<?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-9146658034750152908</id><updated>2011-08-03T06:24:55.158+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ undisclosed desires ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-3769856550708835797</id><published>2011-04-23T19:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:10:26.795+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so what's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a week ago i brought up a topic to someone about what would i do with my life next? you know that thought when you were in elementary, you'd be thinking that '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay.. next i'll be going to middle school, then high school, then university, then work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was in university, i could NOT wait till i'm done with being a student pursuing a title of Bachelor of Communication and Media Management. all i wanted to do was get a job and work.  now that im into the workforce, i kinda lost myself a little. i have no idea what to plan next for my life. my state of mind is currently enjoying what's in front of me. as if i have no other dreams. then i got a little wake up call..that if i dont start planning what i want to do next, my life would be just as flat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess the simplest thing to start planning it is to write down lists of what to do before 25.. that might take me a while to think too.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-1427857873948898807</id><published>2011-03-02T21:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:02:43.355+07:00</updated><title type='text'>double two and i like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'd like to start off by saying happy birthday to myself.. not quite sure whether anyone actually says happy birthday to their own self but why not? so last friday the 25th, i turned 22. a lot much simpler and not what i expected my birthday to be. but oh well, i am still given the opportunity to see the light of another day, to breath oxygen freely and to live up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days had been quite frustrating, un-organised schedules which leads to working at a different side of Jakarta and coming home late only to find mom would be yelling at me because i havent done chores at home. why are maids so hard to employ these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several things knocked some sense into me and ive become a much more sensitive person to a certain extent. i tried not to get ticked off easily but once you've had enough, you've had enough right? everybody needs a break to catch up with the phase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, what i've been doing at work has opened up my eyes even larger than it is now to see the "frontliners" of this company working their asses off to reach this company's target. i am proud of them and i believe that they should get an increase in their salary and better benefits than any of us at the national office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that was quite a ramble :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-8190853482441192801</id><published>2011-02-20T12:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:18:30.367+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unexpected awaits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it has been a little over a year since i last poured out my emotions into writing. looking back through the old-kept posts knocked my senses that i wasn't such a happy person. all i read was about complaining about this and that. but those posts are fond memory of how i managed to still making it alive. breathing. right this second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a year has passed, 2010 was eventful. i lost a good friend forever due to a nasty car-truck accident; i completed my Bachelor Degree in Communication and Media Management in Adelaide; and i also lost someone very close to heart: my grandmother. griefs accompanied me and my family to end the year of 2010 but slowly we are keeping up with the pace just like how we lived our lives when she was still here with us. i was just glad she had the chance to see me graduate from university :') you are forever missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as time unfolds itself without anyone instructs to do so, i find little sparks and lights shines for me not long after 2011 begins. the answers to some of my prayers. everything i asked for, are slowly getting on to my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;luck.destiny.faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; you name it.&lt;br /&gt;am very much grateful for what God prepares for me and i know more things awaits as i progress my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and as for now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am destined to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-8190853482441192801?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/8190853482441192801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=8190853482441192801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8190853482441192801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8190853482441192801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2011/02/unexpected-awaits.html' title='the unexpected awaits'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-9064613810561971840</id><published>2009-12-06T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:51:23.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing i dislike..</title><content type='html'>superficial bitches.. im honestly not one of them yet they are within my surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2495061019102561629</id><published>2009-11-25T16:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:07:36.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all that i have..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lately i've noticed that im one of the luckiest people alive..im starting to take a look at things more closely and deeply. im grateful for everything that i was given from my parents.. the chance to study overseas, the monthly allowance, a really nice apartment just across the mall, living in a very strategic city, convenient and simply having the people that i meet who have shaped me into who i am today.. whether they're bad or good.. only I can judge and decide who to be friends with.. im very fortunate to have the opportunity to be able to enjoy things, travel to different places, eat good food and i know not many have the very same opportunity as i do.. and  i need to be constantly reminded about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to live without parents who can guide me into the good all the way.. hidup gw sekarang memang masih  menyimpang kanan-kiri karena gw masih dalam proses belajar dan mengerti.. tapi satu hal yang pasti, i wont let myself fall into the darkest pithole. gw masih punya self-control and im glad i can take a pretty good care of it.. i would consider living away from the parents as a life exam on being independence and knowing my true self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have a long way to go in this life and i want to make the most of it purely because i was grateful enough to have the chance to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-2495061019102561629?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2363660614593191016</id><published>2009-11-07T09:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:31:12.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>owl city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am currently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obssessed&lt;/span&gt; with Owl City.. discovered them a few weeks back  and fell in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say im in a much better shape now. and by shape i dont mean body shape.. despite drowning and drenched in the heavy duty assignments, i still try to have fun. this semester is coming to an end and i must say it was quite a challenging one.. starting off with adapting to the new place, making new friends, finding the right cliques, studying, partying, taking care of the house yada yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im still here. alive. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"if you were a beautiful sound with the echo's all around, then i'd be your harmony and we'd sing along with the crowds"&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/9146658034750152908-2363660614593191016?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2363660614593191016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2363660614593191016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2363660614593191016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2363660614593191016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/11/owl-city.html' title='owl city'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-1877557801072814665</id><published>2009-10-09T11:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:10:23.435+07:00</updated><title type='text'>things in mind</title><content type='html'>the past week has been the most depressing yet. i fall and was trying to find my way back up.. and i still am searching for my way back up.. im slowly adapting to the change. soo slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im starting to question whether im regretting the decisions i made in the past, although i tried very hard not to regret anything..because afterall, everything was decided and it was my own stupid decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life would be so much easier if i was in elsewhere.. say Jakarta. i know i can get endless love from my family.. which is what i really need at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just blabbering right now.. pouring out my heart. will be back when i find the right state of mind. im still c.o.n.f.u.s.e.d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-1877557801072814665?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/1877557801072814665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=1877557801072814665' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-246980048242209287?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/246980048242209287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=246980048242209287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/246980048242209287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/246980048242209287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama.html' title='d.r.a.m.a'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-3174566297874653738</id><published>2009-08-21T10:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:42:48.887+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku tau kok</title><content type='html'>aku tau this would happen again. untuk kesekian kalinya... entah kenapa, aku udah ngerasain ini bakal terjadi lagi.. aku sabar nunggu nantinya..kl emang kita punya masa depan sama-sama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Ramadhan ini aku pengen bener2 membersihkan hati..bener2 pengen menjadi lebih baik lagi..lebih bersih, suci, sabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-3174566297874653738?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/3174566297874653738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=3174566297874653738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/3174566297874653738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/3174566297874653738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/08/aku-tau-kok.html' title='aku tau kok'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-9170982509837854086</id><published>2009-08-10T13:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:47:44.557+07:00</updated><title type='text'>from ADL with (no) love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have not been able to write down things i have been keeping in my head for so long. the past month was a fast roller coaster ride.. i almost forgot to fasten my belt and hold on tight. i screamed as loud inside my head, and at the same time i tried to catch a breath as the ride finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did July go? and we're already approaching the second week of august. i wish i could withdraw time as easy as i withdraw money from the atm at Rundle mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep you all guessed it. i tend to write on my blog, when im highly procastinating on assingments. semester 5 is entering its 3rd week already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university-aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met a lot of people in the past couple of weeks.. but i always wanted to be with the people who are not here with me. i just couldn't stop imagining..how different would it be if i just stay in one place for at least 4 years.. i love travelling, but dislikes moving to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love-life aside. help me cope back with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;university life. perhaps, the only roller coaster i want to ride on now..&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/9146658034750152908-9170982509837854086?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/9170982509837854086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ku takkan pernah merasakannya bila kau tak disini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june is coming to its end..couple more days and im more than ready to bid farewell to this bittersweet june 2009. i hope the upcoming months won't give me anymore shit than what i already had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been unstable lately. i cried. i laughed. i smiled. i said goodbye. i broke down. i got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agitated. joy. non-stop ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made up my mind. i know what i want now, what i need to do and what i need to leave behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"even when i'm a mess, i still put on a vest with an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;coz i am a superwoman"&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/9146658034750152908-2651369764907676965?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2651369764907676965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2651369764907676965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2651369764907676965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2651369764907676965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/superwoman.html' title='superwoman'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-4809107325882979290</id><published>2009-06-16T16:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:42:10.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>officially hating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;june 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems never seems to go away from me this month, particularly. i had numerous mental breakdown just this month.. it almost send me to depression..but im trying my best to stay on top of things. bener-bener dicoba gw bulan ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both internal and external factors come into place.. i dont even know which one i should handle first..to make things worst.. i'm all by myself in this. its my decision too. i keep thinking to myself, maybe im too ungrateful for whatever God has given me.. but i realised that God will not make us suffer more than our capacity. i just need to invest in patience. i need it. really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.. i want june to be over already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-4809107325882979290?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/4809107325882979290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=4809107325882979290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4809107325882979290'/><link rel='self' 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gone dancing in a club in so loong.. i wanna throw away mood2 jelek..pikiran2 aneh dan celebrate my freedom next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS anyone? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-9067444873312439405?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/9067444873312439405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=9067444873312439405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/9067444873312439405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/9067444873312439405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need.html' title='i need...'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-9165181934412468099</id><published>2009-06-08T19:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:26:25.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to my kampung</title><content type='html'>aku sedang in lebay mode. salah satu tugas aku buat Creative Writing class is to write a feature story on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to write a piece on travel destination on Padang, West Sumatra. agak geli baca my own writing piece, karena most feature stories yang pernah aku baca dari travel magazines ceritanya sangat lebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan itu juga termasuk tulisan ku tentang kampungku, Padang. i wrote and read it over and over again.. and sungguh sangat lebay ternyata. yaa intinya .. masa makan nasi padang aja smp heboh banget cerita tentang tukang masaknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tujuan dari entry ini juga sangat lebay ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-9165181934412468099?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/9165181934412468099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=9165181934412468099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/9165181934412468099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/9165181934412468099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-my-kampung.html' title='a trip to my kampung'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-8822626415683164594</id><published>2009-06-06T20:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:06:39.325+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAK. SUNTUK.BASIII</title><content type='html'>this fukin environment isn't helping me coping with university life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm building up so much hate for this particular place. GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrggghhhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-8822626415683164594?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/8822626415683164594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=8822626415683164594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8822626415683164594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8822626415683164594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/muak-suntukbasiii.html' title='MUAK. SUNTUK.BASIII'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-4438226541235813153</id><published>2009-06-06T10:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:52:50.104+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad and President Obama</title><content type='html'>my dad is not the President of United States of America.. he's not the president of my own country as well.. but there is one similar thing that my dad and President Obama share in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the great love for their children..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of writing up my journalism essay, i was cleaning up my inbox and i found an email from my dad from months back and i feel like sharing it here because my dad is a devoted family man and the President in our family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lovely daughters Fati &amp;amp; Fida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Please find a very touchy and lovely letter from Obama to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; daughters. Just to let you know that what Obama wrote in this letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; was exactly representing what I feel and your mom wish for both of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you. We love you my daughters, we always want to have and provides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; all the best for you my kids for your well being and happiness. Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; always read over and over your diary that we wrote since you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; born. You have to feel very lucky, since not many parent have that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; idea to capture all moment of your life from your the day you were born until you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; reached 17 years old. You can sense our feeling and love in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; So this Obama's letter was really describing what the parents want and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; feel about their lovely kids. Happy New  Year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love - Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;and then my dad attached President Obama's letter for his children in the email. here it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Want for You — and Every Child in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; By President-elect Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Publication Date: 01/14/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Next Tuesday, Barack Obama will be sworn in as our 44th President. On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; this historic occasion, PARADE asked the President-elect, who is also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; a devoted family man, to get personal and tell us what he wants for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; his children. Here, he shares his letter to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dear Malia and Sasha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know that you've both had a lot of fun these last two years on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn't have let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you have. But I also know that it hasn't always been easy for you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; doesn't make up for all the time we've been apart. I know how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me-about how I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; didn't seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; wouldn't count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that's why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; every child in this nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; potential-schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; have the chance to go to college-even if their parents aren't rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; own kids and retire with dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you'll live to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; dangerous situations to protect our country-but when we do, I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; fight for are not free-that with the great privilege of being a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; should mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; She helped me understand that America is great not because it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfect but because it can always be made better-and that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; generation to what we know America should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you see and working to give others the chances you've had. Not just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; because you have an obligation to give something back to this country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that has given our family so much-although you do have that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that you will realize your true potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; These are the things I want for you-to grow up in a world with no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That's why I've taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; our family on this great adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad always email me things that he reads, what interests him and all... since i don't have the time to see him face-to-face, our way of conversing "deeply" is through emails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you daddy and mommy.. thanks for everything you have given me, fida and zaki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-4438226541235813153?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/4438226541235813153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=4438226541235813153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4438226541235813153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4438226541235813153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dad-and-president-obama.html' title='My dad and President Obama'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-5593759331540153776</id><published>2009-06-05T19:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:23:15.064+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ wedding.pregnancy.baby. ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just about the three things that surprises me in the past months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hear the word "wedding" i always thought of two-adults getting married, live happily ever after..yeah the so-called fairytale and its own happy endings. I, like many other girls, always fantasize what and how my perfect wedding would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i didn't realise, was that i was actually entering this "adult" life.. and no, im not tying the knot soon, but one of my elementary friend is. i was shocked when i first heard about it.. i wasn't close to her but the news still surprised me.. if everything goes well,  she's getting married by end of this year... and i told her how nice it is to get married at such young age...not to mention, she's only couple months younger than me.. i hope she has the fairytale marriage life that most girls have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all.. another friend of mine back in middle school-high school...is expecting her first baby with her boyfriend this fall. again, i was shocked.. seeing how happy she is with her growing belly..i can't help but be happy as well.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theeeeeen... this is the most shocking of the shocking there is. a close friend of mine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we were actually best friend in middle school, but this long-distance thing grew us apart)&lt;/span&gt; has a baby boy!! and apparently he's already one year plus... and i cannot imagine how she is dealing with being a baby mama and all.. she was too funny to be true... and i miss her so much. i miss you anne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of this entry is  to highlight the fact that who knows maybe in the near future i'll be in the phase where my friends are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;but i'd definitely want to get married first before the other two... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-5593759331540153776?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/5593759331540153776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=5593759331540153776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5593759331540153776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5593759331540153776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/weddingpregnancybaby.html' title='[ wedding.pregnancy.baby. ]'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-4704987560272867061</id><published>2009-06-04T19:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:54:21.655+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another daily ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was brought up to appreciate all the things given to me... even the smallest thing. but i can't help the feeling of wanting this&amp;amp; that, being there, need more of... i envy my sister for finishing up this semester. hell i think she went through a lot this year.. adjusting to a whole new life, moving to two houses in a year, and finishing up with her high school. she will graduate next week and i'm ecstatic. hahah i dont know why but i simply am. daddy's girls are out of school and there's only my brother left. he still got quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the point is, i only have 2 more weeks left. 13 days from today to be exact.. within that 13 days i will be writing up and handing in 3 last essays which weighs about 40 % each. i really want to do well, but this semester is crap whatsoever. and i want to score at least a Distinction for my bussiness exam. (yeah i do aim high).  so i just need to tape my ass to the seat and force open my eyes to stare at notes and let the brain work its magic of understanding key terms and save them all into my long term memory. who knows i migth open a small bussiness as well. besides the point, i want to be home :'( home where my family is at.. it's gn be a hard time for me if i dont get to see them before adelaide..  i'm hoping that i could fly back soon enough so i get to spend time with my loves back home...and getting my beautification done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been full of surprises nowadays.. one thing down, another thing came up..and its just simultenously ocurring. i wanted to break down in tears a while ago.. coz i just have too many things in my head. nothing is reaching close to 50% in terms of progressing. and when im worried, i cant think properly and rush things. ugh i hate it i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i should be doing my research for journalism paper and prepare for tomorrow's presentation. but blogging has become my distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i want to go back to times when i could careless about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but complaining about things will not bring me anywhere.. i should be more grateful for whatever i have and who i am today. &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/9146658034750152908-4704987560272867061?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/4704987560272867061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=4704987560272867061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4704987560272867061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4704987560272867061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-daily-ramblings.html' title='another daily ramblings'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2708196387177491977</id><published>2009-06-03T15:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:30:57.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuart danker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my hairstylist.. and today, he did what i must say, a good job in fixing my hair. :) before this, i only go to him for wash and blow coz i never had the guts to cut my hair here since i only trust the hairstylist in jakarta...tetapi, since i'm really tired of my "corpsed" hair, i decided to give it a try and was quite happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's the only person who compliments my hair the most. everytime i see him, i'll be in a seat for half an hour and i got ten thousand compliments already. haha i swear, one day if i make big money, i'm gn hire him to be my own personal hairstylist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-2708196387177491977?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2708196387177491977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2708196387177491977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2708196387177491977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2708196387177491977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-love.html' title='my new love.'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-5435769652558502876</id><published>2009-06-02T20:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:41:12.315+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my current state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been mentally exhausted for the past couple of days and im not quite sure how to unfold the things in my mind into words right now. been getting constant headache almost every night now.. :s i hope that it do nothing to my health system..coz im supposed to be getting my medical check-up soon.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself running out of place; here and there; left and right. i think its the pure effect of "semester nearly ends". indeed my friends.. the end of semester 4 is approaching and is just around the corner. within a month, i will be in a new place. a new place i would call my new home, my sanctuary. insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are set to come next week for my sister's graduation..and they're gonna stay for a couple of days and go home again. with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means.. two-weeks till the end of june, i will be effin home-alone. the thought of being home alone for a night doesn't scare me. but.. err.. two weeks? im not too sure about that. :s maybe i'll just sleepover at sya's place or get her to my place.. or i dont know. and it doesn't really help that i have my one and only final exam on bussiness towards the end of june. the "its okay, i'll stay home and study for exam" has a slim chance of working this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to asked on how well i performed in academics this semester? i'm not too sure what to answer either. i mean..the  first- two assingments i did rather good, considering the fact that i still procastinate. and now, i just completely lost the motivation to finish off the last assingments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1200 words on a feature story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1500 words on  "ethical journalim requires conscientius-decision making in context"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2000 words on news analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are to be submitted by 17th of june. and my work in progress at the moment.. is 5% on each. nothing to be proud of i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 17th of june...i'm allocating 11 days to study for the business exam. 11 topics to be examined, so 1 topic / day should be good enough. but this is if procastination doesn't fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you get the picture of why im mentally exhausted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando el amor es magico, se llama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;destino&lt;/span&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/9146658034750152908-5435769652558502876?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/5435769652558502876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=5435769652558502876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5435769652558502876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5435769652558502876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-current-state-of-mind.html' title='my current state of mind'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-7964678139150638090</id><published>2009-05-31T20:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:09:30.471+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the old emo -self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;so turn up the corner of your lips, part them and feel my finger tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-7964678139150638090?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/7964678139150638090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=7964678139150638090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7964678139150638090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7964678139150638090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-emo-self.html' title='the old emo -self'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2220931639411633120</id><published>2009-05-30T18:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:40:31.518+07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SiEayUkIxAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5wf8coMxRhA/s1600-h/whaatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SiEayUkIxAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5wf8coMxRhA/s320/whaatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341580084854178818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SiEaplKfr0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/WXYXu87rcSw/s1600-h/whaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SiEaplKfr0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/WXYXu87rcSw/s320/whaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341579934691209026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muahahahaha i taught my brother well.  :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-2220931639411633120?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2220931639411633120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2220931639411633120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2220931639411633120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2220931639411633120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-oh.html' title='uh oh?'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SiEayUkIxAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5wf8coMxRhA/s72-c/whaatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-643076657189401071</id><published>2009-05-30T09:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:57:32.789+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it will hurt even more if i dont make my decision now. with all the things we have ahead of us, i just want you to know that you were once part of me who have shaped me into the person i am today. and i dont regret one thing. it was too close to perfection. but kesempurnaan bukan milik kita krn God jauh lebih sempurna..  this might be the answer to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our memories can't be replaced with anything and i thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will miss you motogp boy :'(&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/9146658034750152908-643076657189401071?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/643076657189401071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=643076657189401071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/643076657189401071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/643076657189401071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary.html' title='dear diary'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-6524087492001143350</id><published>2009-05-29T14:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:25:07.235+07:00</updated><title type='text'>future baby look-a-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh-Nnh-papI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_lpH7gepA_s/s1600-h/suricutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh-Nnh-papI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_lpH7gepA_s/s320/suricutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341143393360243346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's too adorable.. and i want one just like her.  haha&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/9146658034750152908-6524087492001143350?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/6524087492001143350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=6524087492001143350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6524087492001143350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6524087492001143350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/future-baby-look-like.html' title='future baby look-a-like'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh-Nnh-papI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_lpH7gepA_s/s72-c/suricutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-6482336655766967433</id><published>2009-05-29T13:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:03:25.222+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"this just can't be summer love, you'll see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said my long lost ex-boyfriend, Mr.Justin Timberlake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-6482336655766967433?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/6482336655766967433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=6482336655766967433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6482336655766967433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6482336655766967433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-5749124601656383168</id><published>2009-05-28T20:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:02:57.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss dancing my heart out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"yes, when i dance, i'm a free woman, or, rather a free spirit who can travel through the universe, contemplate the present, divine the future, and be transformed into pure energy. and that gives me enormous pleasure, a joy that always goes far beyond everything i've experienced or will experience in my lifetime"&lt;/span&gt; --- Athena , from The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh6YcaT1JsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_N7MO0t4xSQ/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh6YcaT1JsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_N7MO0t4xSQ/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340873821974243010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the best of my dance pictures. i have plenty but its all on the p.c in jakarta. i miss being on stage terribly. dancing my heart out, expressing my emotions,. it was my cure to happiness. my dance teacher named each of us in the group with words that best describes us.  according to her, i just happened to be the "heart" of the dance that we performed for the whole iasas schools. and she has her reasons why she named me the "heart" but i'll simply keep that to myself. although its open for any interpretation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss miss miss dancing so much. and it does gives me an enormous pleasure.&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/9146658034750152908-5749124601656383168?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/5749124601656383168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=5749124601656383168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5749124601656383168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/5749124601656383168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-dancing-my-heart-out.html' title='i miss dancing my heart out.'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh6YcaT1JsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_N7MO0t4xSQ/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-6842590660843932987</id><published>2009-05-28T16:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:12:43.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the upcoming '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon'&lt;/span&gt; movies,  robert pattinson is gonna be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shirtless&lt;/span&gt;?!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;anjriiit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh5iibyyq_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8r6PeznOCJU/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-5279-13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh5iibyyq_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8r6PeznOCJU/s320/kristen-stewart-5279-13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814551823854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;lucky whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh5g66kXVaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2TZuy3h_G08/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-5279-14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh5g66kXVaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2TZuy3h_G08/s320/kristen-stewart-5279-14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340812773378446754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... not only that, stories in tabloids mention how there are more "hunks" in this sequel..&lt;br /&gt;ga mau baca bukunya...karena pasti movies selalu dissapointing in comparison to the book.. so i'll just wait for it to come out end of this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. hotness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-6842590660843932987?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/6842590660843932987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=6842590660843932987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6842590660843932987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6842590660843932987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what.html' title='say what?!'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sh5iibyyq_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8r6PeznOCJU/s72-c/kristen-stewart-5279-13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-4416958112775816747</id><published>2009-05-27T18:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:26:57.998+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new li'l love</title><content type='html'>i'm building lil  love-crush on these british boys. yesterday my love was for shaheen i-forgot-his-last-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today... here's my eleven years old baby... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyr0e_wt_PA&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fprofile.php%3Fid%3D668439083%26ref%3Dfrmf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;aiden davis  &lt;/a&gt;aahhh another 'goosebumps' performance haha i might be bias coz i have the passion for dancing as well.. so this is what my future son might look like... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kecil2 kok ganteng banget sih. &lt;/span&gt;talented pula..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-4416958112775816747?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/4416958112775816747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=4416958112775816747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4416958112775816747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/4416958112775816747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-lil-love.html' title='my new li&apos;l love'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-7307484463040389619</id><published>2009-05-26T18:54:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:03:01.231+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvnUddYpqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UnX6Qayehkc/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvnUddYpqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UnX6Qayehkc/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340116121869133474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, at this day, i graduated from high school.. i couldn't wait for that moment to happen, the moment i shook the principal's hand whilst he handed over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my diploma&lt;/span&gt;. i miss high school but i don't wanna go back.. hell no.. i had an amazing senior year but i think i'll have better years later in life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my adik-adik kelas di Jis hari ini baru graduation juga... time really passes by in a blink of an eye.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagine where i will be two years from now... hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvbS8B4YqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u2lqbp4Bj2w/s1600-h/grad333.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/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvbS8B4YqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u2lqbp4Bj2w/s320/grad333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102901576000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvcDQT2w6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/1bHy5R3V7m8/s1600-h/grad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvcDQT2w6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/1bHy5R3V7m8/s320/grad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103731653821346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShveMoOKvPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bMXrEhh5Hmo/s1600-h/grad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShveMoOKvPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bMXrEhh5Hmo/s320/grad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340106091714493682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Shvnb2J0WEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cuyrYGkacik/s1600-h/lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Shvnb2J0WEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cuyrYGkacik/s320/lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340116248757033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                i love my class of 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and congrats to class of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-7307484463040389619?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/7307484463040389619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=7307484463040389619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7307484463040389619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7307484463040389619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-years-ago.html' title='2 years ago'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShvnUddYpqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UnX6Qayehkc/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-7839656261955931354</id><published>2009-05-25T21:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:58:28.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in my head that i can't express.. verbally,visually, emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-7839656261955931354?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/7839656261955931354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=7839656261955931354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7839656261955931354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7839656261955931354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-some-things-in-my-head-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-7250095113202326399</id><published>2009-05-25T20:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:00:06.428+07:00</updated><title type='text'>time is running out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tick tock tick tock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear the clock is ticking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr... its only monday and i'm already exhausted. i need more hours in the day, so i can accomplish many things.. or maybe there are enough hours in the day.. but i just can't use each and every hour of it effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off my monday morning with a buyer&amp;amp;consumer behaviour test. i know im not gonna score a distinction like my 2 previous tests, let alone a high distinction. :s im hopeless.. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tadi testnya susah banget&lt;/span&gt;..and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i really did gave it my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to finish up my "urusan transfer" at idp. hahahah waiiit... let me re-phrase that. after that, i went to start my "urusan transfer" at idp... and their response is "we'll give you a call today, if not tomorrow to confirm your insurance payment" --&gt; you want me to wait another day? *sigh* so i thought ok.. sabar aja..  yang lain aja masih pada tenang2, kenapa gw heboh sendiri sih? well that's just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"so, you need to prepare $$$ for this this that this that this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then daddy called and i said "dad, you need to put $$$$ into my account for this that this that this that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad said "okay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i feel really bad asking my dad to pay for pretty much everything. :s but i'll pay him all back one day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one day i will :) &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/9146658034750152908-7250095113202326399?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/7250095113202326399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=7250095113202326399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7250095113202326399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7250095113202326399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-is-running-out.html' title='time is running out'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-1673867119523320342</id><published>2009-05-24T17:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:31:28.705+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chica bella</title><content type='html'>oh, this is definitely a must-watch. found it on youtube a while ago, but i keep forgetting to post it up.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she never fail to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;. if you don't believe it, watch it for yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CU2JhYM8tY"&gt;little arianna &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-1673867119523320342?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/1673867119523320342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=1673867119523320342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1673867119523320342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1673867119523320342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/chica-bella.html' title='chica bella'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-3274907560731068328</id><published>2009-05-24T14:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:13:36.729+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Shj-Hovu8SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RaoxUTJKMCI/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Shj-Hovu8SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RaoxUTJKMCI/s320/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339296765397889314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is a picture of Kris Allen and his wife;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the picture above is heart-melting to me. when i watch the real thing on tv, i had tears in my eyes..  i thought it was really sweet &lt;/span&gt;that his wife went up on stage, they hugged, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he cried!  &lt;/span&gt;when he was announced as the winner, he was shocked and had no expression whatsoever, and i finally saw the sensitive side of him...after he sings the finale song, he reunited with his wife and the world watches as they share their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not a robot after all...he cried..he actually had feelings.. i was pissed that they didn't show much of her..she was pretty much on the background esp.after Simon Cowell made nasty comment early in the season. kris is 23 and is already married. it's heartbreaking for many girls but im hoping that his fame won't destroy his relationship with his wife :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality brought tears to my eyes. watching that moment when they hug, was indeed really sweet. because the emotions were real and the people are not told to do so. i don't cry watching romantic/ sad-happy ending movies because i know, the chemistry in the movies are not real. characters in movies are made up. they are staged. they have been directed to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aku pengen dipeluk sama Kris jugaaa :'( &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/9146658034750152908-3274907560731068328?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/3274907560731068328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=3274907560731068328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/3274907560731068328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/3274907560731068328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-reality.html' title='this is reality'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Shj-Hovu8SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RaoxUTJKMCI/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-6324044197323423447</id><published>2009-05-23T19:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:03:47.738+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oprah's big give</title><content type='html'>a weird show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw the commercial on tv, i thought 'oh, here's another interesting show about Oprah Winfrey, i must watch it'.. then i started watching it.. and thinks that its incredibly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;. for those who don't know about the show, its a 'reality show' about people who donates/helps the society...but being judge by 3 judges (similar to american idol).  so people are competing to give ''big''. whoever gives "big" to the society will win..whoever didn't plan the "giving" things well, will be eliminated. bottom line is... everyone is helping the society/those who are really in need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question is : is it necessary to measure how much money or effort you give to society? kalo niat menyumbang, ya nyumbang aja.. ga usah ikutan kompetisi2 ga jelas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-6324044197323423447?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/6324044197323423447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=6324044197323423447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6324044197323423447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6324044197323423447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/oprahs-big-give.html' title='oprah&apos;s big give'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2508799499072008352</id><published>2009-05-21T19:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:07:56.789+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just reminded of something...</title><content type='html'>instead of saving up money for my next retail therapy, i should start saving up for future &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; purposes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(i.e plane tickets + accommodation + spending $ for melbourne and gold coast trip :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of something : i have more than 2 shirts.. so what is the purpose of buying more? i can always wear one, wear the 2nd one while the first one is being washed and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i don't like to be seen as wearing the same thing thrice :s  &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/9146658034750152908-2508799499072008352?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2508799499072008352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2508799499072008352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2508799499072008352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2508799499072008352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-reminded-of-something.html' title='just reminded of something...'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-842559317117247382</id><published>2009-05-20T10:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:24:11.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unexpected surprise</title><content type='html'>as i was waiting for The Hills to download yesterday, i opened my mailbox. little did i know, i received the one thing i've been waiting since march. my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unisa offer letter. &lt;/span&gt;so much for stressing out on monday.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;so now i gotta pay the insurance fee, get my COE, process my visa and i'm ready to take off :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im writing a bussiness paper..just a bit more on my part of the essay and its all to the other members to finish it. and then...i'm going to treat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have been eye-ing couple of things that i want to get + i've been saving up money = a retail therapy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&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/9146658034750152908-842559317117247382?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/842559317117247382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=842559317117247382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/842559317117247382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/842559317117247382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected-surprise.html' title='the unexpected surprise'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-3374173259177884715</id><published>2009-05-18T20:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:56:12.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming a dream job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShFoaxg55DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CTkWrChrbyI/s1600-h/unilever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/ShFoaxg55DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CTkWrChrbyI/s200/unilever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337161842587984946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unilever, of Anglo Dutch origins, is one of the largest consumer goods businesses in the world, operating in over 90 countries. Over a quarter of a million employees globally create $11 billion pounds profit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;over the past couple of days, i have been dreaming about my future job.. concern that i only have one more year to complete my bachelor degree in communication and media management, i have done an early thinking. for those who don't know me very well, i like to plan things ahead of time. waaaaay ahead of time.. although some might not work according to my plans, but at least i know i have prepared. and so i come to the point where i've been dreaming about working for Unilever once i graduate next year,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Insya Allah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last December 2008, i went for an internship-interview at Unilever Jakarta. but they 'rejected' me because they wanted me to intern for 3-months, and by that time, i only had around 1.5 month left in Jakarta. so Mba Meila said maybe I could try again next time. and i'm telling myself  from now on that i NEED to get that internship the next time i have a 3-months break! the office environment when i went for my internship was really cozy. the people were really laid-back and the activities that they do (according to Mba Meila) sounded really fun to me. Hopefully, everything goes well for me in the years ahead..and who knows, maybe i could be working at Unilever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :) hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-3374173259177884715?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/3374173259177884715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=3374173259177884715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/3374173259177884715'/><link rel='self' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happy 21st bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rthda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y syaza!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sg_mgzyofAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J0UK66RZ-fw/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sg_mgzyofAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J0UK66RZ-fw/s320/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336737534790106114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this picture is taken from her bday dinner last year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, my stomach is going ga-ga now.. i can already sense the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masuk angin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; coz i have gone through this "illness" numerous of times..  and everytime i got it, i'd start thinking that i'd rather have cough or fever than masuk angin.. not like i like to be sick with cough or fever, but i definetly dislike going back and forth to the bathroom, having constant stomach growls, and the feeling of wanting to burp non-stop. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt; yet i have to deal with it.. beginilah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nasib anak kost&lt;/span&gt;, the food that i eat revolves around instant noodles, fast food, wholemeal bread, or sometimes i skipped a meal coz i dont feel like cooking nor do i feel like going out to grab a bite. i'm trying to enjoy university life as much, because people said "uni  is the best time of your life!". when i heard this, it brings me back to the memories of high school...and people used to say to me "enjoy high school, its the best time of your life". and when i attend my parent's friends' son/daughther's weddings, they will say "marriage is the best time of your life". hahaha ok so i dont know why i start rambling about this.. i guess its the further extension of procastinating on  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buyer&amp;amp;consumer behaviour essay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been making notes here and there on my so called 'academic' planner... but not one of them is posted on my wall..hahhaa so i'm gonna make another one of 'academic planner' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; post it up on my wall.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i have been missing my family too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-653380434178377487?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/653380434178377487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=653380434178377487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/653380434178377487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/653380434178377487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sg_mgzyofAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J0UK66RZ-fw/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-6156621762062242909</id><published>2009-05-16T19:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:48:43.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pampered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i used to have my own idea of pampering myself.. that is..going to the salon, getting a creambath, full body massage and scrub and facial... but then i came up with another definition of pampering. my mom, little brother , my little cousins and aunt +uncle came to visit last week.. and i've never been happier for the last 2.5 months.. to be able to spend time with them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relax-ed &lt;/span&gt;me. coincidentally, i'm on my mid-term break, so it was just a perfect holiday for me at least. so we spent the exact one week mall-hopping, eating and paid a super short trip to singapore. my God, i needed thaaat and i amazed myself for finishing up my media forum right before we went to singapore. hence, i truly enjoyed my short holiday. and that is how i come up with another definition of 'pampering' ..spending good quality time with my lovely  family. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you all to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sg614pL6_1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PKlm_MmpDHM/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sg614pL6_1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PKlm_MmpDHM/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336402593213775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-6156621762062242909?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/6156621762062242909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=6156621762062242909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/6156621762062242909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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make it one. whilst the girl think she didn't do anything wrong, the guy thinks differently. and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it almost hit me rock bottom, but once again i figured it out using my logic instead of purely emotion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-1613764868982771050?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/1613764868982771050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=1613764868982771050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1613764868982771050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.whoogaau.com.au/ugg-au.asp?p=For-You"&gt;whooga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and then i decided to go to the website and browsed around... hmm.. i think i want a pair of ugg boots too! although i have one back in the days when i was living in virginia.. but another pair won't hurt :)  ;) hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgOSnp607ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FIfUnEUcx0E/s1600-h/heartwhoogas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgOSnp607ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FIfUnEUcx0E/s320/heartwhoogas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333267593701944722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9146658034750152908-3046139445913788455?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgOSnp607ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FIfUnEUcx0E/s72-c/heartwhoogas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-1091879196573176204</id><published>2009-05-06T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:17:23.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new addition to the group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week's purchase :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgEq149zvEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SgozQbda3PU/s1600-h/DSCN3269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgEq149zvEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SgozQbda3PU/s320/DSCN3269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332590539096439874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blue-back statement necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xo&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/9146658034750152908-1091879196573176204?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/1091879196573176204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=1091879196573176204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1091879196573176204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1091879196573176204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-addition-to-group.html' title='a new addition to the group'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SgEq149zvEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SgozQbda3PU/s72-c/DSCN3269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-8135999869765578664</id><published>2009-05-05T20:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:05:05.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>confuse? confused? confusing? eh?</title><content type='html'>i am now a communication student who is writing a critique on finance with no finance background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-8135999869765578664?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/8135999869765578664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=8135999869765578664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8135999869765578664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/8135999869765578664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/confuse-confused-confusing-eh.html' title='confuse? confused? confusing? eh?'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-3896359512224757494</id><published>2009-05-04T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:59:51.868+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eww..</title><content type='html'>i just realised.. almost all my posts are about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more of this gheyass on the upcoming ones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-3896359512224757494?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/3896359512224757494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sf6VNu_P3HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-dWPW0aaI6Q/s1600-h/bali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sf6VNu_P3HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-dWPW0aaI6Q/s320/bali2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331863072037395570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sf6VFApq5LI/AAAAAAAAADw/tm79u6Y8_cI/s1600-h/bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sf6VFApq5LI/AAAAAAAAADw/tm79u6Y8_cI/s320/bali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331862922159908018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the midst of many assignments, my brain is definitely on vacation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;love looking back at memories. esp my 2007 Bali memories. more precisely, Tanah Lot... i remember getting up so early that day to go there and it paid off really well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be at the exact same place, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-2941166750166780696?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2941166750166780696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2941166750166780696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2941166750166780696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2941166750166780696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-layout.html' title='take me to paradise'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sf6VNu_P3HI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-dWPW0aaI6Q/s72-c/bali2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-925794260060035790</id><published>2009-05-02T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:32:32.701+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sfw9E4pAMlI/AAAAAAAAADk/xV2TEUUwOgM/s1600-h/icadaliya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sfw9E4pAMlI/AAAAAAAAADk/xV2TEUUwOgM/s320/icadaliya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203213032960594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so painful to be away from them, i tried not to think of it too often coz it'll only give me a major homesick.. but i cannot help to see the picture above.. my little cousins are too adorable.. and i miss them soo muchhh :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xo&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/9146658034750152908-925794260060035790?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/925794260060035790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=925794260060035790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/925794260060035790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/925794260060035790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lovely-family.html' title='my lovely family'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/Sfw9E4pAMlI/AAAAAAAAADk/xV2TEUUwOgM/s72-c/icadaliya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2158741903503617728</id><published>2009-05-01T10:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:09:38.138+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're in love, you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.5 years anniversary&lt;/span&gt;... and this is my longest by far :') so i would like to dedicate this post to my beloved boyfriend who has been there for me days and nights all these times... who puts up with me with his never- ending patient.. who makes me laugh and yada yada yada yada.. its too much to be written here.. but all in all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's been the best&lt;/span&gt; best-friend and boyfriend i could ever ask for. i love you with all my heart and i promise i won't do a thing to hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definetly looking forward for this weekend to rest and restore some energy coz i dont really have a midterm break :'( my bussiness elective class starts again on monday and this bullshit media forum also starts on monday all the way till the 15th of may. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to start my May.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to get through another 4 weeks of classes and i will be done with 4th semester!&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/9146658034750152908-2158741903503617728?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2158741903503617728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2158741903503617728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2158741903503617728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2158741903503617728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-years-of-love.html' title='when you&apos;re in love, you can&apos;t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams..'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-260903879788867911</id><published>2009-04-30T09:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:47:45.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SfkOu0nv3BI/AAAAAAAAADc/1VXIv7g4mJY/s1600-h/DSC01086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SfkOu0nv3BI/AAAAAAAAADc/1VXIv7g4mJY/s320/DSC01086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307831531822098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm getting used to this long-distance relationship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing. &lt;/span&gt;but sometimes, i just can't help myself.. i miss him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.5 years anniversary&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;another anniversary apart from each other.. on the other hand, this is supposedly my mid-term semester break, but my 'things-to-do' for this break consists of "assignments"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i was thinking of begging my parents to buy me a return ticket  for this short break, but then i realised, there really is NO point of going back home if i'll just end up working on assignments instead of getting pampered at salon and all. so i made a wise decision to stay and umm work on assingments ? oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/9146658034750152908-260903879788867911?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/260903879788867911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=260903879788867911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/260903879788867911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/260903879788867911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiero.html' title='Quiero..'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSsW8VYSDgE/SfkOu0nv3BI/AAAAAAAAADc/1VXIv7g4mJY/s72-c/DSC01086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-1390801028343031733</id><published>2008-11-10T12:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:55:45.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>semester break</title><content type='html'>although it's not official yet, but i'm kinda already on my 3 months semester break :) long ass break.. where my brain will not function for a while..and all i can think of is just to have fun.. so i turned in my research paper already.. then i just have to photocopy my critiques, then copy-paste html codes and turn it into a beautiful website.  it doesn't look too hectic anymore at least. yay for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago i started working at Tony Roma's as a hostess... mixed feelings because some staff were really friendly but then there are also some who asks for the kick in the ass and a nice punch on the face.. And I  was super busy especially because it was the weekend. most people were on waiting lists and i kinda had to 'entertain' them.. gahh... for the experience and work resume...why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less than a month, i will head back home. finally its jakarta again... seeing the family again and properly partying with my friends again.. ahh how i miss the partying scene there.. and pretty much the people who never fail to make me laugh and smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i have a bunch of movies that i'm planning to watch this break... the lists goes as follow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quantum of Solace [watching it today...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transporter 3 maybe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Body of Lies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wild Child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beverly Hills Chihuahua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YES Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;woot woot... i can't wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-1390801028343031733?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/1390801028343031733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=1390801028343031733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1390801028343031733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/1390801028343031733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2008/11/semester-break.html' title='semester break'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-7676580377527154235</id><published>2008-11-05T19:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:19:41.579+07:00</updated><title type='text'>research paper</title><content type='html'>i'm writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet &lt;/span&gt;another paper about journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and officially sick of it :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 done.&lt;br /&gt;1 to go :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-7676580377527154235?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/7676580377527154235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=7676580377527154235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7676580377527154235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/7676580377527154235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2008/11/research-paper.html' title='research paper'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146658034750152908.post-2548909157119135846</id><published>2008-11-05T19:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:26:26.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's paint the white house black, baby..</title><content type='html'>november 4th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another history was created in the land of United States of America. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;, of Democratic Party, has been elected to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 44th President of United States of America and to be the First African-American President of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have never been this enthusiastic about presidential election. Nor do i have interests in politics. Let alone, I don't know why I'm enchanted to Barack Obama. I've never really understood his political vissions and missions, but for some reason, there's something about Obama that gets me excited about the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really moved when i watched his first victory speech. I read an article or rather a comment from someone on the internet, that Obama's win is Martin Luther King's dream comes true. People of all colors should be united. To me, Obama is beyond charming. I have good feelings for USA and the rest of the world now that Obama is the president-elect. I wish him all the good luck in re-shaping America and for all the social progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats for Barack, Michelle, Sasha and Malia Obama. God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states. We are, and always will be, the United States of America."&lt;/span&gt; - Barack Obama, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146658034750152908-2548909157119135846?l=kemala89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/feeds/2548909157119135846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146658034750152908&amp;postID=2548909157119135846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2548909157119135846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146658034750152908/posts/default/2548909157119135846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemala89.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-paint-white-house-black-baby.html' title='let&apos;s paint the white house black, baby..'/><author><name>kemala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
