,6,2,7,3,6,5,4,1,3,7,0,2,1&amp;amp;p=print&amp;amp;name=Cipo"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hehehehehe :D and you know what?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; It's all true ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you should try it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-3687241074078901837?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3687241074078901837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/raaaanndooooommm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/3687241074078901837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/3687241074078901837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/raaaanndooooommm.html' title='RAAAANNDOOOOOMMM'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-661869713873926674</id><published>2009-05-08T19:51:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:01:21.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly'/><title type='text'>Weekly updates :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heey !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been..4 days, i think, since i last wrote on this blog. its not that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dont want to, but i just havent got the time, hehe. SO! updates ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, May 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to try this Pilates thingy. My friend and I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stott Pilate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ts located at Kemang. i never tried pilates before, so it was kinda weird for me at first. turns out the movements were..........slow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; slow. which made it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; harder. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess that's why pilates has succesfully made our muscles tighter, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we had to sit with our legs crossed and adjust our backs. like, literally straightening them up, and then we did some breathing exercises. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whew&lt;/span&gt; were they hard to do! the 1s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t kind is you have to take a really de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ep breath, but dont let your stomach expand or your shoulders rise. and i was like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'how the hell can i do that?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;coz logically, if you breath in air, your stomach will bloat, rite? at least it'll expand a bit..so that alone was a bit hard for me to do, but i managed to get it right. Yay! :D and there's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a specific way to exhale afterwards, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 1st bre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;athing technique, we lay on our backs on the mattres, put one of our leg up until our thigh and our stomach makes a rough 90 degree angle, and you do the breathing t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hing again. after that, you put another leg up, and do more breathing. after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, you have to lay your neck on the mattres and look to our knees. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;you have to rise up abit and then do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; breathing. and i have to say, that was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt finish there, we got onto the equipments and we did some leg stretching thingies, i cant really explain it in words, but i have to say, ts fun working with those equipments, and i dont know about Naila, but i like the stuff we did using that equipment, it was fun :D hahhaa, and i dont feel a thing!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(probably because I run up and down stairs on daily basis, :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So anyways, after the pilates we ate some sandwhiches, i ordered a tuna sandwich while Naila ordered smoked beef,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and 2 portions of that&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! hahaha, she was hungry alrite! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tuesday, May 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....i dont think there's anything significant to tell on this day. On to the next day ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wednesday, May 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, whew, i didnt feel good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. I was brooding all day :s honestly, i dont like it when i act that way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; but i cant help it! there was something off that day, and im the type of person who bottle up their emotions..so thats why when i'm mad, i became more quiet, and anti-social :( i tried opening up to my friends and laugh it off, well..it kinda works, but everytime i wasnt talking, i remembered why i was upset in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the 1st place, so then i was brooding again :s and that's not good, not good at all. The problem i had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(or i've been having, to be exact)&lt;/span&gt; was that i have this friend who sudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;enly doesnt talk to me anymore. i hardly get to talk to him. and when I do, it was because i couldnt sleep one night and i stayed up til the morning, only then i caught him online. And, i think i was paranoid, or was it the PMS kicking in, or maybe both i dont know, but i feel...distant to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;him. it wasnt how it was, and i miss the old conversation we've had..and i feel like he's been avoiding me, for some unknown reason. and it sucks! it really does :( why cant he be a man and tell me off if he doesnt like the way i do the things i do, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;. you think you know em, but u dont. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thursday, May 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SgQbrt5twJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/coG4vvBW7H0/s1600-h/n1367573747_316515_2910897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SgQbrt5twJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/coG4vvBW7H0/s200/n1367573747_316515_2910897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333418296583504018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SgQb_DUtdwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/w2mgrJoDJCE/s1600-h/n1393061254_66600_5235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SgQb_DUtdwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/w2mgrJoDJCE/s200/n1393061254_66600_5235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333418628751390466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TH BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KOTO&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veryveryveryveryvery &lt;/span&gt;best ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;ditunggu traktirannya :p&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ing better than the day before, but still brooding a bit. I started to accept things the way they are and just learn to cope with it :) but everything is starting to look up again :D&lt;br /&gt;I changed my perspective on the problem, and now, i just go with the flow, hahaha! but im still kinda curious why my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'dumps' me like that...hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i cried :'(&lt;br /&gt;because my father, whom i havent seen in months, finally came back, but only for a minute.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; literally!&lt;/span&gt; he came home, went in at about 22.30PM, called me to come downstairs and we met infront of the door.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's still wearing his shoes, he just dropped some things for me, took his car keys, hugged me, and left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that was it&lt;/span&gt;, i was left home alone once more. Usually i'm okay with that, but not this night, this night i ran upstairs, look at myself in front of the mirror&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (because i was going to wash my face and brush my teeth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a while, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cry silently.&lt;/span&gt; i was looking at myself crying, huh, that's a first. And i guess that cry was a result of the pent up emotions i've kept inside, plus the fact that my father cant stay long enough for me to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'i miss u, dad!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;POSITIVITY~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today, May 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling AWESOME today! Yeaaahh !! :D :D totally forgot about my problem, finally shrug it off and chalk it down as my fault for whatever reason. hahahaha, i think i needed that good cry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had pilates again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F*N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HARD TO DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my body was shaking the whole routine, i couldnt keep my legs up when doing the table-top position, plus my back keeps slouching down when it should've been straight :s and you know what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's the easy part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! last night i had a totally weird dream. All i remember is:&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My friends and I went to some holiday trip, i think it was to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;. And we were having so much fun and stuff. And then we went into our cottage, we were going to stay there for 10 days. But somehow, the receptionist told us that we cant stay there for more than a week, because the cottage was already booked for next week. My friends didnt know because they were inside the cottage already. But i noticed, and guess who was booking the cottage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael D Vazquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the last thing i remember, in that dream, i was thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"why is this guy following me??"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then i woke up. I think in that dream i dont know who he is. but honestly, out of all people who could've been in my dream, why him? why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael &lt;/span&gt;for God's sake??&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those who dont know Michael, he's my friend from Puerto Rico. He's 18, annoying and he should go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; friendly and he's crazy, hahaha, and i like him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually the 2nd time i had a dream about him. the 1st one was even weirder! it's one of those short dreams that you have when you just drifted to sleep, and all i remember is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;seriously freaky&lt;/span&gt;, scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was sleeping while hugging a pillow, and suddenly somebody woke me up. I started to feel around for my glasses, but i couldnt find it. Then i distinctly heard a voice said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"let me help u find it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; its a male voice. I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but then i remembered that i put it on the night stand. So i rolled over to take it, but i accidentally bumped onto someone thats also on my bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;sleeping next to me.&lt;/b&gt; and it was &lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprisingly, after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;i took his hand and intertwined it with mine and wrapped them to my side then went back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The glasses forgotten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and when i woke up, my position was exactly the same as the one in my dream. And i thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;So! All the updates are done! :D thanks for reading, hehe, and feel free to comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-661869713873926674?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/661869713873926674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/heey-its-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/661869713873926674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/661869713873926674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/heey-its-been.html' title='Weekly updates :D'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/SgQbrt5twJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/coG4vvBW7H0/s72-c/n1367573747_316515_2910897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-7048510456797258125</id><published>2009-05-03T04:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:54:55.414+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>Midnight fwends :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's really Sunday now :p&lt;br /&gt;it's 4.50AM, i just finshed praying, and i still cant sleep. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in this random moment i decided to post again! (y'know, new blogger syndrome)&lt;br /&gt;hmm. lets see...started the day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaaaaaay &lt;/span&gt;early, cause i havent sleep, haha. and then chatted with &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://black-rose-vengeance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fathin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Rene&lt;/span&gt; for a while. My mood was totally down since yesterday, because of...well, see &lt;a href="http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-lil-thing-called-like.html"&gt;my earlier post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 AM i decided to pray Tahajud, i pray that my gut feeling was a false alarm, that it was really the opposite of what i'm feeling. Not long after i finish, God answered my prayer !! :D i was very very happy! and that made me more energetic, more hyper, and more awake. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mood went uphill since then :) not only did i made a couple of new friends, but God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt; answered my prayer not 10 minutes after I pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; God ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking with Valerie and Rene was fun :) it's fun because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have new friends ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;nice !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rene doesn't speak any english !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, the 3rd one, I know you're wondering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;why is that fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, its fun because its so funny to talk to him :p he literally uses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Google translate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to talk to me! haha, that's really nice of him, especially because i reply him with English, meaning he has to translate my answer to reply them, hahaha. But don't get it wrong, i feel sorry for him too, so i ask Valarie to translate some words to Spanish so Rene understands :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It roughly went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rene: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cipo (me): hey !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;C: como estas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see, i know a bit of Spanish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: baik :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is so Google's fault, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: Mu? Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think he meant 'kamu')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;C: Muy bien! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;C: Que haces?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(=what r u doing?, thanks to Valerie for this one (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: Displaying videos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he meant watching videos, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;C: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;¿dónde está Michael?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(=where's Michael?, thanks to Google of course (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: I want to ask Mike to translate some things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;R: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*something in Spanish that means "&lt;/span&gt;He has Japanese class"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;R: I am waiting for him and then we are going to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After this, i went to pray Tahajud. Not long after i came back, Rene said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. I was confused, so i asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was no reply from him. I was left all confused :s until suddenly he replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R: why are you still awake at this hour??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R: At 3 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i wondered..that's obviously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Rene, because, no offense, it's a little to good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not long after that, Mike came online, and that's when my mood turns 180 degrees! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I chat a bit with Mike, when suddenly Rene said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Mike is upset with you."&lt;/span&gt; and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i confronted Mike rite then and there, i asked him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cipo: Rene said you're upset with me, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mike: Me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: Yeah he said you're upset with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M: Why would i be upset with you?? hehe ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M: well, i am upset with you, for being awake at this hour!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: but i really cant sleep, besides, tommorrow is Sunday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...we kept on talking and talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then Rene said something random (but sweet) :&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I like having Indonesia friend :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i didnt know what to reply, so i said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I like having Puerto Rico friend :)"&lt;/span&gt; hihi, it's never boring having friends like Rene, so full of surprises, hehe :D i wish all of them would someday go to Indonesia ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why not I go to them, you ask? well, because going to Puerto Rico would be expensive because of the currency, but they can easily come here, rite ? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All and all, it turned out to be an OK day, hehe, thanks to my midnite friends; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogger.com/black-rose-vengeance.blogspot.com"&gt;Fathin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rene&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, that's all folks ! its almost 6 AM and i'm getting sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOOD MORNING ! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;C ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-7048510456797258125?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7048510456797258125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-fwends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7048510456797258125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/7048510456797258125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-fwends.html' title='Midnight fwends :)'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-5804640295100520806</id><published>2009-05-03T00:11:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:37:13.941+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Crazy lil thing called like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, turns out i've posted a couple of things 2 years ago :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's a loooooooooong time,  i forgot all about it, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey its 12:12 AM here (that's soo random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! today is Saturday (well not really, technically today is Sunday), and i didnt go anywhere! i'm stuck at home and i'm sooo bored. some of my friends went out, i wanted to come, but...oh well. So i did some school tasks instead, hehe.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;la bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;thats not important.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and this is what i got from staying at home with nothing to do for too long: i start to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;real hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i have this guy i'm close to, we talk alot, almost everyday even. but this past couple of days, we rarely talk, and..i dunno, i guess i have a story to tell him &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a pointless one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but still a story! and i've tried my best to wait for him but he never showed :( and i...well, i guess i kinda miss him, y'know? But i wonder..is it okay if i feel like this, coz he's just a friend..and i hate this feeling i'm having, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;its called having a crush, cip&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because everytime i have this feeling i change.  drastically, and i dont like that..at all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the tighter you hold on, the higher you'll get. and once you fall, it'll hurt much more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's my philosophy about liking someone. because when i like someone, i tend to hold on to them, as in, sorta became dependent of them. and if i fall, or in this case i cant hold on to them anymore, i fell so hard and it hurts so bad, so bad that i dont want to experience it again, but i did anyway. And it happened again, and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;so now i figure, why dont i think of them as a friend, that way, even if i cant hold on to them anymore, it wouldn't hurt that bad, because i was never dependent to them in the first place, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, its not that easy. but my friend said that i just have to go with the flow, dont fight the feeling and it'll cease. She also said alot of other nice and meaningful, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and true&lt;/span&gt; things, and she also said this:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...besides, you have us :) you have all of us, cip, your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. If anything happens to you we'll be there to help you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that, my friends, is the most important thing. Because when your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;significant one&lt;/span&gt; cant bring you laughter anymore, when they stopped loving you the way they did before, and they wont listen to a word you're saying, you'll still have your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; who'll bring that joy and laughter back, will love you for the way you are, and listen to you until your voice ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, my dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8678816393271413566-5804640295100520806?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5804640295100520806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-lil-thing-called-like.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5804640295100520806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/5804640295100520806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-lil-thing-called-like.html' title='Crazy lil thing called &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-2616975221959552695</id><published>2009-05-02T21:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:15:56.897+07:00</updated><title type='text'>premiere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a thing i'm trying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making a blog&lt;/span&gt;. Yep; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's kinda weird to make this, coz i dont really write much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I dont want to forget all these memories when i'm waaaay older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so.....yeah, that's the main reason for me to start this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...lets just hope i keep on posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides, seems like everyone is into blogging, so why not make mine?&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/8678816393271413566-2616975221959552695?l=ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2616975221959552695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/premiere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2616975221959552695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8678816393271413566/posts/default/2616975221959552695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciposscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/premiere.html' title='premiere!'/><author><name>ditacipo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175956533424384155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/S5uCanAkKoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fDDINqBcIDc/S220/Untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8678816393271413566.post-3180549094958905522</id><published>2007-12-17T19:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:48:43.744+07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Dec 07 Drama rehearsal; @ Ais'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;UPDATED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(almost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DAILY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalo ada yg ngambil kasih tau gue yaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank youu !&lt;/span&gt; -cipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/R2Z0kY6CVwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c_13bT6Rqlk/s1600-h/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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SOCKY'S SURPRISE PARTY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kalo ada yg nge save kasih tau gue yaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;thank youu :)&lt;/span&gt; -cipo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/R2Z-7I6CV3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/t7FhDqbAK3g/s1600-h/DSC_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/R2Z-7I6CV3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/t7FhDqbAK3g/s200/DSC_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144939178785658738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s7gTjKKoOkY/R2Z-8I6CV4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aY1yU0aNJO8/s1600-h/DSC_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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