<?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-3966474986481569994</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:08:47.073+07:00</updated><category term='dreams'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='movies'/><category term='society'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='books'/><category term='great experience.'/><category term='family'/><category term='college'/><category term='badluck'/><category term='myself'/><category term='scribbles'/><category term='musics'/><category term='bffs'/><title type='text'>Relax Take It Easy</title><subtitle type='html'>for there is nothing that we can do</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5993811867969445075</id><published>2012-01-23T13:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:08:47.084+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;So I would not let our situation trouble you excessively. All we can do is strive to accept our fate with grace, whatever it might be.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Nasuada, Inheritance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5993811867969445075?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5993811867969445075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-i-would-not-let-our-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5993811867969445075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5993811867969445075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-i-would-not-let-our-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7099955459028189483</id><published>2012-01-16T21:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:19:07.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Happy things to start this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://yfrog.com/h8crhhwj:tw1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" width="640" src="https://yfrog.com/h8crhhwj:tw1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most delicious popcorn and tea in the whole world (again, Thanks to Nana)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://yfrog.com/ocunmdmqj:tw1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" width="640" src="https://yfrog.com/ocunmdmqj:tw1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 books I bought early this month and made me broke (I really need to stop goofing around bookstore if I want to eat properly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7099955459028189483?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7099955459028189483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-make-me-happy-to-start-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7099955459028189483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7099955459028189483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-make-me-happy-to-start-this.html' title='Happy things to start this year'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7558424241767421359</id><published>2012-01-16T20:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:28:10.207+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Hope, Glory, Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl can hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the time when you're surrounded with good people who's chasing their dreams, pursue themselves to be happy. For their career, their scholar, even their love life. It gives you an extra power to do so. Hey, if they can make it, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glorify yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not be on the same path anymore since we have a different dreams. But it feels so damn good to hear everybody's stories, catching up, and do some silly conversation. Sometimes in life when you feel the fight is over and you feel like you won't make it, you really need a supportive friends as a reminder to keep on trying and trying and trying. A-slap-in-the-face-comments from your dearest friends would do (and yes I know sometimes they can be your pain in the ass, but believe me, hear 'em!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy ending&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think what's it for? Those fights, problems, failures, mistakes, sleepless nights we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even worth it? Every mistakes you've made will make you able to identify what you really need. You can learn from your failure or bad decisions from the past about what you don't want to do or to be in the future. Everything is happen for a reason, right? We fall, we cry, we get up, and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are we really looking for in this life? &lt;i&gt;Happy ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7558424241767421359?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7558424241767421359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-glory-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7558424241767421359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7558424241767421359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-glory-happy-ending.html' title='Hope, Glory, Happy Ending'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-959800598808775188</id><published>2011-12-31T16:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:17:19.556+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>New Year: Old Hope</title><content type='html'>Some people are being sarcastic about New Year's Resolutions. They are just some words you will forget next month, next week, even tomorrow. And yes, I was one of them. Forget about my goals, forget about my dreams I tend to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some resolution for 2012. I wrote it down. From an old dreams to a new one. From traveling destination to career to self improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Because what am I gonna be without a dream, without a hope? &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a wanderer. &lt;br /&gt;So I dream high. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-959800598808775188?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/959800598808775188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-old-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/959800598808775188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/959800598808775188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-old-hope.html' title='New Year: Old Hope'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-35821945236331475</id><published>2011-12-29T21:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:40:12.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3176858/relax-take-it-easy?claim=hpmjzxvceuw"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-35821945236331475?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/35821945236331475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/35821945236331475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/35821945236331475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2630997273981647673</id><published>2011-12-28T19:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:52:42.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>Everyone else is off falling in love and acting stupid and goofy and sweet and insane, but not me. &lt;br /&gt;Why don't I want that more? I want to want that.&lt;br /&gt;Am I wired wrong or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Robin, HIMYM s01e06&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2630997273981647673?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2630997273981647673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2630997273981647673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2630997273981647673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-146920812904666267</id><published>2011-12-23T17:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:47:32.955+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of a small village girls</title><content type='html'>She finished her study in University, got a good grade, got a lot of friends. She's friendly, passionate, talkative, and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's married to a man she loved. Went back to her village, live with her parents. Born a kid. Her man said that it is his job to find money. All she has to do is raise a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quit her job. Stop reaching for her friends. Stop doing everything she once liked. Killed her dreams. Just taking care her man and kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she's happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lamongan, December 23rd 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-146920812904666267?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/146920812904666267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/memoirs-of-small-village-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/146920812904666267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/146920812904666267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/memoirs-of-small-village-girls.html' title='Memoirs of a small village girls'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3307883655386790373</id><published>2011-12-18T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:14:36.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Surabaya Kota Kenangan</title><content type='html'>Okay, after 1 depressing week in PANTURA, I planned to go to Surabaya to meet my aunties and uncles (Looking for a good food after 10 days full of fried fish in every meal). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw, Tya, dan Doni berangkat dari Paciran jam 7 pagi naik bus semacam metro mini tanpa AC, pintu terbuka, ngetem tiap belokan, berjalan selambat siput. Dibutuhkan waktu tempuh selama 3 jam untuk mencapai Terminal Osowilangun - Surabaya (seharusnya 2 jam). Dengan bantuan &lt;i&gt;Google Map&lt;/i&gt; gw dan Tya melanjutkan perjalanan naik angkot ke rumah sodara gw di &lt;b&gt;Jl. Kalasan 42&lt;/b&gt; sedangkan Doni lanjut ke Terminal Bungurasih. Berhubung gw udah lama banget ga ketemu sodara yang disini (terakhir umur 4 tahun) gw gatau muka mereka seperti apa dan apa saja yang sudah terjadi. Untungnya om, tante, dan sepupu-sepupu gw sangat asik sampe gw males balik lagi ke Desa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah makan siang &lt;b&gt;soto madura&lt;/b&gt; kita diajak jalan ke Tunjungan Plaza ditemanni tante Rudy, Dinda dan Ajeng (2 anak kembarnya).&lt;i&gt;AAAAA~ the smell freshly brewed coffee and air conditioned room.&lt;/i&gt; Malamnya kita makan &lt;b&gt;Tahu Campur &lt;/b&gt;yang paling terkenal se-Surabaya di Kalasan (sumpah ini enak banget). Sesampainya di rumah gw dihubungin Manit, sepupu gw yang kerja di Hard Rock Radio bahwa masih ada tiket untuk acara &lt;b&gt;Euphoritmic&lt;/b&gt; di Grand City (&lt;b&gt;Jazz Performance: The Groove feat. Kikan, Yuke, Saykoji, Andezzz, Kaka SLANK&lt;/b&gt;) yang langsung gw iyakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya disana gw langsung beli tiket dan masuk venue. Ternyata setiap orang mendapatkan sebungkus rokok gratis (karena gw dateng bertiga otomatis dapet 3) yang dipaksa dibawa sama si SPG-nya. Kenapa gratis-nya rokok, kenapa gak coklat kek, wedang ronde kek, cowok berprospek kek. &lt;i&gt;So, whoever need 3 packs of cigarettes just take it from me.&lt;/i&gt; Acara diawali dengan band pembuka yang membawakan lagu 'Alamat Palsu' dengan &lt;i&gt;fusion jazz&lt;/i&gt;, dilanjutkan dengan &lt;i&gt;stand up comedy &lt;/i&gt;oleh &lt;i&gt;comic&lt;/i&gt; Mongol. Barulah The Groove muncul sambil memainkan lagu-lagu standard Jazz seperti Earth Wind and Fire sampai aransemen ulang 'Moves Like Jagger'. Seperti biasa The Groove selalu tampil memukau dengan energi dan aransemen maksimal. Kolaborasi diawali oleh Yuke (personil Drive), lalu Kikan yang membawakan lagu 'Karma' dengan tempo lambat dan beberapa lagu lainnya, Saykoji yang nge-rap di beberapa lagu, Andezzz memainkan medley hits dia (he looks so awesome and handsome with his turntables!) , dan akhirnya Kaka Slank yang menyanyikan hits-hits SLANK dengan nuansa yang jauh dari Rock. &lt;i&gt;He is so awesome! Never in my slightest dream that I could watched him live (with all of the SLANKERS things).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mALOYcHK1FE/Tu3XEqP7RGI/AAAAAAAAATE/MdsACxFNxtc/s1600/Genteng-20111216-00117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mALOYcHK1FE/Tu3XEqP7RGI/AAAAAAAAATE/MdsACxFNxtc/s320/Genteng-20111216-00117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Euphoritmic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41ASoEPTCng/Tu3XZ60xYDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/80iXYLv32i4/s1600/IMG-20111216-00120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41ASoEPTCng/Tu3XZ60xYDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/80iXYLv32i4/s320/IMG-20111216-00120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaka SLANK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan hari-nya kita bertemu Reni dan Intan yang bertugas di Rembang dan Pati. Sambil makan siang di TP kita bertukar cerita bodoh yang terjadi selama 10 hari di Desa masing-masing yang kemudian secara impulsif memutuskan untuk nonton &lt;i&gt;Mission Impossible 4&lt;/i&gt; di Grand City. Terjadi kehebohan setelah kita pulang karena Reni dinyatakan menghilang di TP dan tidak bisa dihubungi. Membuat heboh keluarga-nya di Surabaya, Rembang, Bandung, dan keluarga gw di Kalasan. Untungnya dia ditemukan di dalam kantor polisi dan digosipkan sedang PDKT pada polisi yang dia pinjam HP-nya. Sungguh malam yang penuh kepanikan. Setelah kepanikan mereda kita makan malam rawon, tahu tek-tek, bakmi goreng, dan nasi goreng &lt;i&gt;(it is so true when my mom told me I am getting fatter).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya kita berencana pulang minggu pagi, tapi Om Pudio dan Tante Rudy mengajak kita ke Madura melewati Jembatan Suramadu untuk makan Bebek di Bangkalan. Madura sungguh panas sekali tidak terperi. Gw bisa meleleh kalo tinggal disana. Tapi bebek goreng-nya enak banget. Setelah itu kita diantar kembali ke Terminal untuk pulang ke Paciran setelah sebelumnya dikasih buah tangan Sambal Bu Rudy oleh mbak Anggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times are remarkable. Thank you Tante Rudy, Om Pudio, Mbak Anggi, Manit, Dinda, Ajeng, Tante Teni dan keluarga, Om Lylik dan keluarga, dan Om Toto. I am so gonna miss Kalasan 42. I shall come again next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3307883655386790373?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3307883655386790373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/surabaya-kota-kenangan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3307883655386790373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3307883655386790373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/surabaya-kota-kenangan.html' title='Surabaya Kota Kenangan'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mALOYcHK1FE/Tu3XEqP7RGI/AAAAAAAAATE/MdsACxFNxtc/s72-c/Genteng-20111216-00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3903698333397599039</id><published>2011-12-14T09:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:18:53.873+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>Never regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;Because at one time it was exactly what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me in the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3903698333397599039?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3903698333397599039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3903698333397599039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3903698333397599039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-9042311261811074322</id><published>2011-12-11T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:46:27.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Celoteh Lamongan</title><content type='html'>Hello world! &lt;br /&gt;Gw lagi ikut proyek pengadaan air siap minum di daerah pesisir dan pulau kecil Indonesia yang diadakan oleh Kementrian Kelautan dan Perikanan sebagai petugas &lt;i&gt;Quality Control.&lt;/i&gt; Terdapat 3 desa di Paciran, Lamongan yang diberi bantuan alat &lt;i&gt;Reverse Osmotic&lt;/i&gt;, yaitu Desa Weru, Tunggul, dan Sedayu Lawas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw ditempatkan di Desa Tunggul. Desa kecil di PANTURA dengan jumlah penduduk yang cukup banyak dan sumber air sumur yang asin sehingga sulit untuk sumber air minum (kecuali membeli air kemasan dan memiliki sumur bor). Kawasan ini jauh dari keramaian kota (2 jam dari Kota Lamongan dan 2 jam dari Surabaya). Hiruk pikuk hanya terdapat di Pasar, Tempat Pelelangan Ikan, dan Dermaga. Mayoritas masyarakat di sini berprofesi sebagai nelayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika gw memutuskan ikut proyek ini tidak ada dalam bayangan gw bahwa gw akan menjadi tempat curhat warga sini. Gw semacam mengikuti &lt;i&gt;community service&lt;/i&gt;, belajar banyak tentang rasa percaya, berbagi tanpa pamrih, kerja keras, determinasi, dan percaya bahwa rezeki sudah ada jatahnya masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1g34uqRe1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="500" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1g34uqRe1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiga anak hilang di Wisata Bahari Lamongan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1gu56A7I1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="500" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1gu56A7I1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1ghvA2le1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="500" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1ghvA2le1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wisid Beach - Lamongan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, ketololan selalu hinggap kemanapun gw pergi. Pertama, kamar mandi di rumah warga yang gw tinggali tidak ditembok full (hanya 3/4 badan) sehingga saat kita mandi kepala kita akan menyembul dari balik tembok. Selain itu letak kamar mandi berada di dapur sehingga anda akan merasa tidak nyaman ketika akan menunaikan tugas suci di pagi hari (BAB). Kedua, semua angkutan umum disini selalu menyalakan playlist dangdut PANTURA dengan volume pol mengalahkan desibel suara helikopter lepas landas. Ketiga, ketika gw lagi main di Pantai Pasir Putih gw diminta tolong fotoin 2 bocah SMA kelas 1, berhubung gw baik hati ya gw bantu foto. Setelah mereka sadar gw gabisa bahasa Jawa mereka menanyakan asal gw dari mana dan sedang apa, setelah gw jawab dan mereka lanjut berfoto tiba-tiba mereka ngajakin gw foto bareng dengan semangat (semacam ngajak foto artis ibukota). Sungguh aneh. Keempat, gw hampir gabisa pulang dari pantai karena tidak ada angkutan umum dari sana, akhirnya membayar penjaga pantai untuk mengantarkan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikayat Desa Sebelah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desa Weru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini baru namanya nge-bolang. Jauh dari jalan besar, beneran desa nelayan, bau ikan dimana-mana, tempat pondasi alat RO dijadiin tempat jemur ikan asin. Kamar mandi sempit, ga ada kuncinya jadi diganjel sendal jepit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desa Sedayu Lawas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rumah gw tinggal jauh dari tempat proyek. Malem-malem ada tamu laki-laki yang kata si ibunya adalah saudara, tapi langsung masuk kamar tidur di saat suami si ibu lagi di Surabaya. Terus si ibu nyuruh gw supaya ga bilang ke suaminya kalo ada tamu laki-laki. Jam setengah 5 pagi si tamu udah ga ada di rumah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 3 weeks here. I wish I could kill the boredom here. Without mall, good food, not even good beach. Well, I am so gonna make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;Good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-9042311261811074322?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/9042311261811074322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/celoteh-lamongan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/9042311261811074322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/9042311261811074322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/celoteh-lamongan.html' title='Celoteh Lamongan'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3453334975960494103</id><published>2011-12-09T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:58:30.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Lamongan</title><content type='html'>"Jarak Paciran-Lamongan Kota = Paciran-Surabaya" Cemana gw mau ngota kalo sejauh ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jd mbak, org pantura itu wataknya keras. Karena biasa menantang bahaya. Jd hati2 kalau bicara." Yaoloh beri hamba keselamatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lamongan terkenal dengan santet, padahal sebenarnya tidak." Tambah kuat berdoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Belok kiri ini rumahnya Amrozi". Mak, udah santet sekarang teroris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Panasnya PANTURA, amboi tiada tara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nyamuk disini ngalahin kegalakan nyamuk di Afrika."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Lamongan, December 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3453334975960494103?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3453334975960494103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/fun-facts-about-lamongan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3453334975960494103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3453334975960494103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/fun-facts-about-lamongan.html' title='Fun Facts about Lamongan'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3877117371764396346</id><published>2011-12-09T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:35:51.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>They say:</title><content type='html'>"It's a part of being an adult".&lt;br /&gt;"Rezeki ada jatahnya masing-masing."&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan cuman ngambil keputusan yang susah, tapi nerima konsekuansinya itu lebih susah."&lt;br /&gt;"You are one step closer to a wiser version of you."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's the adventure you've always wanted, who knows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banyak pilihan, banyak resiko. Harus berani. Selalu ada poin plus dan minus."&lt;br /&gt;"One thing I could assure you, you'll feel super shit at least for 24 hours ahead. Be strong. You don't need anymore logic, just deal with the feeling."&lt;br /&gt;"Pokoknya percaya Tong, percaya deh, sesuatu yang datang di saat yang tidak tepat adalah benar sesuatu yang tidak tepat buat lo. Jika sesuatu datang di saat yang tepat berarti itu adalah yang tepat buat lo."&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan masalah besar/tidak besar, hebat/tidak hebat, tapi masalah tepat/tidak tepat."&lt;br /&gt;"Keep it simple stupid, everything is simple but our mind turn it to be complicated. Control your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Ardwina Rishdantie and Ratna Nindyarani. I forgot how wise you are. Thanks again for being a good friends. ILY. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3877117371764396346?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3877117371764396346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3877117371764396346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3877117371764396346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-say.html' title='They say:'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-227422906456415113</id><published>2011-12-05T05:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:08:46.290+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Argo Parahyangan: 04.20</title><content type='html'>Every time I am on a plane or a train or a car (if I am not driving) to go somewhere, is the time when my mind is so clear. That is the time when I can think about life, about future, about the problem, mostly about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dawn train, most of the passengers are workers whose family stayed in Bandung and as a backbone of a family they have to wake up early and go to Jakarta. Some might think why don't they just bring their whole family to Jakarta while others say why don't they just find a job in Bandung. Let me get straight here, what kind of father who doesn't want to see his child and wife every day. As a matter of fact it is all about choice you take in life. Whether you get a good job in big city to finance your daily needs, including a-super-expensive-children's education or stay near your family with small amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking how hard actually it is to survive in this crazy world. Even if someone said that money can't buy happiness. I am not saying that it is not true, but let us be honest, what are you gonna do without money? Well, you can't eat love for sure (sorry for being realistic). And yes, there is no easy way to get good money (and don't you dare to say corruption, corrupter is a bitch), this is where the concept&lt;b&gt; 'what you give is what you get'&lt;/b&gt; implied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Central Station&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone rushed to their destination. Starting this week with full of hope. Struggling to achieve their own goal. Well, working hard is not a crime, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-227422906456415113?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/227422906456415113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/argo-parahyangan-0420.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/227422906456415113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/227422906456415113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/12/argo-parahyangan-0420.html' title='Argo Parahyangan: 04.20'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-483682457422661194</id><published>2011-11-30T09:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:04:50.483+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Skipped</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel like skipped like a month of your life? You were there, but you were too attached to whatever you were doing at the time. So much happens in your surroundings and you don't even realize. And yeah, I feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-483682457422661194?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/483682457422661194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/skipped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/483682457422661194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/483682457422661194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/skipped.html' title='Skipped'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-737921073276013221</id><published>2011-11-28T23:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:41:40.679+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Great Grad Trip V end: Hell yeah! We are (look like) Singaporean</title><content type='html'>Perjalanan Phuket-Singapore diwarnai dengan turbulensi yang sangat parah. Saat turbulensi terjadi gw masih asik baca buku sampe dimarahin Nana yang baru bangun buat nutup meja. Manuver pilot sudah tidak lagi naik-turun tapi kanan-kiri, lampu dimatikan, dan tanda EXIT udah nyala. Suasana di dalam pesawat sudah seperti film &lt;b&gt;The Passanger&lt;/b&gt;. Untung pesawat mendarat denga mulus di Changi. Ketololan yang terjadi adalah orang yang marahin gw buat nutup meja ternyata tidak mengenakan &lt;i&gt;seat belt&lt;/i&gt; sejak awal penerbangan, great Ratna Nindyarani! Untung pesawat ini kagak jatoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah makan siang di Changi kita langsung menuju hostel di area &lt;i&gt;Little India&lt;/i&gt;. Sesampainya di MRT, gw ditanya-tanyain gimana caranya beli tiket sama beberapa turis (bukti kita mirip &lt;i&gt;Singaporean&lt;/i&gt;, iya ngarep!). Fern Loft Hostel yang kita tempati sungguh tidak enak, kamarnya lembap, bawahnya pub, dan terdapat stiker bertebaran. Pas mau jalan si Pepe dapet kabar bahwa nyokapnya masuk RS di Jakarta jadi memutuskan untuk &lt;i&gt;stay&lt;/i&gt; di hostel sambil nunggu kabar. Ini menandakan gw terjebak berdua Nana mengelilingi Singapore dengan segala ketololan yang pasti terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan diawali dengan ke Mustafa center lalu dilanjutkan ke Kallang untuk &lt;i&gt;booking&lt;/i&gt; hostel rekomendasi &lt;i&gt;backpacker&lt;/i&gt; yang kita temui di Phuket. Masalah muncul ketika kita gatau dimana tepatnya The Hives berada, untung ada &lt;i&gt;wifi&lt;/i&gt; di MRT sehingga kita dapet alamatnya. Beres &lt;i&gt;booking&lt;/i&gt;, kita lanjut jalan ke &lt;i&gt;Orchard Rd.&lt;/i&gt;, dan berdasarkan rekomendasi seorang teman kita beli kartu langganan MRT (bukti 2 kita (mirip) Singaporean). Seperti biasa gw tidak bisa menahan diri untuk beli buku di Kinokuniya &lt;b&gt;(Good Omens dan American Gods)&lt;/b&gt; dan Nana cari sabuk buat kado ulang taun bapaknya. Abis makan di food court (tetep cari murah) kita lanjut mengobati rasa penasaran kita tentang &lt;i&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/i&gt;. Ketidaktahuan arah kembali menjadi masalah disini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana:&lt;/b&gt; Ini kemana yah abis keluar stasiun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; Kagak tau tong. Tuh ada bule, kita ikutin aja! Pasti mereka menuju keramaian.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 menit kemudian bule tersebut masuk gedung apartemen. KAMPRET~! Akhirnya kita balik arah dan bertanya pada orang yang naik sepeda di perempatan jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374137_10150415135047313_623457312_8285960_1605103364_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="641" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374137_10150415135047313_623457312_8285960_1605103364_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317303_10150415141122313_623457312_8286079_1641252269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="641" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317303_10150415141122313_623457312_8286079_1641252269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata Clarke Quay itu seru dan hip banget. Ini kayak distrik yang isinya bar, pub, restoran, cafe, sampe night club. Banyak banget orang yang nongkrong disini, dari tua sampe bocah (sama orang tuanya). Tempat minumnya juga beragam, dari bar biasa sampe mengusung tema clinic (minuman dimasukin ke labu infus atau suntikan). Setelah berkeliling dan menikmati malam kita langsung pulang mengejar MRT terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya kita langsung berangkat buat pindah hostel ke The Hives, dan gw pake acara jatoh di Little India (untung kagak ada yang kenal). Pepe berencana ketemu temennya hari ini, jadi ge kembali terjebak bersama Nana untuk pergi ke &lt;i&gt;Jurong Bird park&lt;/i&gt;. Dibutuhkan waktu 1 jam dari Kallang menuju Boon Lay menggunakan MRT untuk lanjut naik bis ke Jurong Bird Park. Sesampainya di &lt;i&gt;jurong Point&lt;/i&gt; ternyata terjadi insiden berdarah dimana gw harus cari pembalut dan membeli celana baru. Untungnya disini ada Guardian dan Nana sungguh tidak membantu dengan menyuruh gw beli adult diapers karena kita berdua gatau B. Inggrisnya pembalut apa (Serius kalo ada yang tau kasih tau gw), untung gw melihat seonggok pembalut di rak. Dan itu adalah pembalut termahal yang pernah gw beli (di Indonesia 12 ribu, itu 48 ribu)! Celana pendek paling murah disini 35SGD, untung gw menemukan toko yang menjual dress seharga 15SGD yang langsung gw beli. Setelah makan di Long John kita lanjut naik bis menuju Jurong Bird park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302539_2485921821929_1069148617_32751962_1130386192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302539_2485921821929_1069148617_32751962_1130386192_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boon Lay Interchange Station&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Bird Park sungguh keren, tertata dengan baik, dengan desain yang memukau. Mereka sampe bisa buat African waterfall park, hutan tropis, dan pantai buatan sehingga membuat taman ini sangat atraktif dan menyenangkan. Yang bikin sedih adalah koleksi burung tropisnya banyak berasal dari Indonesia, sayang Indonesia gapunya tempat kayak gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308618_2485930062135_1069148617_32751966_1273445434_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308618_2485930062135_1069148617_32751966_1273445434_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383831_2497008419087_1069148617_32755496_1938368925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383831_2497008419087_1069148617_32755496_1938368925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383831_2497008459088_1069148617_32755497_1336294792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383831_2497008459088_1069148617_32755497_1336294792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/376645_2486009424119_1069148617_32752002_1336585543_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/376645_2486009424119_1069148617_32752002_1336585543_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah sore kita lanjut ke City Hall. Di bawah city Hall ini ada ruangan besar tempat seniman pertunjukan berlatih, dari street dancer, ballet, modern dancer, dan banyak lagi. Tempat ini seru banget, dan gw dipaksa ikutan nari-nari disini yang langsung gw tolak mentah-mentah. Setelah ditraktir popcorn enak (Garret, you should try it!) kita naik ke atas yang ternyata lagi ada pertunjukan musik India kontemporer. karena pengen liat pertunjukan kita jalan mundur keluar City Hall (again, untung ga ada yang kenal). Kita lanjut jalan menikmati suasana sampe Marina Bay dan brakhir dengan nongkrong disitu nunggu pertunjukan lampu jam 8 malem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379799_2497104661493_1069148617_32755531_819018920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379799_2497104661493_1069148617_32755531_819018920_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316532_2497116661793_1069148617_32755539_827503423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="720" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316532_2497116661793_1069148617_32755539_827503423_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;View from marina Bay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kita makan seafood di foodcourt bernama "Makansutra", yang menurut kita mah jauh lebih enak HDL kemana-mana dan lanjut jalan ke Bugis street. Perjalanan malam itu kembali ditutup dengan pergi ke Clarke Quay untuk menikmati malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/390422_2497132662193_1069148617_32755548_943844612_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/390422_2497132662193_1069148617_32755548_943844612_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keesokan paginya kita sarapan dan menemukan cewek Perancis, cewek Belanda, serta cowok Irish yang super ganteng. Setelah check out, nitip tas di hostel (Derick baik banget), kita berangkat ke Sentosa Island. Nana heboh karena di TANGS lagi ada festival gajah dan jual patung-patung gajah artistik buatan seniman dari seluruh dunia dan gw sama Pepe asik liat-liat di National Geographic Store. Gw menemukan buku 100 Best Scared Places in The World, yang di dalamnya ada Macchu Picchu. Sungguh sayang gw udah ga ada duit. Di Sentosa kita cuman jalan-jalan ke pantai buatannya aja. Bersyukurlah Indonesia punya pantai yang sangat bagus, dan berbenahlah pemerintah untuk memfasilitasi turis seperti Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310480_2497162622942_1069148617_32755571_700050621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310480_2497162622942_1069148617_32755571_700050621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pantai Buatan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315737_2497180743395_1069148617_32755593_1996780560_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315737_2497180743395_1069148617_32755593_1996780560_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hokkaido Ice cream *drool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah capek jalan kita makan siang dan lanjut jalan di Takashimaya mencari coklat dan gw menemukan eskrim yang enak banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kita balik ke The Hives sambil nunggu jam 7 malem untuk berangkat ke Changi. Sambil nunggu kita kenalan sama bapak-bapak dari Indonesia yang ternyata mantan anak buah om gw (dunia sempit), dan 3 orang Afrika yang semangat banget ngajak kita ngobrol. Dari obrolan itu kita tahu bahwa mereka bertiga mau ke Indonesia untuk merintis karir di duni sepak bola. Setelah berpamitan pada Derick kita pun berangkat menuju Changi untuk pulang ke tanah air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malang tak dapat ditolak, ketika security melihat 2 anak membawa ransel penuh sedang menunggu temannya beli tiket maka kita menjadi orang yang mencurigakan sampe kita ditanya mau kemana dan dari mana. Tapi setelah buka 1 tas kita dia langsung nyuruh kita lanjut (yaiyalah tas isinya baju doang). Sesampainya di Changi ternyata pesawat kita delay sampe jam 11 malem. Emang susah jalan-jalan pake tiket murah, kalo ga dicepetin ya dilambatin. Di pesawat kita ngobrol sama ibu-ibu Cina yang cerita kalo dia suka traveling juga, bahkan dia udah ke Jerusalem. kewl, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we landed, I felt so sad because this trip was going to an end. We met a lot of people. We didn't stay in fancy hotels, we didn't eat an expensive foods, we even didn't make a good plan. But those crazy things, those silliness, those stupidity really make one hell of good memories. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nana &amp; Pepe.&lt;br /&gt;This story will remain in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;See you in another adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-737921073276013221?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/737921073276013221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-v-hell-yeah-we-are-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/737921073276013221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/737921073276013221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-v-hell-yeah-we-are-look.html' title='Great Grad Trip V end: Hell yeah! We are (look like) Singaporean'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3761743949988284552</id><published>2011-11-27T22:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:32:46.539+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Great Grad Trip IV: Sundress, Jeep, and Phuket Beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We woke up early today, because today is beaches time! We were so excited.&lt;/i&gt; Setelah siap-siap dan sarapan, dimana kita ketemu 2 backpacker lain dari Perancis yang mukanya mirip model Agyness Deyn, kita pesen mobil buat dipake hari ini, yang kata front office hostel paling mobilnya Soluna atau Corolla manual. Gw sama Nana langsung bilang, “AKH, CETEK!”. Namun alam semesta berkata lain, dimana semua mobil sudah disewa dan yang tersisa hanyalah satu mobil Jeep yang tanpa pikir panjang langsung kita ambil. &lt;i&gt;Let me get this straight here, Nana has a driving license, my driving license just got expired, and Pepe didn’t want to drive here. &lt;/i&gt;Yang berujung dengan keputusan kalo Nana capek akan gw gantikan dimana gw pegang SIM dan paspor Pepe, serta berharap mata polisi Thailand picek semua sehingga mengira gw adalah Pepe. Maka berangkatlah kita menuju Patong beach sesuai peta dan arahan yang diberikan Dear kemarin malam. Ternyata Jeep yang kita pinjam sejenis mobil &lt;b&gt;steering by power&lt;/b&gt; (bukan power steering), jalanan menuju pantai harus melewati bukit berliku, namun ini merupakan awal petualangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386709_2705372839278_1405474265_3039764_569675554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386709_2705372839278_1405474265_3039764_569675554_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time to Time Jeep: steering by power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Dear, &lt;i&gt;Patong beach&lt;/i&gt; tidak terlalu bagus tapi lebih ramai pengunjung dan lebih hip. Sesampainya di pantai, memang benar pantai ini sangat hip, ramai bule-bule berjemur dan main water sport,  tapi pantainya super biasa. Pantai ini termasuk pantai tenang yang jenis ombaknya bercanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388963_2485822859455_1069148617_32751899_728012232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/388963_2485822859455_1069148617_32751899_728012232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah puas main air (baca: kelaperan) kita makan McD dan melanjutkan perjalanan menuju Karon Beach. Pantai ini lebih sepi dari Patong, tapi lebih bagus, bersih, dan ombaknya besar. Singkat kata lebih seru buat main air. Gw dan Nana asik main ombak dan mengeluarkan suara aneh sampe 2 jam bareng segerombolan muda mudi bule yang diprediksi masih SMA-kuliah sedangkan anak gunung Pepe berjemur di pantai sambil dengerin iPod. Oh, hampir lupa! Pantai ini berisi banyak &lt;b&gt;Portu Amor&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;We really are getting used to it, btw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381671_2485825539522_1069148617_32751902_1899549840_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381671_2485825539522_1069148617_32751902_1899549840_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/377965_2485826579548_1069148617_32751903_2051338352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/377965_2485826579548_1069148617_32751903_2051338352_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah tangan keriput dan badan menggigil kedinginan, kita melanjutkan perjalanan ke Kata Beach. Pantai ini lebih sepi dari Karon Beach dan pasirnya lebih halus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383698_2485836979808_1069148617_32751915_778461048_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383698_2485836979808_1069148617_32751915_778461048_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/378065_10150413308507313_623457312_8279483_235080988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/378065_10150413308507313_623457312_8279483_235080988_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dari Kata Beach kita berencana ke Promthep Cape, yang kata Dear bagus banget buat liat sunset. Tapi karena kita tidak tahu seperti apa Promthep Cape, kita malah menemukan pantai kecil terpencil, berbatu, dan bagus yang gw ga inget namanya apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308597_10150413313112313_623457312_8279519_1467921482_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308597_10150413313112313_623457312_8279519_1467921482_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perjalanan dilanjutkan dalam pencarian Promthep Cape, yang akhirnya kita temukan setelah acara nyasar. Promthep Cape ini sejenis tebing yang menghadap ke laut dan terdapat tempat sembahyang, dimana orang-orang berdoa dan memberikan persembahan berupa miniatur gajah. Yak! Sudah dapat diprediksi sejak dini dimana Nana sangat heboh begitu melihat lautan patung gajah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390120_2485885861030_1069148617_32751937_106743933_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390120_2485885861030_1069148617_32751937_106743933_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308256_2485895221264_1069148617_32751943_145978949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="720" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308256_2485895221264_1069148617_32751943_145978949_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/374860_2485898101336_1069148617_32751945_7812326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/374860_2485898101336_1069148617_32751945_7812326_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Satu yang gw pelajari dari Phuket. Disini bebas biaya parkir, infrastruktur memadai, pantai bersih tanpa paksaan menyewa kursi berjemur, dan bebas pedagang asongan. Coba Indonesia berpikir seperti pemerintah Thailand, dimana keuntungan bisa diambil dari VISA negara, bukan hal remeh seperti biaya masuk pantai ataupun parkir liar. Turis datang ke suatu tempat untuk membuang uangnya, kalau mereka senang dan merasa aman serta nyaman, maka dia akan kembali lagi. Bahkan mempromosikan tempat tersebut secara tidak langsung, dan voila! VISA semakin banyak, sayang Indonesia masih belum berpikir sejauh itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya kita jalan-jalan di pasar malam Karon Beach Pasarnya seperti Gedebage, menjual macem-macem barang dari baju dalam, DVD bajakan, dupa, hingga lampion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381578_10150413359227313_623457312_8279802_895134026_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381578_10150413359227313_623457312_8279802_895134026_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah itu kita jalan-jalan dan cari makan malam di Patong Beach. Tempat ini memang sangat hip di malam hari. Semua ada, dari tempat makan, jual suvenir, bar, pub, sampai tempat penitipan suami (ini serius ada!). Setelah jalan-jalan menyusuri gang, kita menemukan pizzeria yang menarik hati (ini maksudnya murah). Setelah dikira orang Thailand oleh waitress, si pemilik pizzeria yang ternyata orang Italia asli (ganteng kalo kata Pepe) mengambil alih dan menjelaskan menunya kepada kita. Dengan 1Rp. 120.000,- kita dapet 1 pan pizza medium, 1 porsi besar pasta, garlic bread on the house, dan free cappucino. Sesampainya di Hostel kita langsung naik ke kamar karena objek &lt;i&gt;bully&lt;/i&gt; lagi gak jaga, selain itu kita belum &lt;i&gt;packing&lt;/i&gt; untuk berangkat ke Singapore besok pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya kita &lt;i&gt;check out&lt;/i&gt; jam 7 pagi, yang menandakan &lt;i&gt;front office&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; belum buka. Check out terunik yang kita lakukan adalah dengan menulis pesan di sehelai &lt;i&gt;tissue&lt;/i&gt;. Kedodolan terjadi saat gw meninggalkan peta di dalem sehingga kita harus berjalan keliling Phuket Town selama 1 jam sampai menemukan bus station. Flight jam 10 pagi dan kita berangkat dari station jam 8 pagi. Estimasi gw 45 menit sampe, karena pas naik taksi 30 menit. Ternyata bus tersebut tidak langsung menuju bandara melainkan keliling kota dulu. Jam 9.15 kita sampai bandara, lari-lari, buru-buru ke  imigrasi, check in jam 9.25 dan dimarahin mbaknya karena terlambat, dan berlari untuk &lt;i&gt;boarding&lt;/i&gt;, yang ternyata &lt;i&gt;gate&lt;/i&gt;-nya belom dibuka. Kampret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued: Great Grad Trip V: Hell yeah, We are (look like) Singaporean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3761743949988284552?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3761743949988284552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-iv-sundress-jeep-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3761743949988284552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3761743949988284552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-iv-sundress-jeep-and.html' title='Great Grad Trip IV: Sundress, Jeep, and Phuket Beaches'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6622082502092753382</id><published>2011-11-26T09:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:45:52.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>The One With Disappointment</title><content type='html'>When yesterday is a disappointment and today isn't better, &lt;br /&gt;remember there is always a tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;make it something to look forward to &lt;br /&gt;and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always knows what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6622082502092753382?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6622082502092753382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-with-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6622082502092753382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6622082502092753382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-with-disappointment.html' title='The One With Disappointment'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8929066830005904944</id><published>2011-11-24T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:25:13.769+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Great Grad Trip III: Awesomeness of Phuket Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/388158_2657999894984_1405474265_3021166_266513934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/388158_2657999894984_1405474265_3021166_266513934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are great story about Phuket. &lt;/i&gt;Kita sampai di airport jam 7 malem dan kita udah ketinggalan bus terakhir menuju Phuket Town. Waktu lagi cari taksi kita dibawa ke &lt;i&gt;Tour Agency&lt;/i&gt; yang nawarin paket keliling pulau kecil di Phuket, kayak &lt;i&gt;Phi phi island, James Bond Island&lt;/i&gt;, dll dan bilang kalo di Phuket Town ga ada apa-apa yang bisa dilihat, setelah itu ada &lt;i&gt;agency&lt;/i&gt; lain yang maksa kita naik minibus ketimbang taksi yang mengira kita orang Malaysia dan sok-sok kenal sambil ngomong bahasa melayu. (Sorry, Sir! Salah alamat!). Setelah dapet taksi, supirnya gabisa B. Inggris, maka bahasa tarzan kembali digunakan untuk menunjukkan tempat kita tinggal. &lt;i&gt;The thing is, the driver was such an arsehole, he drove like crazy (angkot style), and he was rambling all the way.&lt;/i&gt; Jalan menuju Phuket Town super sepi (kayak jalan dari Ngurah Rai-Nusa Dua), gelap, supir ngebut dan ngomel dalam bahasa cacing, Nana tidur, untung Pepe masih terjaga. Sebagai antisipasi gw udah pegang HP, liat jalan, liat peta cari no. polisi, berdoa, dan mengingat nomor polisi taksi. Doa terkabul, kita pun sampai dengan selamat ke &lt;b&gt;Sleep Sheep Hostel&lt;/b&gt; dengan selamat. Sesampainya disana kita disambut oleh front office berwujud laki-laki, berwajah bocah, bisa B. Inggris, ramah, bernama Peeraphat Singhon  dengan panggilan Dear (oke dia tokoh legendaris di cerita ini) dan menjadi sahabat kita (baca: orang yang kita &lt;i&gt;bully&lt;/i&gt;). Kita lega banget ada orang yang bisa diajak ngobrol di pulau antah berantah ini. Setelah bertanya tentang Phuket Town, apa yang bisa dilihat, dimakan, dilakukan disini (&lt;i&gt;really making him confused&lt;/i&gt;), kita berangkat jalan-jalan sambil cari makan. Phuket Town ini semacam kota tua atau China town, kota ini sangat tenang, santai, &lt;i&gt;peaceful&lt;/i&gt;, tempat yang sesuai setelah melewati hari penuh kehebohan di Pattaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/255038_1874883763311_1577720617_1766221_1154760_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" width="604" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/255038_1874883763311_1577720617_1766221_1154760_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ybs. korban Bully dan baik hati&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/391036_10150413513167313_623457312_8280235_819815653_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/391036_10150413513167313_623457312_8280235_819815653_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clock Tower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bilang kalo ada night market di daerah deket Robinson, yang gw kira semacam mal, dan tahukah saudara bahwa Robinson adalah Ramayana dept. store. Terdapat mcD, KFC, Black Canyon Coffee disini, tapi kita jalan terus mencari night market dan menemukan seruas jalan berisi tempat makan seafood. Sempet bingung karena mayoritas yang makan situ penduduk lokal, sampe akhirnya menemukan kios yang didatangi oleh bule yang menandakan bahwa kita bisa pesen makanan. Tak diduga waiter-nya berwujud seperti alay Indonesia dan sangat heboh ngajak ngobrol kita dan berulang kali bilang hot ke kita (salahkan Nana yang pesen Hot Thai Tea), sampe 2 pasang bule di sebelah ngeliatin.  Sambil nunggu pesenan ada bapak-bapak pake sorban yang langsung gw kejar buat nanyain lokasi mesjid dan jadwal solat Idul Adha besok pagi. Bapak pertama gabisa B. Inggris, memanggil bapak kedua yang menjelaskan lokasi mesjid, dan memanggil bapak ketiga yang merupakan imam untuk sembahyang besok dan memberitahu waktu sembahyang besok adalah jam 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310316_10150413526067313_623457312_8280290_1745279064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310316_10150413526067313_623457312_8280290_1745279064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keesokan harinya kita berangkat ke mesjid dengan celana jeans panjang, atasan rapi, dan pashmina. Kita sempet takut terlambat karena jalanan sepi banget dan gak ada takbiran, untung di ujung jalan kita melihat segerombolan mas-mas pake sarung dan ibu-ibu berkerudung bergegas menuju mesjid yang langsung kita ikutin. Keanehan mulai terjadi dimana semua orang ngeliatin kita, &lt;i&gt;I mean, everybody is literally staring at us.&lt;/i&gt; Kita bertiga bingungapakah kita kentara banget bukan penduduk lokal, karena dari kemarin kita selalu dikira orang Thailand ataupun orang Filipina. Setelah masuk ke dalam mesjid ternyata semua wanita pake kerudung dan dress to kill dan full make up. &lt;b&gt;We even saw a girl looked like Syahrini, with all the makeup, kaftan, and eyelashes.&lt;/b&gt; Setelah solat, begitu penceramah bicara (pake bahasa Thailand tentunya) semua orang langsung mulai ngobrol ribut banget. Sebelum ceramah selesai, beberapa orang udah mulai cabut dan Pepe pun mengajak kita cabut. Setelah berdiskusi bagaimana kita cabut tanpa diliatin semua orang, kita memutuskan untuk keluar mesjid dengan masih pake atasan mukena (Iya, semacam teteh-teteh pulang taraweh). Ternyata hal tersebut kurang berhasil karena semua orang masih ngeliatin kita, dan setelah 500 meter kita langsung membuka mukena di pinggir jalan (yang juga diliatin orang lewat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320811_2658025175616_1405474265_3021179_230501325_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320811_2658025175616_1405474265_3021179_230501325_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep Sheep Dorm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/385785_2485671535672_1069148617_32751816_1658323137_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/385785_2485671535672_1069148617_32751816_1658323137_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah sarapan di Hostel, kita berkeliling Phuket Town dengan jalan kaki. Perjalanan dimulai dengan mengunjungi tourist information dan mengetahui bahwa tuktuk disini tidak memiliki rute tertentu (semacam taksi). Lalu kita mendatangi taman di Talang Rd. yang merupakan hadiah ulang tahun buat Yang Mulia Ratu pada tahun 2004. Tamannya bersih, tidak ada pedagang kaki lima, tuna wisma, dan sampah, bahkan ada fasilitas wifi di sini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/393484_2485714296741_1069148617_32751848_1877880391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/393484_2485714296741_1069148617_32751848_1877880391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beres foto-foto kita menyusuri Talang Rd. yang sangat menarik. Di sepanjang jalan ini terdapat book café/ coffee corner, tempat yang sangat cozy untuk sekedar ngobrol, baca buku, ataupun sekedar menikmati suasana. Bangunan di sepanjang jalan ini berdesain arsitektur Cina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/313199_10150413717742313_623457312_8280849_89348315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/313199_10150413717742313_623457312_8280849_89348315_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tidak dapat membendung keinginan berfoto di depan bangunan dengan desain lucu, kita minta orang yang bertamu ke rumah itu untuk fotoin kita dan berbincang sedikit dengan dia sampai pemilik rumah keluar dan kebingungan kenapa ada 3 orang tidak dikenal ngobrol sama temennya di depan rumah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/297766_2658102097539_1405474265_3021232_1557316973_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" width="478" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/297766_2658102097539_1405474265_3021232_1557316973_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Belum sampai ujung jalan, turunlah hujan badai tropis dimana payung yang sudah kita pinjam dari hostel tidak lagi berguna, akhirnya kita berteduh di depan rumah orang sampai anak pemilik rumah keluar dan kebingungan menemukan 3 orang asing jongkok di teras rumah dia dan ketika gw bilang “Sorry, we’re just waiting for the rain to stop” dan dia bengong, jawab “yes”, terus masuk rumah lagi, jelas sudah dia ga ngerti apa yang gw omongin. Nasib. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379983_2485760137887_1069148617_32751863_2139305785_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379983_2485760137887_1069148617_32751863_2139305785_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Karena hujan tidak kunjung reda maka kita memutuskan untuk menerabas badai tersebut dan melanjutkan perjalanan. Di ujung jalan Dibuk Rd. kita mencium wangi makanan yang membuat perut keroncongan, ternyata disitu ada gerai makanan. Untungnya disana ada satu pelayan yang bisa B. Inggris, daftar menu 80% mengandung babi, untung ada tom yam seafood dan prawn spring roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308393_2485769218114_1069148617_32751867_1689520254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="720" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308393_2485769218114_1069148617_32751867_1689520254_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sungguh enak menyantap makanan panas setelah basah hujan-hujanan. Setelah perut kenyang kita melanjutkan jalan keliling kota dan membeli oleh-oleh di kios cindera mata deket Robinson. Banyak sekali tempat-tempat menarik di kota ini, banyak temple, bangunan tua, museum, dan taman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305138_2485762537947_1069148617_32751864_1025783173_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="720" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305138_2485762537947_1069148617_32751864_1025783173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317706_10150413739712313_623457312_8280920_143606593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317706_10150413739712313_623457312_8280920_143606593_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302534_2485789498621_1069148617_32751878_1375046179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="720" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302534_2485789498621_1069148617_32751878_1375046179_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;After an exhausting yet interesting day, we decided to came back early and having MAMA noodle as a dinner&lt;/i&gt; (mie ini ada loh di Bangkok Traffic Love Story). Sesampainya di hostel Dear nanya kenapa kita pulang cepet dan dia bilang ada reservasi dari Jakarta yang bakal dateng malem ini dan begitu tau ada kita, besoknya berencana join di dorm kita. Jam 8 malem si Pepe udah teller, gw sama Nana memutuskan untuk nonton DVD Hello Stranger di common room karena bosen. Pas kita turun ternyata Dear lagi nonton TV dan Nana nyuruh gw menyabotase TV buat nonton Hello Stranger.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Can we watch this DVD?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Oh yes, go ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Gw: But you’re watching TV, right? Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Oh, fine by me, I’ll just play with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: There must be an English subtitle right? &lt;br /&gt;Dear: I don’t know, I don’t think so (sambil ketawa-ketiwi)&lt;br /&gt;Gw+Nana: WOT?! Ah, that’s okay, you can translate the whole conversation to us.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Bengong dan kemungkinan besar merasa terjebak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berhasil nyalain DVD, si Dear berakhir dengan ikut nonton sambil ngasih tau &lt;i&gt;fun facts&lt;/i&gt; tentang film tersebut. Di tengah film, 2 cewek Jakarta yang tadi disebut Dear dateng dan mereka baru dari Singapore. Dunia sempit adalah ketika 2 cewek tersebut adalah teman dari kakak kelas kita di Jurusan, dan kita bertukar informasi tentang Singapore dan Thailand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what I like about backpacking, you meet other people and make some friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued: Sundress, Jeep, and Phuket Beaches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8929066830005904944?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8929066830005904944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-iii-awesomeness-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8929066830005904944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8929066830005904944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-iii-awesomeness-of.html' title='Great Grad Trip III: Awesomeness of Phuket Town'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7720005711203551303</id><published>2011-11-22T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:58:20.403+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltalpl9erj1r1sw2fo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" width="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltalpl9erj1r1sw2fo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Standing at the crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a game.&lt;br /&gt;There are always two directions. You have to choose which road you will take.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is not as simple as flipping a bloody coin.&lt;br /&gt;When you talk about future, this very point is your starting point.&lt;br /&gt;Some people said, "Talk to your elder, they'll know better."&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. They've choosed their path of life, yes indeed. But this is my life, my future. I should have known what I want.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment: I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7720005711203551303?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7720005711203551303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/crossroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7720005711203551303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7720005711203551303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/crossroad.html' title='crossroad'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6145690314108592265</id><published>2011-11-20T13:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:38:50.765+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>The Great Grad Trip II: Pattaya at Night</title><content type='html'>Setelah check out dari resort antah berantah kita ke downtown pake mobil milik resort yang lagi-lagi supirnya ga ngerti B. Inggris. Kita mencoba berkomunikasi dengan bahasa tarzan namun tidak berhasil, untung ada mas-mas yang berbaik hati membantu kita bilang ke supirnya tentang destinasi kita. Sesampainya di bus station kita ga langsung naik bus, tapi berencana ke &lt;i&gt;tourist information&lt;/i&gt; dulu yang berlokasi di depan &lt;i&gt;bus station&lt;/i&gt;. Ternyata mas-mas yang bantuin kita tadi manggil kita dan menjelaskan kalo dia &lt;i&gt;tour guide&lt;/i&gt; yang lagi libur hari itu dan habis ketemu temennya (bule ostrali pemilik Lake Mabprachan Resort), dan menawarkan nganterin kita keliling Pattaya dengan bayar Rp. 90.000,- yang langsung kita iyakan. Ternyata di mobil si mas gak sendirian, dia bareng mbak-mbak yang kita asumsikan pacarnya, atau paling tidak pada tahap PDKT kalau dilihat dari gerak-geriknya. &lt;i&gt;Okay, the three of us officially became a ‘kamcong’ &lt;/i&gt;(kambing conge) sepanjang perjalanan. Udah mah ga ngerti bahasanya, si mas sama mbak di &lt;i&gt;seat&lt;/i&gt; depan asik-asik ngobrol, dengan satu-satunya lagu yang diputar adalah &lt;i&gt;From The Bottom of My Broken Heart – Britney Spears&lt;/i&gt;. Kita diajak ke tempat naik gajah, ke pantai yang mirip Ancol tapi sepi dan bersih, dipaksa nginep di hotel temennya si mas yang kita tolak dengan alas an temen kita dari Indonesia bakal ke Bangkok malem ini dan janjian di airport, dan akhirnya ke pantai utama di Pattaya. Kita bertiga langsung terharu liat banyak bule dan turis lalu lalang, tempat makan bertebaran, dan tempat &lt;i&gt;cabaret show&lt;/i&gt; (show bencong) terbesar, singkat kata menemukan peradaban. Kita masuk ke mal paling besar disana (Central Festival) yang nyatu sama Hilton Hotel. Di lantai tertinggi mal ini ada balkon yang banyak digunakan orang untuk nongkrong dan menikmati pemandangan pantai. Beres makan KFC yang rasanya gak ke kanan gak ke kiri &lt;b&gt;(Lesson Learn 4: KFC in Thailand is not finger lickin’ good)&lt;/b&gt; kita minta dianter ke bus station supaya kita bisa jalan sendiri tanpa si mas, karena pada dasarnya kita bertiga gasuka pake guide atopun ikut tur. &lt;i&gt;Everything will be more interesting if we travel alone and do some stupid things, right? ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di bus station kita kembali menuju tourist information untuk menanyakan apa yang bisa kita liat di Bangkok dan tidak terendam banjir setelah kita menginap di airport malam ini. Ternyata Miss Pare bilang, &lt;i&gt;“You can’t go anywhere there, Bangkok is covered with water flood all over. Most of Bangkok people came to Pattaya”.&lt;/i&gt; Mak, kalo gini caranya kita harus nginep semalem lagi di Pattaya kalo gamau mati bosen di airport. Miss Pare ngasih kita pilihan hotel murah yang ada di pinggir pantai, tapi emang mental &lt;i&gt;backpackers &lt;/i&gt;kita nanya ada hostel murah ga di deket pantai, eh doi langsung panik dan bilang, &lt;i&gt;“ You girls don’t stay at hostel in Pattaya. I know you’re a good girls, it’s unsafe for you to stay at hostel!”&lt;/i&gt; Dan detik itu kita baru inget kalo Pattaya dikenal sebagai &lt;i&gt;sex industry, &lt;/i&gt;dan kembali terdengar suara tawa garing dari kita bertiga. Setelah reservasi hotel dan minum &lt;i&gt;cappuccino&lt;/i&gt; gratis, kita dianterin ke tuktuk menuju hotel. Udah kebayang kasur empuk, mandi air panas, dan breakfast buffet keesokan harinya, tapi hidup tak semudah itu kawan! Karena kita ga turun di tempat yang tepat, jadi kita harus jalan balik sekitar 4 km menuju hotel. Beres istirahat, nonton 2012, mandi, akhirnya petualangan kita dimulai.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382274_2652332473302_1405474265_3019213_323344851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382274_2652332473302_1405474265_3019213_323344851_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Begitu keluar hotel kita langsung diberikan pemandangan bule paruh baya-kakek-gendut menggandeng cewek lokal usia 20an &lt;i&gt;(Lesson learn 5: Don’t you come to Pattaya if you’ll offended with an old guy kissing a young girl everywhere)&lt;/i&gt;. Gw gatau apakah protokol bar-bar seronok disini pake lampu warna pink, tapi nampak semua bar tersebut bernuansa pink, jadi gampang banget dibedain. Kita balik ke &lt;i&gt;Central Festival mall&lt;/i&gt; yang desainnya bagus banget di malem hari, ada air mancur, pohon natal raksasa, permainan lampu yang bagus, dan patung artistik. Di sepanjang jalan banyak banget pedagang kaki lima bertebaran dari jualan &lt;i&gt;banana pancake, &lt;/i&gt;sate-satean,&lt;i&gt; orange juice, seafood, &lt;/i&gt;kebab, sampe gorengan yang isinya mencurigakan. Bahkan banyak pedagang baju keliling yang bawa-bawa manekin di kedua tangannya, &lt;i&gt;very interesting&lt;/i&gt;. Tak kuasa menahan hasrat jajan kita pun beli &lt;i&gt;banana pancake &lt;/i&gt;dari pedagang muslim dan nyaris salah memilih daging sate (tapi tenang saja kita masih istiqamah menghindari babi) dan duduk di depan 7 eleven. Kita mengurungkan diri untuk nongkrong di &lt;i&gt;Pedestrian Walk &lt;/i&gt;karena di setiap pohon dan bangku ada &lt;i&gt;hooker &lt;/i&gt;yang mangkal. Sungguh pemandangan luar biasa apabila kalian menghitung jumlah pohon di sepanjang jalan = jumlah &lt;i&gt;hooker &lt;/i&gt;yang mangkal. Di jalan pulang kita lebih banyak melihat pemandangan aneh, seperti di pinggir jalan ada panggung kecil dimana bibi-bibi berbaju seksi nyanyi dan joget-joget diiringi lagu yang mirip dangdut (kita menyebutnya dangdut Thailand) dengan bule-bule teler ikutan joget di sekelilingnya, encun manggil bule-bule muda dengan sebutan “baby” yang membuat bulu kuduk merinding, dan beberapa pemandangan seronok di bar-bar berwarna pink. Kita bertiga cuma bisa bengong bego liat beginian sambil berpikir, gila juga yah nih kota kagak ada sopan-sopannya kalo malem. Sesampainya di hotel kita nonton Pemilihan Ratu Banci Internasional 2011 yang diselenggarakan di Pattaya malam itu. Gila, ndro! Bencong-bencong Filipina cantiknya ngalahin wanita sebenarnya! Sambil makan malem roti, kita ngomentarin semua finalis, dan yang bikin kita teriak adalah finalis terakhir: Dewi Fortuna from Indonesia. MEN! GILA BENER BENCONG INDONESIA GOES INTERNATIONAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302939_10150413485727313_623457312_8280089_1459383492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="641" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302939_10150413485727313_623457312_8280089_1459383492_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/382220_10150413485937313_623457312_8280090_1325031022_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/382220_10150413485937313_623457312_8280090_1325031022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304130_10150413488472313_623457312_8280112_408186928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="960" width="641" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304130_10150413488472313_623457312_8280112_408186928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379987_10150413492172313_623457312_8280137_1111220256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379987_10150413492172313_623457312_8280137_1111220256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/318692_10150413494222313_623457312_8280149_1275437850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/318692_10150413494222313_623457312_8280149_1275437850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paginya, setelah merampok buffet breakfast hotel kita jalan menyusuri garis pantai. Pantainya sih kayak Pangandaran yah, ga bagus-bagus amat, tapi yang pasti pemerintahan Thailand tau gimana caranya supaya turis datang ke  Negara mereka, yaitu keteraturan. Pedestrian Walk di pinggir pantai bener-bener digunakan untuk jalan santai, jogging, dan nongkrong. Indonesia bener-bener harus belajar dari badan pariwisata Thailand. Siangnya kita balik ke bus station untuk kembali ke airport di Bangkok. Tidak selancar yang diharapkan, kita kembali salah naik tuktuk dan nyasar ke pasar kota. Setelah bertanya sama mbak-mbak pinggir jalan akhirnya kita sampai ke bus station dan kembali ke Bangkok untuk perjalanan berikutnya: Phuket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/386134_2485646735052_1069148617_32751800_1721685514_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/386134_2485646735052_1069148617_32751800_1721685514_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/298859_2485648095086_1069148617_32751801_480830570_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/298859_2485648095086_1069148617_32751801_480830570_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To be continued: Awesomeness of Phuket Town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6145690314108592265?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6145690314108592265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-ii-pattaya-at-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6145690314108592265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6145690314108592265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-grad-trip-ii-pattaya-at-night.html' title='The Great Grad Trip II: Pattaya at Night'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8521774786577516938</id><published>2011-11-19T21:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:50:05.997+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>The Graduation Trip Part 1: Long way to Pattaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ola!&lt;/i&gt; After the graduation ceremony, me and my friends (Nana and Pepe) went on a trip. A really short but remarkable trip. Here are the story ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already bought an airplane tickets Jakarta-Singapore-Bangkok-Phuket-Singapore-Jakarta and all of the hostel reservations from Indonesia. Permasalahan pertama muncul ketika Bangkok mengalami banjir bandang yang memaksa kita untuk merubah rencana awal. Setelah gagal re-route destinasi(&lt;b&gt;Lesson learn 1: jangan pernah re-route kalo pake maskapai low budget, karena biaya tambahannya ga masuk akal walopun udah ada travel warning&lt;/b&gt;), akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk tidak tinggal di Bangkok dan lanjut ke Pattaya begitu sampai. Karena belom tau harus nginep dimana, kita searching di internet dan menemukan resort murah di Pattaya dengan tempat yang lumayan bagus dan berdasarkan google map hanya 4km dari bus station, singkat kata langsung kita booking untuk 2 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari keberangkatan adalah tanggal 3 November 2011 dengan flight yang jadwalnya dimajukan seenak jidat oleh maskapai terkait jadi jam 7 pagi, itu tandanya gw harus berangkat dari Bandung jam 2 pagi. Flight Jakarta-Singapore tergolong lancar, walaupun cobaannya adalah pada flight ini banyak bocah bertebaran yang menyebabkan kericuhan selama perjalanan, dari anak nangis, ngoceh, sampe lari-lari di lorong. Untunglah kita bertiga diberi ketabahan dalam menghadapi kumpul bocah tersebut dan tidak ada insiden berarti selama perjalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/373847_10150413473097313_623457312_8280005_1037957396_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" width="180" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/373847_10150413473097313_623457312_8280005_1037957396_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311369_10150413478257313_623457312_8280043_389554594_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311369_10150413478257313_623457312_8280043_389554594_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesampainya di Changi kita langsung cari makan pagi+siang (bahasa kerennya brunch), dimana pilihan jatuh pada &lt;i&gt;junk food&lt;/i&gt; dengan menu sarapan terenak (Burger King). Sambil makan kita merencanakan apa yang akan dilakukan selama 7 jam di airport, menunggu &lt;i&gt;flight&lt;/i&gt; selanjutnya jam 5 sore. Untung airport ini di-desain sangat keren dan nyaman dimana kita bisa internetan &amp; telfon lokal gratis, nonton TV, tiduran, &lt;i&gt;photo booth, movie theater, xbox-wii corner&lt;/i&gt;,  banyak pilihan makanan, toko buku, sampe taman. Bayangkanlah apabila anda harus menunggu 7 jam di Soekarno Hatta, saya yakin anda akan berusaha bunuh diri karena infrastruktur dan fasilitas yang sangat minim. Tak diduga tak dikira flight kita delay karena cuaca buruk jadi jam 6.30 yang apabila kita perhitungkan kita akan baru sampe Pattaya jam 11 malam. Flight Singapore-Bangkok malam itu cukup seru dengan banyaknya &lt;b&gt;turbulensi, sekumpulan lelaki melambai bawel menggunakan bando warna pink dan nyanyian pramugari&lt;/b&gt;! Gw ulang: PRAMUGARI-NYA NYANYI BUAT BANGUNIN WAKTU MAKAN AJA LOH! Belom sampe Thailand gw udah bengong sama kelakuan orang-orang sana. Sesampainya di International Airport Bangkok kita lari-lari seperti anak gila ngejar bus ke Pattaya, yang ternyata bisnya baru akan berangkat 1 jam lagi. &lt;i&gt;Great!&lt;/i&gt; Sambil nunggu kita makan di kantin karyawan airport dengan harga hanya Rp. 12.000,-. Makanan yang di-display terlihat begitu menggoda, daging-daging bertebaran. Untung kita tidak gegabah memesan tanpa berpikir karena semua daging cantik tersebut adalah babi sodara-sodari (elus dada, langsung menuju booth chicken hainan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390237_10150413481382313_623457312_8280069_2087313056_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="641" width="960" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390237_10150413481382313_623457312_8280069_2087313056_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320682_2652294192345_1405474265_3019193_2079816490_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320682_2652294192345_1405474265_3019193_2079816490_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah masuk bus, mayoritas penumpangnya adalah bule laki paruh baya. &lt;i&gt;Seat&lt;/i&gt; sebelah kita ditempati oleh pria paruh baya berasal dari timur tengah dan ngajak kita ngobrol, awalnya kita tanggepin dengan baik tapi lama-lama om itu nanya-nanya &lt;i&gt;where will you stay at Pattaya, Do you have any friends there, How much money you take, you can share a taxi with me to get to your hotel, bla bla bla, and he started to touch Nana’s hand. IT WAS SO CREEPY! &lt;/i&gt;Jadi gw sama Nana sok asik berdua ngobrol pake bahasa Indonesia dan ketawa garing,&lt;i&gt; try to get rid that creepy guy. &lt;/i&gt;Waktu menunjukkan pukul 12.00 malam ketika kita sampai di bus station Pattaya. Sambil berusaha kabur dari om-om mengerikan kita masuk ke minimarket sambil nanya arah menuju resort. Good news: om tersebut sudah naik ojek, bad news: ga ada yang bisa B. Inggris disini. MATIK. &lt;b&gt;(Lesson Learn 2: BRING DICTIONARY!)&lt;/b&gt; Akhirnya kita menggunakan bahasa universal, bukan musik tentunya, tapi bahasa tarzan alias &lt;i&gt;body language. &lt;/i&gt;Kita tunjukin alamat Lake Mabprachan Resort yang ditulis pake bahasa cacing, si mbak manggut-manggut tanda mengerti dan dia bilang, &lt;i&gt;“OH! Mabprachan! It’s far from here!”, &lt;/i&gt;lalu dia memanggil temennya yang ternyata supir tuktuk. Si mas supir bernama Moang (idk if it’s his right name or not, but it sounds like that) berbaik hati nelponin resortnya terus ngasihin HP-nya ke kita, orang sana bilang kita naik tuk tuk aja nanti ada yang nunggu di depan resort. Karena masih penasaran sejauh apa resort ini, Nana nanya, &lt;i&gt;“Can we walk instead?”&lt;/i&gt; yang langsung disambut dengan jawaban panik, &lt;i&gt;“NOT AT ALL! DON’T DO THAT!” &lt;/i&gt;Akhirnya kita dianter Moang ke resort, yang ternyata jaraknya sekitar 15 km &lt;b&gt;(Lesson learn 3: DON'T TRUST GOOGLE MAP)&lt;/b&gt; dan super sepi. Kita bertiga udah ga ada daya upaya buat bête, yang ada cuman ketawa histeris, menertawakan keadaan ini: 3 cewek, Tengah malam, negeri antah berantah, gak ngerti bahasanya, badan capek, naik tuktuk, menuju resort yang entah dimana keberadaannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/320682_2652294392350_1405474265_3019196_439337899_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" width="640" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/320682_2652294392350_1405474265_3019196_439337899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317395_2485640134887_1069148617_32751795_506090393_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317395_2485640134887_1069148617_32751795_506090393_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379029_2484132017185_1069148617_32751339_517688970_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="180" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379029_2484132017185_1069148617_32751339_517688970_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesampainya di resort dan berterimakasih pada Moang yang tentu saja tidak mengerti B. Inggris, kita masuk ke resort setelah dibukakan pintu oleh 2 mbak-mbak penjaga yang juga tidak mengerti B. Inggris, terdapat perbedaan yang sangat mencolok dari gambar di internet dan kenyataan. &lt;i&gt;The resort is not bad, with the pool, bar, etc. The thing is, it’s so quiet, and there are a lot of celebrities painted on its walls. When I said a lot, it include Shirtless Robbie Williams, Ronaldinho (wtf), Elvis Presley, Jodie Foster covered with towel, and more.&lt;/i&gt; Kita shock maksimal. Begitu sampai kamar kita langsung nyalain TV yang isinya bahasa planet semua, kesulitan mengunci pintu namun berhasil pada akhirnya, dan tidur pulas. Keesokan paginya kita berusaha ngomong sama penjaga bar dan front office yang ternyata gabisa B. Inggris juga. Berusaha mencari hiburan di luar resort, yang ada hanya panas terik matahari dan anjing bertebaran, akhirnya kita kembali ke resort dan berenang untuk menenangkan jiwa raga. Kita merasa desperate dan habis akal sampai nanyain tamu resort yang lagi jemur pakaian. &lt;i&gt;Thank God she can speak English and she helped us talking to front office.&lt;/i&gt; Dari informasi yang kita terima dari ibu baik hati itu, dia pengungsi dari Bangkok, tidak ada apa-apa di Lake Mabprachan karena ini tempat plesir, dan kalau bisa sampai sini sebelum gelap karena daerah sini sangat sepi dimana kita bertiga hanya saling bertukar pandang dan ketawa garing menanggapi informasi tersebut. Setelah  itu kita memutuskan untuk check out dari situ dan mencari penginapan di downtown Pattaya atau langsung cabut Bangkok dan tidur di airport. Iyak, semacam film The Terminals.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8521774786577516938?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8521774786577516938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduation-trip-part-1-long-way-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8521774786577516938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8521774786577516938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduation-trip-part-1-long-way-to.html' title='The Graduation Trip Part 1: Long way to Pattaya'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6020711942898152586</id><published>2011-11-14T22:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:11:34.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>The Gradiation: Today is Mine</title><content type='html'>Oke, postingan ini basi banget karena telat 2 minggu dimana hari wisuda ITB diadakan tanggal 29 Oktober 2011. Tapi kurang lengkap rasanya kalau gw ga menulis tentang hari bersejarah ini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9odQx-nEZo/Tr_ecg9kLbI/AAAAAAAAASU/W7LL34QcHFM/s1600/300489_2458382573450_1068696531_2826062_287533686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9odQx-nEZo/Tr_ecg9kLbI/AAAAAAAAASU/W7LL34QcHFM/s320/300489_2458382573450_1068696531_2826062_287533686_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari wisuda ITB sangat berbeda dengan wisuda universitas lain, gw sangat yakin akan hal ini. Wisuda ITB sangat istimewa karena hari ini adalah hari dimana wisudawan dan wisudawati yang berhasil melewati tahun-tahun penuh siksaan dan derita menjadi raja dan ratu sehari penuh. Hari ini gw tidak lagi menjadi massa kampus yang terbawa &lt;i&gt;euphoria&lt;/i&gt; kebahagiaan wisuda, tapi akhirnya gw jadi orang yang diwisuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang ditunggu pun tiba, kebaya sudah siap dikenakan, toga sudah diambil, salon sudah direservasi, dan gw harus memulai hari dengan bangun pukul 3 pagi untuk bersiap-siap. Begitu sampai SABUGA bulu kuduk gw merinding dan gw berpikir, &lt;i&gt;"This is it, my very last day as an undergraduate student"&lt;/i&gt;. Rasa sedih itu bercampur dengan rasa bangga, gembira, dan syukur yang tiada tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCivMRd7xsQ/TsHFtnrA4OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ds6sbEdEZNc/s1600/IMG-20111029-00055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCivMRd7xsQ/TsHFtnrA4OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ds6sbEdEZNc/s320/IMG-20111029-00055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV2IJiPMoPQ/TsE9hRlwAUI/AAAAAAAAASs/pDzWOvyJAVg/s1600/312075_2247739271920_1201325958_1938130_812897257_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV2IJiPMoPQ/TsE9hRlwAUI/AAAAAAAAASs/pDzWOvyJAVg/s320/312075_2247739271920_1201325958_1938130_812897257_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion thanks to all of my generous friends who sent me a congratulation messages, beautiful flowers, and especially who came to my grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated this graduation as a birthday present to my dad who was having a birthday on October 31st :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acsxdXrD2Z0/TsE61EsWf6I/AAAAAAAAASg/SG1DJMGRn2g/s1600/393473_2247531186718_1720690990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acsxdXrD2Z0/TsE61EsWf6I/AAAAAAAAASg/SG1DJMGRn2g/s320/393473_2247531186718_1720690990_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andriani Oktadianti, S.Si&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6020711942898152586?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6020711942898152586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/gradiation-today-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6020711942898152586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6020711942898152586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/11/gradiation-today-is-mine.html' title='The Gradiation: Today is Mine'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9odQx-nEZo/Tr_ecg9kLbI/AAAAAAAAASU/W7LL34QcHFM/s72-c/300489_2458382573450_1068696531_2826062_287533686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7882032810255412271</id><published>2011-10-18T08:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:16:26.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When time is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Even the time itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“The world kept moving on, I alone, was at a stand still.” -Haruki Murakami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7882032810255412271?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7882032810255412271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-time-is-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7882032810255412271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7882032810255412271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-time-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6921381170691566303</id><published>2011-10-17T22:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:11:30.098+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Graduation Goggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;-A feeling when someone is about to part with something that they thoroughly detested, such as her experience with high school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that everybody in this world have felt something like this. Every time I’m about to leave some experiences, activities, schools, projects, dorms, or even people I do not really like I always feel sad about it. It is not because I’m actually like it, but the sad feeling because you will never see this place or people again. You will never do such thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The point is you can't trust graduation goggles. They are just as misleading as beer goggles, bridesmaid goggles and that's just a bulky outdated cell phone in his front pocket goggles." - Robin, The Exploding Meatball Sub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6921381170691566303?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6921381170691566303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/graduation-goggles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6921381170691566303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6921381170691566303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/graduation-goggles.html' title='Graduation Goggles'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4232372036844067901</id><published>2011-10-11T22:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:31:38.012+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>The One With Finding The Answer</title><content type='html'>She goes to an island. Where there is no internet connection, limited phone signal, limited electricity, and no one knew her. She wears a loose T-Shirt, a short, and a slippers. She brings an iPod, a cellphone, a sunglasses, a Gaiman's novel, and some cash. It is all in her backpack. She takes an earliest ship to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just an average girl. She is not pretty, ain't that smart, loves to read, has no boyfriend, and surrounded with some good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to an island. To clear her mind. Leaving her chaotic life behind just for a couple of days. She is not running away. Just shushing down her loud mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels tired. There is nothing can make her excited recently. She is having a wistful thinking. Too many '&lt;i&gt;what if's&lt;/i&gt;' on her mind. She is about to finish her study, but still doesn't know what she really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to an island. She lays on the beach. Feels the sun burnt on her face. She is keep laying. With her headphones on her ears and book on her hands. Still looking for an answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, she doesn't know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she realizes that life is always about making decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Whether good or bad. Right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pramuka Island, July 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4232372036844067901?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4232372036844067901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-with-finding-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4232372036844067901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4232372036844067901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-with-finding-answer.html' title='The One With Finding The Answer'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1818595723780243594</id><published>2011-10-07T09:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:49:05.357+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>end of the phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;1st year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang ke kampus dengan mental anak SMA tukang main.&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu teman lama. Berkenalan dengan wajah baru.&lt;br /&gt;Menghadapi realita bahwa semua orang pintar ada di sini.&lt;br /&gt;TPB yang disebut-sebut Tahap Paling Bahagia terasa seperti neraka.&lt;br /&gt;Kimia menjadi topik yang menyebalkan, dan fisika menjadi sesuatu yang lebih seru.&lt;br /&gt;Turun 10 kg karenanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But hey! I survived!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhasil masuk jurusan pilihan pertama.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kumpulan orang brilian dan jauh lebih cerdas.&lt;br /&gt;Tertekan. Merasa anak tukang main ini salah tempat.&lt;br /&gt;Lingkungan memaksa supaya otak bekerja lebih keras, tenaga diperas.&lt;br /&gt;Singkat kata, seperti sapi perah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank God I met a very good friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3rd year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun yang penuh cerita.&lt;br /&gt;Tugas, ujian, laporan datang silih berganti.&lt;br /&gt;Untunglah akhir semester ganjil sempat berlibur ke Bali.&lt;br /&gt;Ekskursi bersama manusia hebat Mikrobiologi 07 ke Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;Mengadakan acara besar; Fermentstation.&lt;br /&gt;Berlanjut pada liburan semester genap yang berarti Kerja Praktek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great experiences happened this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4th year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most tiring year I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;But I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Tugas Akhir yang rasanya tidak kunjung berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Seminar.&lt;br /&gt;Skripsi.&lt;br /&gt;Sidang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is all over.&lt;br /&gt;Hello real life, hello wild world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to face you.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1818595723780243594?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1818595723780243594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-phase.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1818595723780243594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1818595723780243594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-phase.html' title='end of the phase'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-342402435454237667</id><published>2011-09-20T23:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:34:37.527+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>bookworm.</title><content type='html'>Everybody know that I'm a bookworm. Okay, not literally everybody, but people who know me. My friends always say that I will be happy as I can be if everybody give me a new book as a present. I still have an Enid Blyton's collections such as Famous Five and Secret Seven Society. I still keep my Asterix and Tintin comics which I collected since I was on elementary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that throwing away and destroying a book in what-so-ever way is an unforgivable crime. I remember I got very angry to my friend on elementary school because she spilled her orange juice to my book when she borrowed it. I refused to talked to my other friend on junior high because she lost my book. I even got angry to my sister if she read my book with disrespect, I mean like folding the tip of the paper, handle it with just one hand, read it while eat something wattery, etc. You call me a nerd, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hunting a second hand book with a cheap price and good condition. It gives me a great satisfaction. When I was on highschool, I always had a lot of time to go to palasari, bookfairs, or just scanning an interesting books on Reading Lights.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest dream beside go to UK and Machu Picchu and have a dark blue VW new beetle is having a room full of books.&lt;b&gt; Bloody library&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt; In my own house&lt;/b&gt;. It doesn't have to be superbig, all I want is a cozy place to read and I'm surrounded with bunch of books. Is that too much to ask? &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lppzqmqmRJ1qb62c4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="644" width="495" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lppzqmqmRJ1qb62c4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I really love to read Neil Gaiman's story. My friend, Kasha, suggested me to read one of his short story on Fragile Things and I just loved it. He's a brilliant author. I already have The Graveyard Book, Coraline, Stardust, M for Magic, Fragile Things, Neverwhere, and Anansi Boys. But I am craving for Good Omens. I have been looking for the english version of this book in every bookstores in Jakarta and Bandung (Kinokuniya, Times, Periplus, Aksara, Gramedia) but still no luck. I really wish I can find the book, because if I like the story I kinda have to own it. Silly me.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culch.ie/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Neil-Gaiman-Library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" width="500" src="http://www.culch.ie/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Neil-Gaiman-Library.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at Mr. Gaiman's Library! Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a cup of tea and a good book always made my day.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-342402435454237667?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/342402435454237667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookworm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/342402435454237667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/342402435454237667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookworm.html' title='bookworm.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7025111187097415758</id><published>2011-09-19T22:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:07:33.936+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>there are 2 more 'S's</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;3S: Seminar, Skripsi, Sidang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished my seminar for my thesis today. It was so exhausting. With all the preparation, sleepless nights, bunch of journals, finding the reason about the enzymes and the fungi and the coal and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to revise my thesis and do my trial thesis. But at least I have done my first 'S' with a good result, at least according to my advisor and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so blessed today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because I can answer the question from the evaluator, but also I have a very good circle of friends who are standing next to me to face this seminar. They're depriving my anxiety. They're giving a strength I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zillion thanks to:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBARA (bastian, ike, aep, reni)&lt;br /&gt;microbabes (Jara, Nana, Desy, Amel, Kasha)&lt;br /&gt;biobabes (Pepe, Wina, Hanna, Siput, Finda, Nungky)&lt;br /&gt;microbiology 07 (esp. Venes, Fida, Yosay, Mei, Celi, Aldina, Astri)&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, my super bestie Handayani Tritama for coming all the way to see my seminar from her far-away home, eventhough she was extremely late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so relieved. I'm so happy. I can sleep with no worries, at least for tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7025111187097415758?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7025111187097415758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-are-2-more-ss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7025111187097415758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7025111187097415758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-are-2-more-ss.html' title='there are 2 more &apos;S&apos;s'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1338198016296657680</id><published>2011-09-05T22:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:47:53.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>finishing the unfinished business</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;I miss you&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's okay that you could just ignore me for the entire summer and all of sudden you're thinking about me and telling something pointless. That's cool, I don't miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1338198016296657680?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1338198016296657680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/finishing-unfinished-business.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1338198016296657680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1338198016296657680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/09/finishing-unfinished-business.html' title='finishing the unfinished business'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6589928953940692862</id><published>2011-08-30T10:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:01:54.717+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>Sungguh aneh negara ini. Terlalu banyak sidang tanpa ada keputusan pasti dan jelas.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aneh negara ini. Para petinggi berlomba supaya terlihat 'bekerja' tanpa hasil konkret.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aneh negara ini. Pemerintah asal bicara tanpa tahu realita.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aneh negara ini. Wakil rakyat sudah habis dirutuki karena tidak bosan menuntut kenaikan gaji yang sudah tinggi tapi tetap saja korupsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sulit untuk mencintai negara ini. Dengan semua permasalahan di dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak ada salahnya mencoba. Kalau tidak ada yang cinta Indonesia maka masalah-masalah di atas tidak akan pernah selesai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6589928953940692862?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6589928953940692862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/weird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6589928953940692862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6589928953940692862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8453967157408235573</id><published>2011-08-15T22:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:34:52.451+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>just saying</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not a quitter. &lt;br /&gt;I got irritated easily, recently.&lt;br /&gt;But, hell no! I don't need an anger management.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll finish what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;This is reality. It's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8453967157408235573?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8453967157408235573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8453967157408235573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8453967157408235573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-saying.html' title='just saying'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2042454664119311516</id><published>2011-08-07T22:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:59:31.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>The Last One</title><content type='html'>Holla, tomorrow's the first day of new semester in my college, but I've done all my class and I've complete all the credits. So, instead of looking for tomorrow's schedule which I usually asked the day before the first day to my studious friends I'm just blogging. Hey, I don't have to wake up early because I have no class to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me a wistful thinking, somehow. I've been studying for 4 years and this is gonna be my last semester (oh God I'm begging you!). I'm gonna miss working on stacks of project reports, skipping on morning class, waking up early just because I don't want to be late, goofing around with friends before class, and those sleepless nights when we're preparing for the bloody exams. What make me feel sad the most is: I can't meet my friend everyday like we used to in the last wonderful 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, all I have to do tomorrow is doing my final report at home. &lt;br /&gt;Try to live in the moment, because we surely cannot turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2042454664119311516?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2042454664119311516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2042454664119311516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2042454664119311516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-one.html' title='The Last One'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1898369760524880283</id><published>2011-08-02T11:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:46:14.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>summer vacation in the middle of chaotic life</title><content type='html'>I've done my wet lab for final project, I got the data, I was doing my final report when my laptop just crashed last week and the draft has to be collected this Thursday. So, instead of freaked out and stressed out, I accompanied my friends, &lt;b&gt;Wina and Nungky&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Pramuka Island&lt;/i&gt;, as I promised, when they're sampling some &lt;i&gt;anemone&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;bio rock&lt;/i&gt; for their final project. It means &lt;b&gt;beach, sea, snorkel, sunshine, vacation, and having some fun before i get doomed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wina, Nungky, Abam, Dea, and Praba went to &lt;i&gt;Jakarta&lt;/i&gt; after Jara's Birthday dinner. We arrived at Nungky's after midnight, but we didn't go to bed straight away, we stayed up and talked and laughed until all of us couldn't open our eyes. After 2 hours sleep we felt like zombies, but we have to go to &lt;i&gt;Angke&lt;/i&gt; as fast as we could because the boat which took us to &lt;i&gt;Pramuka Island&lt;/i&gt; will be departed at 7 in the morning. We need two and a half hours in the sea until we arrived at &lt;b&gt;Pramuka Island&lt;/b&gt; and one of us just throw up into the sea (no mention :p). At first I thought that Pramuka Island is a very small Island and we have to camp there, but I was wrong because there are a big mosque, schools, library, government office, even hospital. Too bad that the electricity only present at night and it was so hot at noon! I can't help it, I'm a mountain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought a-lunch-to-go (read: Nasi bungkus padang), the story begin. we went to small island for lunch, of course by small wood boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vfH6EkHHA0/TjdwcNrpX6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mJfmsA0NmhM/s1600/253270_10150265971579401_745389400_7595306_5472014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vfH6EkHHA0/TjdwcNrpX6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mJfmsA0NmhM/s320/253270_10150265971579401_745389400_7595306_5472014_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I jumped into the sea I felt so happy, all of my friends laughed at me and called me little kiddo, they said that I looked so happy and enthusiastic. Hey, what can I say! I've trapped inside the microbiology laboratory for 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFJcSuru8-A/TjdyR9_XTYI/AAAAAAAAARE/cAr96aPz7rA/s1600/250377_10150265951469401_745389400_7594995_3520674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFJcSuru8-A/TjdyR9_XTYI/AAAAAAAAARE/cAr96aPz7rA/s320/250377_10150265951469401_745389400_7594995_3520674_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went snorkeling until we were tired. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that the last time I snorkel was summer vacation 2 years ago. That's the reason why I was super excited. There are a lot of beautiful fish with bright colors and the coral is fine (coral at Amed are much more beautiful). We surveyed the site where Wina and Nungky were going to sampling. After snorkeling, we went to &lt;i&gt;Semak Daun Island&lt;/i&gt; to see the sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FACyhqGkuXA/Tjd1v3J1HwI/AAAAAAAAARs/omwBzBv3KWQ/s1600/262450_10150265964289401_745389400_7595225_6597702_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FACyhqGkuXA/Tjd1v3J1HwI/AAAAAAAAARs/omwBzBv3KWQ/s320/262450_10150265964289401_745389400_7595225_6597702_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I9_pHTPEdI/Tjd1vfnTXRI/AAAAAAAAARM/d_QnsS4Y3nQ/s1600/205996_10150265962859401_745389400_7595197_2092803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I9_pHTPEdI/Tjd1vfnTXRI/AAAAAAAAARM/d_QnsS4Y3nQ/s320/205996_10150265962859401_745389400_7595197_2092803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5qKxdOooPw/Tjd1vm31PeI/AAAAAAAAARU/6HGhy38MNNI/s1600/254610_10150265972344401_745389400_7595320_4305345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5qKxdOooPw/Tjd1vm31PeI/AAAAAAAAARU/6HGhy38MNNI/s320/254610_10150265972344401_745389400_7595320_4305345_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRTnDt_31GY/Tjd1vuH-PUI/AAAAAAAAARc/74js-VHWx6Y/s1600/267297_10150265963524401_745389400_7595206_387531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRTnDt_31GY/Tjd1vuH-PUI/AAAAAAAAARc/74js-VHWx6Y/s320/267297_10150265963524401_745389400_7595206_387531_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw4ybIL1R5o/Tjd1v4dellI/AAAAAAAAARk/dUdK0-LHbjg/s1600/281350_10150265973834401_745389400_7595350_86982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw4ybIL1R5o/Tjd1v4dellI/AAAAAAAAARk/dUdK0-LHbjg/s320/281350_10150265973834401_745389400_7595350_86982_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad on the first night I caught a cold. I felt so miserable and I don't want to be left behind alone in the guesthouse tomorrow. I still want to snorkeling! So I drank a hot water, 2 sachets of &lt;i&gt;tolak angin&lt;/i&gt; and one tablet 500mg paracetamol. Thank God I felt a lot better in the next morning. So let's go outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sampling day. Since I haven't take a diving license I couldn't dive in open water like Wina, Nungky, Abam, and Dea. So I was just helped them morally, haha. And I felt so jealous when they wore the wetsuit, and another diving stuffs. &lt;b&gt;Note to self: take a diving license after graduation is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When they were sampling, me and Praba who cannot diving either just snorkeling around above them. In Nungky's sampling site the wave is 1 meter high, I felt like I was gonna die there, It was hard for me to breathe, even the boat went away for a while because of the big wave. All I can see is Abam, Praba, and Instructor's fins, because its color is bright yellow. Somehow it got me thinking how a captain of the boat know where we are when there's no sign or signal at all :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dH50u5GuD7E/Tjd7woALHeI/AAAAAAAAASM/EM7540hHR1c/s1600/283498_10150263615924401_745389400_7566381_4687321_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dH50u5GuD7E/Tjd7woALHeI/AAAAAAAAASM/EM7540hHR1c/s320/283498_10150263615924401_745389400_7566381_4687321_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuOHLJEkyPo/Tjd7wsTNdMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kqDuDVxyE8Q/s1600/283198_10150263617579401_745389400_7566388_2552041_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuOHLJEkyPo/Tjd7wsTNdMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kqDuDVxyE8Q/s320/283198_10150263617579401_745389400_7566388_2552041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go to the sea for some fun, go to the mountain for some self actualization.&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, good adventures, great nature. Nothing can beat it. &lt;br /&gt;Hello reality, we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1898369760524880283?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1898369760524880283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-vacation-in-middle-of-chaotic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1898369760524880283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1898369760524880283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-vacation-in-middle-of-chaotic.html' title='summer vacation in the middle of chaotic life'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vfH6EkHHA0/TjdwcNrpX6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mJfmsA0NmhM/s72-c/253270_10150265971579401_745389400_7595306_5472014_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6136713466299018139</id><published>2011-07-03T23:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:41:31.463+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><title type='text'>Is not the end of the world: MOCCA Last Show Bandung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panicmanual.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/moccabio.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" width="500" src="http://www.panicmanual.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/moccabio.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/53941295/Mocca+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="600" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/53941295/Mocca+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started with the question "why i love this band?" There are a bunch of reasons why I'm deeply in love with this band, such as a beautiful musics they made, their good performance, they're just fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Arina, the vocalist, is going to get married in US, they're gonna vacuum for a while. Their last show on a big stage will be held next week at Jakarta, which means I can't come because there is a graduation night at my college. I was so sad until I found out that MOCCA is performing their last show at Bandung today. Wihiiiii~~! I was so excited even tough the stage was super small, but MOCCA was performing the-hard-to-forget show tonight. It was so crowded in there, but MOCCA is so friendly and played their songs faithfully. I thought that they're gonna sing like 5-6 songs, but they sang 13 songs! Not complaining at all because I sang along all the time. They played their hits such as &lt;i&gt;The Best Thing, I Will, Secret Admirer, Is not The End of The World, Let Me Go,I Love You Anyway, My Only One&lt;/i&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZJwZ50CCxA/ThLACIcXLqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FZc2ISxoHs0/s1600/266395_10150230040398267_757603266_7348606_3871707_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZJwZ50CCxA/ThLACIcXLqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FZc2ISxoHs0/s320/266395_10150230040398267_757603266_7348606_3871707_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbY0jNI9sfY/ThLABimxjfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u0WwK3vAGic/s1600/277717_10150230040113267_757603266_7348603_2086138_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbY0jNI9sfY/ThLABimxjfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u0WwK3vAGic/s320/277717_10150230040113267_757603266_7348603_2086138_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've listened to them since I was on high school, they played on my school little stage on &lt;i&gt;charets&lt;/i&gt; field in some random Saturday afternoon. I'm gonna miss their live performance. And I really miss a good indie band from Bandung, just like the old times. Not some crap, awful music they called indie today. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as they said, it's not the end of the world! Make some change, world is keep on turning, everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6136713466299018139?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6136713466299018139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-not-end-of-world-mocca-last-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6136713466299018139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6136713466299018139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-not-end-of-world-mocca-last-show.html' title='Is not the end of the world: MOCCA Last Show Bandung'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZJwZ50CCxA/ThLACIcXLqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FZc2ISxoHs0/s72-c/266395_10150230040398267_757603266_7348606_3871707_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7237528741610314507</id><published>2011-06-06T22:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:38:17.753+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>7 TV Series I Love The Most</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm bored and feel like writing something without big effort and giving me any headache (read: bloody &lt;i&gt;skripsi&lt;/i&gt;), so here it is: my top 7 TV series (in no particular order). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkca9mPvIo1qaakjxo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="543" width="500" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkca9mPvIo1qaakjxo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My all time fave TV show. How can I not love the funniest friends like Joey with his 'how you doin?' gesture, Chandler who thinks that he's the funniest man alive, Monica with her clean fetish, Ross the scientist with his dinosaur thingy, and beautiful yet silly Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Cause I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Where your journey goes&lt;br /&gt;Or how long it will take to unfold&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I will be watching over every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friends (1994-2004)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. How I Met Your Mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhlgn2WeuJ1qhs0ywo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" width="500" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhlgn2WeuJ1qhs0ywo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How can I resist these super cool yet silly circle of friends daily life and of course the story about how Ted met his wife. Just try to watch one episode about Ted, Barney, Robin, Lilly, and Marshall. It's gonna be legend-wait for it-dary! And you won't stop watching it since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. White Collar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfelj55v6o1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" width="500" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfelj55v6o1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes! Matt Bomer is so hot! He played as a white collar criminal who turns out to help FBI to catch another smart criminal like him. He's a super smart ass. and hot. AND HOT! No need to say more. He's awesome. The idea of the story is very good, the trick of the crime is smart, and I love Mozzie. Great character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. CSI: NY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.episodes9.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/6f0d2c7d4ay-show.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="333" src="http://www.episodes9.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/6f0d2c7d4ay-show.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always into detective thingy. From all of the CSI series, the NY is the most scientific and use an impressive and high technology equipments I used to know to solve the case, such as GC-MS, electron microscope, PCR, etc. I have a silly dream that I'm gonna work at forensic lab just like in this series. That would be cool. Ah, yes! I love Danny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljy5p7CNX01qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="601" width="500" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljy5p7CNX01qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Call me a nerd that I laughed so hard every time I watched those genius people joking around about &lt;i&gt;the doppler effect&lt;/i&gt;, neurology, astronomy, even microbiology. But since Sheldon, Leonard, Raj, and Howard are physicist, most of the jokes are simply about physics and how they face the ordinary world with ordinary people (read: not as smart as them). And I felt sorry for Penny, the girl next door, who always disturbed by crazy Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Two and a Half Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q87KIPofacs/TJMo_EdhGCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5s3v4qS9suE/s1600/two+and+a+half+men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" width="505" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q87KIPofacs/TJMo_EdhGCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5s3v4qS9suE/s1600/two+and+a+half+men.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, my friend told me about this series. I wasn't interested at first, but when I watched it I found myself laughed really hard. The story line is quite simple, it's about Charlie, the rich-lazy-jingle maker who used to be lived alone in the fancy beach house in Malibu. One day his brother, Alan, got divorced and have no place to live, so he and his son started to stay with Charlie. All the trouble they have is so funny. Plus, since they live in Malibu, so their neighbor is some kind of rich/famous person such as Steven Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Misfits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_12XpBm0IMkQ/TQE_ZrGFyvI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/XgWPWMh_sgA/s1600/misfits1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_12XpBm0IMkQ/TQE_ZrGFyvI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/XgWPWMh_sgA/s1600/misfits1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This series is not like any other series genre, it's not sitcom, it's not about detective, it's about 5 young probates in UK who really get in trouble because they get a secret power from some kind of meteor attack. No, it's not about a good boys who want to save the world. Kelly with her her cockney accent, becomes a telepath, athlete Curtis can turn back time, hot Alisha makes people crazed with sexual desire for her with a touch, shy outcast Simon turns invisible, and smartass Nathan turns into an immortal bastard. I think Misfits is not recommended for under 18 and people who really can't stand to see some violation act. Misfits is bloody fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7237528741610314507?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7237528741610314507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-tv-series-i-love-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7237528741610314507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7237528741610314507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-tv-series-i-love-most.html' title='7 TV Series I Love The Most'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q87KIPofacs/TJMo_EdhGCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5s3v4qS9suE/s72-c/two+and+a+half+men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4318510092011721483</id><published>2011-05-15T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:47:03.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>silly adventures with silliest besties</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu malam Jumat terbersit keinginan untuk berlibur sejenak dari dunia Tugas Akhir, dimana setiap hari insan pekerja TA harus ke lab tanpa absen, mau gunung meletus, long weekend, gempa bumi, tetep harus ke lab, kecuali SITH di bom. &lt;b&gt;Apa daya uang tak punya, waktu pun tak ada, namun keinginan untuk berlibur sungguh tinggi.&lt;/b&gt; Berawal dari niat luhur untuk menemani Pepe yang belom pernah ke Museum Geologi, akhirnya &lt;b&gt;keempat anak unik dan ceria (gw, Jara, Desy, Pepe)&lt;/b&gt; sepakat untuk bertandang ke Museum Geologi pada hari Sabtu dengan &lt;i&gt;dresscode&lt;/i&gt; liburan/turis. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQnoPHYIREw/Tc_kVpBLSMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JjaD3DWwLKM/s1600/240011_2039781559912_1405474265_2377989_7328608_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQnoPHYIREw/Tc_kVpBLSMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JjaD3DWwLKM/s320/240011_2039781559912_1405474265_2377989_7328608_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari Sabtu pagi diawali dengan ke lab layaknya budak TA lainnya, lalu sekitar jam 12 kita ganti baju dan siap berlibur. Sesampainya di &lt;b&gt;Museum Geologi&lt;/b&gt; kita berlaku layaknya turis masa kini, yaitu berfoto dengan T-REX (padahal dari jaman gw SD tiap ke sini pasti foto sama si T-REX) dan berkeliling museum sambil menambah ilmu pengetahuan (sok intelek).&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTNRupbaPWM/Tc_jwEJa6EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7GVhDnfNbpI/s1600/219684_2039753759217_1405474265_2377948_684198_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTNRupbaPWM/Tc_jwEJa6EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7GVhDnfNbpI/s320/219684_2039753759217_1405474265_2377948_684198_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Karena belum makan siang, kita mampir di Cisangkuy buat minum yogurt layaknya turis dari Kota Besar Jakarta. Sambil makan tercetus ide brilian untuk karaoke di malam hari. Ketika melewati rumah nini si Desy kita memutuskan untuk mampir dan membiarkan si Onyon bersilaturahmi sama Nini dan sodara gaul-nya yang ketika beliau menyebutkan nama-nama hanya 30% yang dikenal oleh si Onyon. Yah, itung-itung menyenangkan hati orang tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah &lt;i&gt;booking &lt;/i&gt;karaoke jam 7.30 malam si Jara balik ke lab, si Onyon ketemu sodaranya, sedangkan gw dan Pepe terdampar di &lt;b&gt;Ngopi Doeloe Dago&lt;/b&gt;. Hujan deras, ditemani secangkir kopi sungguh nikmat. Jam 7.25 kita cabut ke tempat karaoke, terus disuruh tunggu 15 menit. Daripada bengong kita turun ke &lt;i&gt;bargain bookshop. &lt;/i&gt;Gw menemukan buku &lt;b&gt;Da Vinci Code &lt;/b&gt;bahasa Inggris &lt;i&gt;hardcover&lt;/i&gt; hanya seharga idr 65.000! Sungguh tak mungkin gw lewatkan. Waktu menunjukkan pukul 7.40 ketika gw selesai bayar dan mengajak Pepe, Desy untuk kembali ke tempat karaoke. Namun takdir berkata lain, karena Pepe menemukan buku ramalan hari ulang tahun yang membuat kita tertarik untuk membacanya. Karena buku ramalan tersebut kita terlambat ke tempat karaoke dan dengan sukses di-&lt;i&gt;cancel &lt;/i&gt;oleh si mbak-nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan menjadi lemas tak bergairah untuk meneruskan liburan singkat kami, tapi Desy membawa ide cemerlang dengan mengajak kita bowling yang langsung diamini oleh gw dan Pepe. Beranjaklah kami dari Dago Plaza ke Planet Dago layaknya anak gaul Bandung.Pas mau bayar parkir ternyata gw dapet &lt;b&gt;gratis parkir di Dago Plaza selama satu bulan.&lt;/b&gt; WOW! AMAJING. To be honest, gw aja gatau kenapa gw bisa digratisin gitu.  Dan gw baru tau ajalah  kalo tiap malem minggu di Dago Bowling ada namanya &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOWLING DENGAN SUASANA KOSMIK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Gw ngakak liat posternya. Bener aja sesampenya di tempat bowling, lampunya lampu disko, semua yang warna putih jadi terlihat menyala, diiringi lagu-lagu gaul elektronik/R 'n B. Gw berasa keren. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena si Jara masih di lab, kita main 1 game duluan. Semuanya berjalan normal, walaupun tiba-tiba di tengah permaian lagu gaul diganti dengan organ tunggal yang menyanyikan tembang lawas semacam 'One Last Cry', sungguh tidak nyambung dengan tema kosmik sodara-sodara. Sambil menunggu Jara terlintas keinginan gw untuk mengganti nama gw di scoreboard menjadi Jovanka. Desy tidak mau kalah menjadi Santana, dan Pepe menjadi Anastasia. Secara sepihak nama Jara kita ganti menjadi Manohara, karena dia pake jilbab gaya emaknya si Manohara hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah permainan terlihat mas-mas di dekat kasir pegang &lt;i&gt;mic&lt;/i&gt; sambil cuap-cuap gajelas karena musik yang terlalu keras. Kita sih ngetawain aja sambil ngeliatin mas-mas yang suaranya ga kedengeran itu. Tiba-tiba si mas bawa &lt;i&gt;mic &lt;/i&gt;datengin &lt;i&gt;line &lt;/i&gt;kita dan kita baru tahu kalo ada game buat dapetin voucher untuk 2 game gratis. Si mas manggil nama kita sesuai yang tertera di scoreboard dengan lantang dan musik dihentikan, cukup membuat malu. Yang pertama dipanggil si Anastasia (Pepe), dia cuman disuruh jatohin pin no.1, namun gagal. Selanjutnya giliran Manohara dengan tantangan yang sama, namun gagal juga, pantas saja dia diceraikan oleh pangeran Malaysia, sungguh memalukan. Pas bagian Jovanka, gw udah pede jaya bisa jatohin pin no.1, tapi mas-mas pembawa mic berkata lain. Setelah dia liat score gw yang &lt;i&gt;strike &lt;/i&gt;2 kali berturut-turut dia minta &lt;i&gt;strike &lt;/i&gt;ke-tiga. Karena gw tidak bisa main di bawah tekanan gw pun gagal. Tantangan untuk Santana sungguh lain dari yang lain, yaitu menjatuhkan pin mana saja dengan syarat dilempar dari belakang (memunggungi &lt;i&gt;line&lt;/i&gt;). Setelah heboh dan tidak percaya diri, ternyata &lt;b&gt;DESY BERHASIL MENJATUHKAN 7 PIN! &lt;/b&gt;Yang artinya kita dapat 2 game gratis. What a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya pulang dengan hati senang. Ketololan ternyata tidak mau hengkang dari hidup kami. Terdapat 2 insan yang sedang dimabuk asmara sedang berpelukan di atas motor sampe si cowoknya nungging-nungging di lampu merah Balubur. Tawa kita semua kontan pecah, si cewek mulai menyadari ada segelintir manusia yang tertawa di dalam mobil dan dia mulai menarik tangannya dari pelukan si cowok. Desy 'Onyon' Suryani memaksa gw untuk buka kaca dan ngetawain si 2 insan dimabuk asmara, untunglah gw masih waras dan menolaknya. Gw gamau digebok helm si cowok. Namun Jara sungguh terlalu, begitu lampu hijau dia buka kaca dan tertawa superkenceng yang membuat adrenalin gw terpacu dan gw langsung tancap gas. Sungguh &lt;b&gt;tidak berperikeasmaraan, &lt;/b&gt;menertawakan orang yang sedang dimabuk asmara. Setelah menurunkan Pepe dan menuju kosan Jara, Onyon, tiba-tiba si Pepe telepon gw dan bilang kalo sendal dia ketuker, jadi dia pake sendal sebelah warna biru sebelah warna cokelat. &lt;b&gt;COBA TOLONG DIINGATKAN KENAPA GW BERTEMAN DENGAN MANUSIA-MANUSIA IMBISIL INI?!!&lt;/b&gt; But I really had a great time. Semacam perkumpulan orang yang salah di waktu dan tempat yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't need to go to far-away land looking for an adventure. You don't have to go to an expensive place to find some fun. Just look into yourself and find the best partner in crime, and voila! You'll have a great adventure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4318510092011721483?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4318510092011721483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/05/silly-adventures-with-silliest-besties.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4318510092011721483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4318510092011721483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/05/silly-adventures-with-silliest-besties.html' title='silly adventures with silliest besties'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQnoPHYIREw/Tc_kVpBLSMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JjaD3DWwLKM/s72-c/240011_2039781559912_1405474265_2377989_7328608_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1318991238859526126</id><published>2011-05-01T16:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:06:02.392+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>can you feel my heartbeat? (TAHITI80 show)</title><content type='html'>When my friend called me '&lt;b&gt;Miss Concert&lt;/b&gt;', doesn't mean i came to every gigs. I only come to see my fave musicians, dance into the night, feel the beat, and have some fun. I'm not gonna go to a gig if I only knew just 1 song they sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Tahiti80 last night at Kampoengjazz. They're awesome. They played their new songs, and some old songs like '&lt;i&gt;1000 times&lt;/i&gt;'. I really love '&lt;i&gt;Crack up&lt;/i&gt;', '&lt;i&gt;big day&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;Easy&lt;/i&gt;'! They played &lt;i&gt;'Something about you'&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;'heartbeat'&lt;/i&gt; as an encore. Really well played, just like in the record. Their stage performance: &lt;b&gt;SUPERCOOL, FUNNY, AND FRIENDLY&lt;/b&gt;. They even learn some Sundanese language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://o.aolcdn.com/os/music/Spinner/tahiti-80-456-013111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" width="456" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/os/music/Spinner/tahiti-80-456-013111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkg987oOHM1qz8vcmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="329" width="500" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkg987oOHM1qz8vcmo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too bad, even though i really enjoyed their performance, i really hate the crowd. The crowd last night was SUPER DUPER TRUPER LAME! Most of them don't know Tahiti80's song at all, some of them are just like a statue. They're not even move their body. &lt;b&gt;HEY GUYS! THEY PLAYED A GROOVY TUNES, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DANCE?&lt;/b&gt; Lame, pathetic people. For me, IDGF with people a round me and just move my body. Maybe they laughed at me and thought that I'm insane. I don't care people, I respect the musician on stage, enjoyed their musics, and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKTc08yUvEc/Tb12udTn4JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vfdwxfwe53I/s1600/218745_10150169402252278_654377277_6450660_7472087_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKTc08yUvEc/Tb12udTn4JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vfdwxfwe53I/s320/218745_10150169402252278_654377277_6450660_7472087_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheerio. Thank you Tahiti80 for your super great performance last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1318991238859526126?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1318991238859526126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-feel-my-heartbeat-tahiti80-show.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1318991238859526126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1318991238859526126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-feel-my-heartbeat-tahiti80-show.html' title='can you feel my heartbeat? (TAHITI80 show)'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKTc08yUvEc/Tb12udTn4JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vfdwxfwe53I/s72-c/218745_10150169402252278_654377277_6450660_7472087_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5117033022381998547</id><published>2011-04-29T08:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:59:52.523+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>i write.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk1okeeSd61qbj8aso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" width="500" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk1okeeSd61qbj8aso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5117033022381998547?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5117033022381998547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5117033022381998547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5117033022381998547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='i write.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5002029865435586063</id><published>2011-04-28T22:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:21:29.676+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>harder to breathe (maroon 5 live in concert-jakarta 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm such a lucky girl.&lt;/b&gt; Setelah bermuram durja selama 5 bulan karena tidak mendapatkan tiket konser Maroon 5, band favorit sejak SMA, gw dan Desy sakit hati yang menyebabkan kekesalan sangat mendalam sehingga setiap mendengar lagu &lt;b&gt;maroon 5&lt;/b&gt; diputer bawaannya sensi dan ingin lempar sendal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Selasa gw mengalami hari paling buruk semasa Tugas Akhir. Karena setelah menerima kenyataan bahwa pH meter rusak, timbangan analitik rusak, destruk rusak, shaker mati, kerjaan kontaminasi, ditambah autoklaf yang mati tiba-tiba cukup membuat hasrat membunuh orang sangat tinggi. Saat malam hari di lab, emosi kian tinggi mengetahui maroon 5 udah &lt;i&gt;landing&lt;/i&gt; di Jakarta (gw tau fakta terakhir ini berlebihan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu pagi jam 6.00 si Desy bak &lt;b&gt;Dewi Kwan Im&lt;/b&gt; tidak berhenti nelfon gw yang masih tidur dengan nyenyak layaknya &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;kerbau&lt;/b&gt;. Sampe akhirnya gw angkat dia memberikan kabar menggemparkan bahwa temennya jual tiket seharga dia beli karena besoknya dia harus bimbingan (&lt;b&gt;all hail dosen FK UNPAD!!!!&lt;/b&gt;), gw dikasih waktu 10 menit buat mikir mau diambil atau engga tiketnya. Tanpa berpikir panjang gw meng-iya-kan tawaran tersebut. Dengan efek samping tabungan amblas tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mengambil keputusan paling yahud abad ini, gw langsung buru-buru mandi, ambil baju dari tumpukan paling atas (tanpa memikirkan gaul-atau-tidak-nya-outfit), dan cabut ke travel. Sungguh absurd. &lt;b&gt;Keputusan ter-cepat dan ter-tepat yang pernah gw buat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5bfb2a2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" width="600" src="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5bfb2a2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berangkat ke &lt;i&gt;venue&lt;/i&gt; naik busway. Euforia orang kentara banget, banyak orang yang sibuk pegang iPod sambil dengerin lagu atau video clip &lt;b&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/b&gt;. Setelah sampe venue gw tambah excited ngeliat semua orang super semangat. Keberuntungan lainnya adalah, kita dapet di tribun A1 blok A, dimana &lt;b&gt;tepat di sebelah panggung dan di dekat VIP&lt;/b&gt;. Sungguh surga, view ke panggung juga super pas. Setelah nunggu 2 jam, akhirnya &lt;b&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/b&gt; naik panggung juga jam 20.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013749.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5cc2269" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" width="600" src="http://c0013749.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5cc2269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konser dibuka dengan '&lt;i&gt;Misery&lt;/i&gt;' yang membuat semangat penonton memuncak, dilanjutkan dengan '&lt;i&gt;If I Never See Your Face Again&lt;/i&gt;','&lt;i&gt;Harder To Breathe&lt;/i&gt;' dan '&lt;i&gt;Give a Little More&lt;/i&gt;'. I can't stop singing and dancing. Setelah capek joget, mereka memainkan lagu dari album pertama, '&lt;i&gt;The Sun&lt;/i&gt;' yang disisipin lirik '&lt;i&gt;Billy Jean&lt;/i&gt;'-nya Michael Jackson. Tanpa sempat membuat semangat penonton turun dilanjutkan dengan lagu '&lt;i&gt;Give a Little More&lt;/i&gt;', 'Never &lt;i&gt;Gonna Leave This Bed&lt;/i&gt;' dan '&lt;i&gt;Wont' Go Home Without You'&lt;/i&gt;, dilanjutkan dengan tembang manis 'She Will Be Loved' yang dinyanyikan oleh hampir semua penonton. Lagu '&lt;i&gt;Shiver&lt;/i&gt;', '&lt;i&gt;Stutter&lt;/i&gt;', dan '&lt;i&gt;Secret&lt;/i&gt;' dimainkan dengan penuh semangat. Histeria penonton semakin menjadi ketika bernyanyi bersama lagu '&lt;i&gt;This Love&lt;/i&gt;', dan Adam Levine memuji &lt;i&gt;crowd&lt;/i&gt; Indonesia merupakan &lt;i&gt;crowd&lt;/i&gt; paling keren saat menyanyikan lagu ini bersama-sama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu para personil keluar panggung, yang tentu saja membuat penonton meminta &lt;i&gt;encore&lt;/i&gt;. Akhirnya mereka naik kembali membawakan lagu '&lt;i&gt;Hands All Over&lt;/i&gt;' dan '&lt;i&gt;Makes Me Wonder&lt;/i&gt;'. '&lt;i&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/i&gt;' yang notabene lagu favorit gw sepanjang masa menjadi penutup konser yang sangat manis dan romantis. Para penonton sangat menikmati pertunjukan tersebut. I was singing and dancing from the very beginning till the very end (mengelap keringat). Karena gw nonton di tribun, jadi pas joget kepentok kursi yang berakhir kaki menjadi memar dan pincang. But it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konser ini merupakan konser terkeren yang pernah gw datangi. Selain karena gw hapal semua lagunya, &lt;i&gt;crowd&lt;/i&gt;-nya seru, personil &lt;b&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/b&gt; yang sangat energik, atraktif, dan menguasai panggung, song-list yang superseru, aransemen lagu dan lighting yang super duper truper keren, dan persiapan panitia yang terlihat sangat matang. &lt;b&gt;AND FOR GOD'S SAKE, ADAM LEVINE WAS SUPER SEXY LAST NIGHT. HE'S SUPER ATTRACTIVE. He wore a plain white-T. Too bad he didn't take it off. He's just too hot.&lt;/b&gt; #brbfaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5c1b3d5" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" width="600" src="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5c1b3d5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5c151f3" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="600" src="http://c0013744.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_5c151f3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kekurangannya, yah, seperti konser-konser sebelumnya. Terlihat anak ABG labil dan bocah-bocah yang nonton konser&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;in the name of kegaulan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Dimana mereka datang diantar oleh orang tua, hanya berteriak "adam! adam! adam!", tidak tau lagunya, tidak ikut bergoyang, hanya tau lagu 'Misery' dan 'Never gonna leave this bed'. Sungguh merugi bocah-bocah tersebut, bayar mahal hanya untuk sebuah label gaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Those beautiful memories I won't forget as long as I live. This &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrGwGXEz52s"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; really catches a good moment last night. I'm looking forward for the next awesome concert. Salam hemat dari saya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5002029865435586063?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5002029865435586063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/harder-to-breathe-maroon-5-live-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5002029865435586063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5002029865435586063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/harder-to-breathe-maroon-5-live-in.html' title='harder to breathe (maroon 5 live in concert-jakarta 2011)'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8706218266840004518</id><published>2011-04-19T19:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:31:32.589+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got irritated easily, recently. Especially when somebody bugged me with final project thingy while her project went well and she's still whining about it like "don't leave me behind, you'll graduate faster than me, blah blah blah." shut the fuck up, arsehole. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8706218266840004518?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8706218266840004518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-irritated-easily-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8706218266840004518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8706218266840004518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-irritated-easily-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5108353665074795883</id><published>2011-04-13T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:44:40.014+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>another repeated questions</title><content type='html'>Kapan lulus?&lt;br /&gt;Gimana TA-nya?&lt;br /&gt;Kapan nyusul lulus?&lt;br /&gt;Wisuda Juli yaa?&lt;br /&gt;Udah beres nulis skripsinya?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo udah lulus mau ngapain?&lt;br /&gt;Rencana abis lulus apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah 213294354367596 kali pertanyaan di atas dilontarkan oleh orang kepada mahasiswa Tingkat Akhir yang berdampak mulut berbusa, telinga mendadak tuli, lidah kelu, sakit perut, tidak bergairah, sulit buang air besar, pandangan kosong menerawang, badan lemas, dan otak membeku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing our best. We work as fast as we can. Let GOD do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;SO, PLEASE PEOPLE! GIVE US A BREAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5108353665074795883?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5108353665074795883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-repeated-questions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5108353665074795883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5108353665074795883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-repeated-questions.html' title='another repeated questions'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8493507541172509980</id><published>2011-04-02T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:42:02.626+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>live for each moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebridgemaker.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/live-in-the-moment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" width="500" src="http://www.thebridgemaker.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/live-in-the-moment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate every moment in your life. &lt;br /&gt;each moment has its own uniqueness. &lt;br /&gt;happiness that makes you smile, even sadness that makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"live in the moment and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;-Fanny Crosby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8493507541172509980?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8493507541172509980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/live-for-each-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8493507541172509980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8493507541172509980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/04/live-for-each-moment.html' title='live for each moment'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6017402941304726372</id><published>2011-03-21T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:13:50.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><title type='text'>Twenty Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-q5UngIF_8/TDUT2iSn4XI/AAAAAAAAADs/3NHxq-HzKaE/S1600-R/20something.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" width="645" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-q5UngIF_8/TDUT2iSn4XI/AAAAAAAAADs/3NHxq-HzKaE/S1600-R/20something.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of expensive education&lt;br /&gt;A car full of books and anticipation&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot&lt;br /&gt;But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go traveling for a year&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself, or start a career&lt;br /&gt;I could work for the poor, though I'm hungry for fame&lt;br /&gt;We all seem so different but we're just the same&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat&lt;br /&gt;Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the answers, who do you trust&lt;br /&gt;I can't even separate love from lust&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans&lt;br /&gt;Working nine to five, answering phones&lt;br /&gt;But don't make me live for my Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;Drinking eight pints and getting in fights&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna get up, just have a lie in&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm a twenty something&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just fall in love&lt;br /&gt;That could solve it all&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers say that that's enough&lt;br /&gt;There surely must be more&lt;br /&gt;Love ain't the answer, nor is work&lt;br /&gt;The truth eludes me so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key&lt;br /&gt;I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Jamie Cullum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When song describes your feeling better than words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6017402941304726372?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6017402941304726372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6017402941304726372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6017402941304726372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-something.html' title='Twenty Something'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-q5UngIF_8/TDUT2iSn4XI/AAAAAAAAADs/3NHxq-HzKaE/s72-Rc/20something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4928825302006680310</id><published>2011-03-15T08:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:40:49.141+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>How to escape from a little thing called stress</title><content type='html'>While other people buy some shoes, bag, and clothes, others buy some fancy stuffs for relaxing their mind. Try to release the pain, forget about the problems they're facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is go to the bookstore, buy some new books, go home, make a cup of tea, listen to some good musics, and stay in bed.The only problem is good book really expensive nowadays. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhh6hhrfNg1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="500" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhh6hhrfNg1qzgh31o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? &lt;br /&gt;Smell ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4928825302006680310?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4928825302006680310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/call-me-bookworm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4928825302006680310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4928825302006680310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/call-me-bookworm.html' title='How to escape from a little thing called stress'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1545305586959498651</id><published>2011-03-06T22:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:08:33.405+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>dance like no one is watching</title><content type='html'>Setelah taun lalu sangat kecewa dengan JJF 2010 karena keluar parkir butuh waktu 2.5 jam, banyak penonton yang salah kostum (read: pake high heels ke festival musik), AZAM (anak zaman sekarang) yang dateng for the sake of kegaulan, dan tipikal orang Indonesia yang nonton konser cuman berdiri kayak patung. Taun ini gw membulatkan tekad buat nonton JJF 2011, tanya kenapa. Karena ada opa Carlos Santana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan dimulai Sabtu pagi, gw dan Pepe janjian sama Haikal di McD simpang jam 7 pagi. Apa daya karena ybs. pembawa mobil bangun kesiangan kita berangkat jam setengah 8. Kedodolan pertama dimulai ketika kita mau isi bensin dan penutup bensin mobil si Haikal gabisa dibuka. Plan B gw di dalam hati adalah bawa mobil Haikal ke rumah gw, tarok di rumah gw, ke Jakarta pake mobil gw.Plan B gw gabisa dijalankan, bukan karena mobil gw gabisa dipake, tapi bensin Haikal udah 0km dan ga akan sampe rumah gw. Sedangkan plan B-nya Haikal adalah, mobilnya ditinggal di pom bensin dan kita naik travel. Untung, akhirnya penutup bensin bisa dibuka dan bisa isi bensin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan menuju jakarta lancar dan hanya membutuhkan waktu 2.5 jam, cuaca juga mendukung. Abis anter Pepe ke Casablanca kita lanjut ke tempat Wina di Rasuna. Permasalahan yang muncul kemudian adalah kita gatau jalan. Berbekal wejangan Wina dan nyokapnya via telepon akhirnya kita mencapai jalan yang benar. Setelah istirahat dan makan siang, sekitar jam 3 gw, wina, haikal, finda berangkat ke venue. Tanpa mengulangi kesalahan tahun lalu, kita parkir deket gerbang keluar biar gak antri lama pas bubaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sondre Lerche&lt;/b&gt; menjadi performer pertama yang kita tonton. Karena kita dateng kepagian kita jadi sempet nonton check sound-nya. Perform-nya oke, &lt;b&gt;he did an awesome one-man-show&lt;/b&gt;. He sings and plays a guitar. Tapi power dan spirit-nya gw acungi jempol. Gak mudah melakukan one man show dan bernyanyi lebih dari 10 lagu dengan jeda sebentar yang dia lakukan untuk berinteraksi dengan penonton. Sondre ini bukan musisi jazz, tapi pop. Cuman kayaknya untuk menarik massa dari usia remaja dia diundang. But, I'm not complaining at all. Cuman karena gw nonton di depan, yang bikin bete adalah tangan-tangan ABG yang menjulur menutupi pandangan gw ke stage dengan KAMERA SLR. TUHAN TOLONG! I just want to watch the artist live. I don't want to see your hand and your camera. And i'm not impressed with you, hey anak-anak gaul penenteng SLR! Having a SLR doesn't make you a photographer, moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya kita lari ke venue &lt;b&gt;Soulvibe&lt;/b&gt;. Sebagai pendatang yang cukup baru di dunia musik, performance mereka cukup bagus dengan aransemen yang baik. Lagu mereka yang groovy enak buat goyang. Song list yang mereka mainkan juga cukup terbangun dengan baik. Mereka mainin hits mereka di akhir, membuat penutup yang manis dan tidak mengecewakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tribute To Elfa Secoria&lt;/b&gt; adalah destinasi kita selanjutnya. Baru sampe depan pintu, udah penuh banget. Ternyata oh ternyata di dalem dipasang kursi. Menurut gw ini kesalahan yang sangat fatal karena banyak banget orang-orang yang menunggu performance ini, jadi penonton numpuk di belakang. Untuk performance-nya sendiri sangat bertaburan musisi berkualitas seperti yovie widyanto, kahitna, alika, elfa's singer, bahkan titi dj dan maya hasan, memainkan masterpiece bang elfa. Suatu tontonan berkualitas yang gabisa dilewatkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjut ke &lt;b&gt;George Duke&lt;/b&gt;. Sebagai musisi jazz senior, George Duke menyuguhkan &lt;b&gt;jazz tradisional&lt;/b&gt;. Untuk orang yang ga biasa dengerin jazz, jenis musik mereka agak terlalu berat dan bikin ngantuk. Tapi buat yang udah biasa, INI LUAR BIASA KEREN. Dengan brass section yang sangat memukau dan hits yang mereka bawakan membuat gw menganga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang paling ditunggu-tunggu adalah: &lt;b&gt;CARLOS SANTANA&lt;/b&gt;. Keluar dari venue George Duke, gw &amp; wina kepisah dari haikal &amp; finda. Alhasil gw &amp; wina nyusurin sepanjang antrean masuk Santana yang udah super panjang dan chaos. Sms gak bisa, telfon gabisa, &lt;b&gt;cari orang=kesuraman dunia&lt;/b&gt;. Ditengah kesuraman kita malah ketemu maliki sama nyokapnya. Akhirnya kita kebawa arus dan masuk duluan ke venue, dan tiket haikal ada di wina. Tetep suram. Kadar norak orang Indonesia kembali terlihat disini, mereka lari-lari menuju venue, padahal udah pasti gak akan over capacity. Gw &amp; Wina juga lari, tapi ke arah berlawanan karena sibuk mencari 2 bocah hilang (Finda &amp; Haikal). Setelah menemukan mereka diantara ribuan orang,gw langsung masuk karena intro Maria Maria udah dimainin. Gw &amp; Wina masuk venue sambil nyanyi dan joget. &lt;b&gt;We're dancing like no one is watching. &lt;/b&gt;Ketika kita liat sekeliling, yang joget cuman bule-bule dan segelintir orang Indonesia semacam gw. &lt;b&gt;Ada segerombolan bule yang joget latin, ada 2 pasangan bule yang dansa, ada bule-bule yang seru sendiri, dan beberapa orang Indonesia yang goyang.&lt;/b&gt; Setelah acara setengah jalan akhirnya kita dipersatukan kembali dengan Finda &amp; Haikal, dan semacam mendapat suntikan energi baru yang membuat kita joget semakin heboh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gw: Nyeet, gw sm anti ga berenti joget dari tadi! sayang lo berdua telat ketemu kita.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Iyak, mas2 itu aja tadinya gak joget jadi joget setelah liat kita gatau malu gini.&lt;br /&gt;Finda: Kagak, Ti! Gw sm haikal udah joget kayak kesurupan dari depan pintu masuk tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal: Iyak, pas kita maju tadi, liat arah serong kanan ada 2 sosok cewek lagi joget heboh, terlihat seperti kalian berdua. Udah pasti kita harus bersatu. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw merasa ini perkumpulan orang yang salah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana mainin hits legendaris dia semacam Maria Maria, Foo Foo, Freedom, Black Magic Woman, Corazon, Smooth, dan 2 lagu sebagai encore, salah satunya Into The Night. Beres Santana main 3 lagu, penonton yang emang gatau santana/pengen gaul doang mulai berguguran pada pulang. I'm not complaining, paling enggak lapak joget gw jadi lebih luas dan gak ada orang berdiri doang kayak patung karena gak menikmati pertunjukannya. Tapi gak sedikit mbak2 pake high heels dan super gaya yang duduk di tengah sambil main BB. Gw udah gak ngerti lagi, &lt;b&gt;if you don't like the music just get off!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beres Santana, kita nonton performance terakhir hari sabtu, &lt;b&gt;Maliq &amp; The Essentials &lt;/b&gt;it is. Sebagai pionir yang membangun kembali musik jazz di Indonesia, gw ga pernah bosen nonton mereka. Stage act Maliq selalu digarap dengan baik, bahkan kali ini mereka main bareng string section yang membuat lagunya lebih berwarna. Gak lupa dengan aransemen dan koreografi yang sangat memukau. Untuk ukuran musisi Indonesia gw menominasikan Maliq sebagai stage performer terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada perbedaan signifikan dibandingkan JJF taun lalu, yaitu pengguna high heels jauh berkurang, venue yang bersih, dan pengaturan parkir yang lebih baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa yang harus diperhatikan saat nonton festival musik:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antre toilet lebih panjang dari antre masuk venue.&lt;br /&gt;- Antre makan super panjang, disarankan makan yang banyak sebelum nonton.&lt;br /&gt;- Get a schedule! Jangan kebanyakan bengong nyari artis apa yang mau ditonton dan venue-nya dimana. Rugi berat.&lt;br /&gt;- Hindari area menonton dekat orang yang dateng hanya buat gaul, bukan untuk menikmati musik. Hal ini dapat membuat anda ingin melemparnya pake karung beras, karena orang seperti ini hanya akan sibuk dengan BB-nya atau duduk di tengah atau berdiri tidak bergerak seperti patung.&lt;br /&gt;- Hindari area photographer wannabe, dimana mas-mas atau mbak-mbak gaul nenteng kamera SLR, sibuk jeprat jepret dan menghalangi pandangan anda ke stage. Segera lakukan segala cara dan trik untuk menghalau manusia seperti ini. Sungguh mengganggu. Gw gak keberatan kalo dia emang media atau jurnalis atau fotografer profesional. Seorang profesional tau caranya mengambil gambar yang bagus tanpa mengganggu arah pandang orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;- Jangan pernah pakai high heels jika tidak ingin kaki anda patah. Gunakan sendal/flat shoes yang nyaman/keds.&lt;br /&gt;- Kenakan pakaian yang paling nyaman menurut anda, supaya anda dapat bergerak bebas, baik saat pertunjukan ataupun saat mengejar performance yang hendak anda tonton. Buat gw: celana pendek, kaos/atasan tanpa lengan, crocs, ikat rambut.&lt;br /&gt;- Bawa tas kecil untuk menyimpan barang bawaan anda seperti dompet, hp, tiket, kunci mobil, dsb. Jangan gunakan tas besar, karena akan mempersulit mobilitas.&lt;br /&gt;- jangan bawa 1 orang 1 mobil. karena cari parkir sangat susah, lebih baik janjian dulu sama temen dan berangkat bareng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night was super blast. super awesome shows. super cool friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super thanks to super partner in crime Wina, Haikal, Finda. ;)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-el91eeWriPs/Tb0-8rjNWTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U33cfwVwtOs/s1600/193044_1851656364026_1019257847_2246658_1044385_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-el91eeWriPs/Tb0-8rjNWTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U33cfwVwtOs/s320/193044_1851656364026_1019257847_2246658_1044385_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1545305586959498651?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1545305586959498651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-like-no-one-is-watching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1545305586959498651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1545305586959498651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-like-no-one-is-watching.html' title='dance like no one is watching'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-el91eeWriPs/Tb0-8rjNWTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U33cfwVwtOs/s72-c/193044_1851656364026_1019257847_2246658_1044385_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4291524341996088775</id><published>2011-03-03T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:16:39.377+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>balada berlalu lintas di kota bandung dan sekitarnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Nyetir di Bandung tuh tiada hari tanpa berkata kasar" &lt;b&gt;-Wina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sekarang gw ngerti betapa tainya pengendara motor di Bandung" &lt;b&gt;-Haikal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuman orang super sabar yang bisa menghadapi motor-motor gila di Bandung. Mereka yang salah, eh mereka yang marah. Kentut." &lt;b&gt;-Handa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah jalan 3 bulan gw bawa mobil tiap hari ke kampus. Kenapa berenti naik kendaraan umum? Karena rumah gw jauh dari kampus (bukan, bukan dago-itb ataupun cisitu-itb tapi cimahi-itb) dan gw udah mulai TA, dimana pulang malam tidak dapat dihindari. Jadi daripada memparasiti dan bergantung pada orang lain gw memutuskan untuk bawa mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah merasakan kejamnya lalu lintas kota Bandung yang semrawut tiap hari gw mulai mengamini ketiga pernyataan temen gw di atas. Dalam 3 bulan ini udah 3 kali mobil gw ditabrak, ketiganya berupa motor, ketiganya karena motor itu mau nyusul, ketiganya si empunya motor marah-marah, dan ketiganya membuat mobil gw baret gak keruan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where: rel kereta api abdurrachman saleh&lt;br /&gt;who: bapak2 tua naek vespa&lt;br /&gt;how: mobil gw lagi asik2 diem, rem tangan, tidak bergerak menunggu kereta lewat. Vespa doi nyalip dari sebelah kiri dan nyenggol bemper kiri gw. Gw bengong. Gw klakson. Apakah beliau minta maaf? TIDAK. BELIAU YANG SUDAH TUA ITU GEBUK KAP MOBIL GW YG LAGI ANTENG DIEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where: ledeng&lt;br /&gt;who: bocah SMA&lt;br /&gt;how: jalan sempit, gw udah mepet kiri, arah dia lagi macet. dengan lihai dia maksa lewat celah diantara mobil gw sama mobil berlawanan. hasil: dia nabrak spion mobil sebelah dan membuat lecet bagian kanan mobil gw. jangan harap minta maaf, dia kabur aja cuek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where: jl. gunung batu&lt;br /&gt;who: mbak-mbak supergaya pake motor dengan knalpot racing&lt;br /&gt;how: mobil gw lagi jalan pelan-pelan, keadaan lalulintas padat merayap. dasar gamau sabar, si mbak nyalip dari sebelah kanan, tanpa lampu sen, tanpa klakson. nabrak bemper kanan depan. dan pas gw klakson dia malah teriak kalo ngerem ati2 dong, mbak! BABI KECAP! pas gw minggir, apakah dia minta maaf? enggak! dia malah bilang: saya ga minta ganti apa2 mbak, asal lain kali ngeremnya ati2. WOOOOI! elo nyupir motor aja masih oleng! berani-beraninya ngomong gitu! DAN FYI! MOBIL GW YANG LECET! BUKAN MOTOR LO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kata bapak gw, jalan itu tempat semua orang berkumpul. Orang berpendidikan, orang gak berpendidikan. Dan kedewasaan orang Indonesia dalam berkendara, khususnya motor masih sangat amat rendah. Apakah peraturan lalu lintas berguna? Tidak. Orang-orang yang tidak mau mengerti (TOLOL) itu gak akan peduli sama peraturan lalu lintas sampe orang terdekatnya mengalami kecelakaan karena ketololan yang biasa mereka perbuat. Hukum alam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, kalo lo nyetir mobil. Mau lo yang nabrak, mau lo yang ditabrak. Ujung-ujungnya sama: lo yang rugi! Karena motor yang nabrak lo ga akan mungkin bayar ganti rugi. F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4291524341996088775?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4291524341996088775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/balada-berlalu-lintas-di-kota-bandung.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4291524341996088775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4291524341996088775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/03/balada-berlalu-lintas-di-kota-bandung.html' title='balada berlalu lintas di kota bandung dan sekitarnya'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-9194043719707047637</id><published>2011-02-25T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:14:58.405+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>wistful thinking</title><content type='html'>i'm busy. you're busy. everybody's busy at this very fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know my problems, and i don't know yours.&lt;br /&gt;is there any way for all of us to gather around, i don't ask much. just a slightest of your time for catching up. what's going on with our life.&lt;br /&gt;just a friend to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i just miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good luck for our life. i'm sure we're gonna make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-9194043719707047637?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/9194043719707047637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/02/wistful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/9194043719707047637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/9194043719707047637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/02/wistful-thinking.html' title='wistful thinking'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5443638528224305511</id><published>2011-01-27T22:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:35:49.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>Appreciate Your Life</title><content type='html'>"I want to live my life to the absolute fullest." &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu punya rumah untuk tinggal, cukup uang untuk makan 3 hari sekali, bersenang-senang sewaktu-waktu, sehat, bisa kuliah di ITB, punya keluarga dan sahabat yang perhatian. Pantaskah kamu protes pada Tuhan betapa menderitanya kamu? Pantaskah kamu berusaha mengakhiri hidupmu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih banyak orang yang lebih menderita dan terus berusaha untuk menjalani hidup. Banyak orang sekarat yang memohon kepada Tuhan untuk dipanjangkan umurnya. Pantaskah kamu untuk dengan egois meminta Tuhan mengambil nyawamu saat ini juga? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhenti menjadi egois dan terlampau melankolis. Syukuri atas apa yang telah Tuhan berikan. Karena kamu bukan orang paling sengasara di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time whining.&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your life, you have everything other people don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5443638528224305511?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5443638528224305511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/appreciate-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5443638528224305511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5443638528224305511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/appreciate-your-life.html' title='Appreciate Your Life'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2447500739513053215</id><published>2011-01-23T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:00:12.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My final semester in college is about to begin tomorrow. I'm struggling with my final project. I'm so blessed for having Intan and Bastian as my partners, they're very supportive and really gonna smack me in the face if laziness attacks me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this world is fighting for everything they're believe in. So i will fighting for everything i believe in. Never give up hope. When there's a will, there's a way. Good day and good luck for your life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2447500739513053215?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2447500739513053215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-final-semester-in-college-is-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2447500739513053215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2447500739513053215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-final-semester-in-college-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4537959242470837866</id><published>2011-01-03T11:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:38:25.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>The Journal: Geotrek To Citarum Lama 19-12-2010</title><content type='html'>Gw tau acara ini dari anak eksternal Nymphaea yang ikut Forum Ganesha Hijau (GH). Dengan semangat membara gw sm Nana yang memiliki jiwa petualang langsung tertarik dan daftar (oke berlebihan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita kumpul di gerbang depan ITB menurut jarkom jam 7.30 pagi. Rumah gw di Cimahi maka gw ngebut berangkat jam 6. &lt;b&gt;Sampe TKP: sepi!&lt;/b&gt; Emang dasar kebiasaan orang Indonesia! Ngaret aja. Setelah kumpul akhirnya baru berangkat jam 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kampus kita naik bis menuju Sungai Citarum baru yang kotor. Renacana awal sih kita cuman liat dari atas, tapi Pak Budi (dosen Geologi ITB) sangat bersemangat dan ngajak kita turun ke bawah. Trek-nya gampang, gw sama Nana sampe bilang "oh gini doang, kalem". Begitu sampe bawah, airnya kotor banget, banyak sampah, dan tinggi jeram 12 meter yang dari atas keliatannya pendek ternyata super tinggi dan arusnya super deras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs354.ash2/63478_498745474392_569459392_5603029_6818803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs354.ash2/63478_498745474392_569459392_5603029_6818803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs032.snc6/166203_498744479392_569459392_5603000_5427872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs032.snc6/166203_498744479392_569459392_5603000_5427872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu, kita melanjutkan perjalanan dengan bis ke Saguling. Point awal geotrek ke Sangyang Heuleut. Pertama-tama kita diberi pengetahuan tentang Waduk Saguling, konsep kerjanya, dan melihat &lt;b&gt;Gua Purba Sangyang Tikoro&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163849_498746624392_569459392_5603046_6788187_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163849_498746624392_569459392_5603046_6788187_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gua Purba Sangyang Tikoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs023.snc6/165297_498749539392_569459392_5603086_3147349_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="483" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs023.snc6/165297_498749539392_569459392_5603086_3147349_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pipa PLTA Saguling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis makan siang dan Salat, kita memulai perjalanan menuju Sangyang Heuleut. I was super excited! Kita bakal trekking kira-kira 5 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs802.snc4/68273_498753489392_569459392_5603175_632623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs802.snc4/68273_498753489392_569459392_5603175_632623_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sungai ini masih sangat dekat dengan aliran sungai yang masuk ke Waduk Saguling, tapi airnya sudah cukup jernih dan digunakan okleh warga sekitar untuk mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163831_498754274392_569459392_5603191_2860533_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163831_498754274392_569459392_5603191_2860533_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs817.snc4/69731_498755959392_569459392_5603266_6437228_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs817.snc4/69731_498755959392_569459392_5603266_6437228_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesampainya di Gua Sangyang Poek kita mempelajari tentang struktur batuan, stalaktit, dan stalagmit yang terdapat di dalam gua tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian kita menyebrangi sungai kecil dan mulai mendaki . Medannya cukup sulit karena harus melewati jalan berbatu. Satu yang gw pelajari disini, lebih baik meniti tanah daripada batuan. Sangat menguras tenaga! Selain itu jalan setapak yang kami lewati juga sangat terjal, licin, sempit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs761.ash1/165259_498759959392_569459392_5603442_4055953_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs761.ash1/165259_498759959392_569459392_5603442_4055953_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs738.snc4/65841_498761989392_569459392_5603478_2853141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs738.snc4/65841_498761989392_569459392_5603478_2853141_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l16.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-snc4/hs1237.snc4/156985_498763799392_569459392_5603504_7855963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://l16.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-snc4/hs1237.snc4/156985_498763799392_569459392_5603504_7855963_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waktu pertama liat ini gw kira udah sampe ke Sangyang Heuleut, ternyata BELOM! Kata Pak Budi ini belum seberapa bagus. Padahal gw udah mau nangis liat sungai kayak di film-film silat cina ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1354.snc4/162604_498766229392_569459392_5603544_261876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1354.snc4/162604_498766229392_569459392_5603544_261876_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165774_498767184392_569459392_5603558_382981_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="483" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165774_498767184392_569459392_5603558_382981_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/57992_498860974392_569459392_5604586_3502066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/57992_498860974392_569459392_5604586_3502066_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs753.ash1/164459_498768334392_569459392_5603574_593837_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="483" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs753.ash1/164459_498768334392_569459392_5603574_593837_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165730_498861314392_569459392_5604591_4369826_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" width="720" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165730_498861314392_569459392_5604591_4369826_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Begitu sampe tempat tujuan, kita langsung nyebur ke Sungai Citarum yang superbersih ini. It's been a rough journey to get there my friends. But believe me, it was worthed. Good views, good nature, good people, new friends, new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you want is perfection, there's no easy way to get there. &lt;br /&gt;Smell ya in another journey, mon ami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4537959242470837866?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4537959242470837866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-geotrek-to-citarum-lama-19-12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4537959242470837866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4537959242470837866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-geotrek-to-citarum-lama-19-12.html' title='The Journal: Geotrek To Citarum Lama 19-12-2010'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2476899123868807200</id><published>2010-12-17T09:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:45:26.234+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>Muka Dua</title><content type='html'>Hal yang paling gw benci adalah menghadiri suatu forum yang orang-orangnya bermuka dua, hanya berusaha menyelamatkan muka masing-masing di hadapan massa. Mengutarakan sejuta alasan atas kelalaian mereka. Begitupun dengan pemimpinnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei kamu yang mengaku seorang pemimpin! Yang berkoar-koar tentang integritas, profesionalisme, komunikasi, sinergis, dan ucapan manis lainnya di awal. Hanya satu kata dariku: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw gak butuh alasan. Gw butuh aksi. REALISASI. be gentle! as if you're a manly man.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2476899123868807200?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2476899123868807200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/12/muka-dua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2476899123868807200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2476899123868807200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/12/muka-dua.html' title='Muka Dua'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7323488939888566720</id><published>2010-11-24T21:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:47:22.012+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>I Want Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6bc2fkiAv1qzj51vo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 500px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6bc2fkiAv1qzj51vo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by so many assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Final Project's proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Posters.&lt;br /&gt;all academic things.&lt;br /&gt;semester 7 of college really feels like shite.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not complaining, i'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;just blabbering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7323488939888566720?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7323488939888566720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7323488939888566720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7323488939888566720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-freedom.html' title='I Want Freedom'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5293527256004108830</id><published>2010-11-19T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:27:22.104+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I SAID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5293527256004108830?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5293527256004108830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-fuck-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5293527256004108830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5293527256004108830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-fuck-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6455400487419237224</id><published>2010-11-17T11:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:13:41.757+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>balada tingkat 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9h8u3fqO01qc0rr2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 353px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9h8u3fqO01qc0rr2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru bulan November dan postur saya sudah bulan Desember. HELL YEAH FINAL PROJECT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6455400487419237224?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6455400487419237224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/balada-tingkat-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6455400487419237224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6455400487419237224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/11/balada-tingkat-4.html' title='balada tingkat 4'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8288819307368750430</id><published>2010-10-31T23:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:14:32.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>happy halloween everybody, i"m legal finally!</title><content type='html'>OLA! Meet me, 21 years old girl (am i still a girl?). Haha. Such a great day when finally my super besties came to my house. YAK! Seniat itu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arkasha Sadhewa, Ratna Nindyarani, Waode Nurzara, Amalia Hasnida &amp; Desy Suryani&lt;/span&gt; nyari rumah gw yang super jauh ini cuma buat surprise party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you in detail what they've been through!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BBM-in Cebi untuk menanyakan apakah gw masih di hanamasa --&gt; udah cabut 15 menit yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BBM-in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zikri&lt;/span&gt;, kakak kelas gw yang notabene ada di Makassar --&gt; nanya alamat rumah gw --&gt; dia ga apal dan disuruh tanya anak SMA 2 angkatan gw yg kuliah di SITH juga&lt;br /&gt;&gt; telfon &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mirna&lt;/span&gt;, yang angkat temennya --&gt; mirna tetep ga tau rumah gw&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sms &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gita&lt;/span&gt;, disuruh ke arah gunung batu untuk sampai di cimahi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; telfon &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yogash&lt;/span&gt;, doi lagi ngasisten proyek ekologi di meru betiri --&gt; suruh cari Buciper&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cari di GPS yang dipinjam dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dabs&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Buciper bener ada di cimahi!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; obrak-abrik FB adek gw buat nyari nomer telfon dia, yang TIDAK TERCANTUM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BBM &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rafi&lt;/span&gt;, kakak kelas gw yang notabene ada di Hamburg-Jerman --&gt; memaksa adiknya yang sekolah di SMA 2 buat nyari nomer adek gw --&gt; nomer ditemukan&lt;br /&gt;tanya tukang parkir, tukang martabak, bermodalkan GPS&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nyari rumah gw --&gt;depan mesjid --&gt; melihat 'ceni' --&gt; 'akang naik trotoar mesjid --&gt; balon meledak di depan rumah tetangga --&gt; tetangga keluar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VOILA!&lt;/span&gt; muncullah mereka di rumah gw jam 9 malem.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy chat:&lt;br /&gt;adek: *ngalungin kamera SLR&lt;br /&gt;gw: pot dapet dr mana itu? &lt;br /&gt;adek: ini nemu di depan.&lt;br /&gt;gw: hah? kok diambil?&lt;br /&gt;Dan di saat itu microbabes muncul dengan muka ngakak mendengar perbincangan tolol antara gw-adek gw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TM2hw0V_dnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fWR6z2SoyzE/s1600/IMG0238A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TM2hw0V_dnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fWR6z2SoyzE/s320/IMG0238A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534257377164883570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I'm so grateful to have such a friends like them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;muchas gracias amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left me speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: kepada insan-insan yang telah direpotkan, TERIMAKASIH BANYAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8288819307368750430?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8288819307368750430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-everybody-im-legal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8288819307368750430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8288819307368750430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-everybody-im-legal.html' title='happy halloween everybody, i&quot;m legal finally!'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TM2hw0V_dnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fWR6z2SoyzE/s72-c/IMG0238A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6720450338982708182</id><published>2010-10-26T20:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:48:23.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>stickerphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Having a phobia of stickers. The fear of seeing, touching, smelling, sticking a sticker on one self. Being allergic to a sticker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a stickerphobia, there i said it! i super hate stickers, those are gross! LITERALLY GROSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6720450338982708182?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6720450338982708182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/stickerphobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6720450338982708182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6720450338982708182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/stickerphobia.html' title='stickerphobia'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2010556481326807289</id><published>2010-10-18T23:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:40:16.556+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szyz2dcbXMI/AAAAAAAAAME/APgRFcBjNhM/s320/n623457312_1762933_803225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szyz2dcbXMI/AAAAAAAAAME/APgRFcBjNhM/s320/n623457312_1762933_803225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika yang lo butuhkan bukan foto bersama sahabat di tempat bergengsi, bukan parameter kegaulan kehidupan sosial, bukan tanggapan orang tentang lo dan sahabat lo.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang terpenting adalah waktu berkualitas yang dihabiskan bersama, perbincangan konyol tak berarah, berebut makanan, flashback semua kejadian yang telah dilalui bersama, bertindak tolol dengan leluasa hanya karena lo merasa nyaman, dan melepas penat dan tekanan dari hari-hari yang berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hanya itu.&lt;/span&gt; dan hidup terasa cukup, tidak kurang, tidak lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love you besties :* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“3 things are needed for a good life: “Good Friends, Good Food, and Good Song!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—DamnIt’sTrue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2010556481326807289?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2010556481326807289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/ketika-yang-lo-butuhkan-bukan-foto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2010556481326807289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2010556481326807289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/10/ketika-yang-lo-butuhkan-bukan-foto.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szyz2dcbXMI/AAAAAAAAAME/APgRFcBjNhM/s72-c/n623457312_1762933_803225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5499608449174992097</id><published>2010-09-28T20:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:27:17.571+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So no one told you life was gonna be this way.&lt;br /&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D O A.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear.&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week&lt;br /&gt;Your month or even your year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll be There for You - Rembrandts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5499608449174992097?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5499608449174992097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5499608449174992097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5499608449174992097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8657740140017595505</id><published>2010-09-23T22:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:01:32.775+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>hello stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT50QV07Sx2DHcRhv72mbCcDJjgF0qWAi_lZ39WEVN61xePjPQ&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__zX7RDewjxudFCytn7LcKCBoFp9c="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 268px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT50QV07Sx2DHcRhv72mbCcDJjgF0qWAi_lZ39WEVN61xePjPQ&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__zX7RDewjxudFCytn7LcKCBoFp9c=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my fingers rest after I watched this awesome movie. Yep, it's thai movie! Tapi gw bener-bener &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;standing ovation&lt;/span&gt; buat film ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal film-nya mulai cukup tipikal dengan film komedi romantis lainnya, tapi lanjutannya: it feels like i was on a roller coaster! Humornya segar, ekspresi muka kedua pemain utama: JUARA DUNIA, jalan cerita yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt;-nya super duper ok! You never know what will happen next. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scene&lt;/span&gt; romantis terbangun dengan sangat apik, gak berlebihan, dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt; yang amat sangat mengesankan. This movie successfully made 2 of my friends cry! Gw ga pernah nyangka Thailand bisa buat film se-keren ini! Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRbjelHqpZOzsWRt4Ej2SPXExVGEytBwD1_X2zgnaDSpJ0pWw4&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__h822vUqZZfNVQsNj_FKD5MRXocc="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 173px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRbjelHqpZOzsWRt4Ej2SPXExVGEytBwD1_X2zgnaDSpJ0pWw4&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__h822vUqZZfNVQsNj_FKD5MRXocc=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTL5ryQTpjeO0PBsLE5lmNCRdHSBlmMgfuNXamfK68hHDrkLRU&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__GsYP0A4918Zq_wrNX5JIzqJjY30="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTL5ryQTpjeO0PBsLE5lmNCRdHSBlmMgfuNXamfK68hHDrkLRU&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__GsYP0A4918Zq_wrNX5JIzqJjY30=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya, ada beberapa adegan yang gak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;make sense&lt;/span&gt;. Contohnya, si cowok ketemu temen dia di depan toko suvenir di luar negeri untuk ngabarin mantannya udah nikah. Terlalu absurd, dan agak tidak mungkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, gw amat sangat jatuh cinta sama &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;-nya! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scoring&lt;/span&gt; musiknya pas banget di tiap adegan. Sebagai bonus dari film ini: pemain utama pria-nya ganteng dan wanitanya cantik. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8657740140017595505?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8657740140017595505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-stranger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8657740140017595505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8657740140017595505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-stranger.html' title='hello stranger'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3596231129801777759</id><published>2010-09-22T19:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:38:32.028+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's painful enough to feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;but on top of it..&lt;br /&gt;To feel embarrassed for feeling, &lt;br /&gt;that's the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i (heart) huckabees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3596231129801777759?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3596231129801777759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-painful-enough-to-feel-sad-but-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3596231129801777759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3596231129801777759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-painful-enough-to-feel-sad-but-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3971644995541427696</id><published>2010-09-21T21:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:42:32.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bargainbooks4kids.com/images/The%20Tales%20of%20Beedle%20the%20Bard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.bargainbooks4kids.com/images/The%20Tales%20of%20Beedle%20the%20Bard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i got this book for $GD 5 at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51hmrLfM7%2BL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51hmrLfM7%2BL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most expensive book i bought this holiday. I'm so in love with this-youngest-king ever. Great story behind his fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TJi8g3SXiqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x6FIiUtZECA/s1600/IMG0147A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TJi8g3SXiqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x6FIiUtZECA/s320/IMG0147A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519368616125368994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep! Lately, I'm so in love with Mr. Gaiman. Such a great writer. I'm gonna start collecting his masterpieces. These books made me broke. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3971644995541427696?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3971644995541427696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-is-cup-of-coffee-and-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3971644995541427696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3971644995541427696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-is-cup-of-coffee-and-really.html' title='happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TJi8g3SXiqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x6FIiUtZECA/s72-c/IMG0147A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8777717921645447546</id><published>2010-09-17T21:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:31:00.390+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>not-another-indonesian-movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glowupmagazine.com/assets/post/2010/09/darah-garuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1078px; height: 783px;" src="http://glowupmagazine.com/assets/post/2010/09/darah-garuda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya gw bukan tipe orang yang hobi nonton film indonesia di bioskop mengingat film-film indonesia yang bertebaran di bioskop kalo ga horor ya porno atau bahkan horor yang porno, bingung? Sama, tipe film yang menurut gw murahan dan bikin gw ga napsu buat nonton film indonesia. Gw udah kangen film indonesia berkualitas macem &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Petualangan Sherina, Mengejar Matahari,GIE, Laskar Pelangi, Nagabonar, dsb&lt;/span&gt; yang punya alur cerita jelas dan karakter yang kuat, bukan film ngeliatin suster ngesot mandi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren malem temen gw, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt;, merekomendasikan film &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Darah Garuda&lt;/span&gt; ini yang merupakan film kedua dari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trilogi Merah Putih&lt;/span&gt;. Katanya abis nonton ini nasionalisme gw bakal meningkat. Ekspektasi awal gw sih ga begitu tinggi, soalnya kalo udah sekuel biasanya kualitas film menurun. Tapi karena gw udah nonton yang pertama dan cukup suka maka hari ini gw menjebak temen gw untuk nemenin nonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vibizlife.com/uploaded/Image/Music%20Film/AGUSTUS%2010/DARAH%20GARUDA%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 462px;" src="http://www.vibizlife.com/uploaded/Image/Music%20Film/AGUSTUS%2010/DARAH%20GARUDA%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak disangka tak dinyana, ini film &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPERDUPERTRUPER KEWL!&lt;/span&gt; Karakternya kuat, dengan akting yang baik, ditambah alur cerita yang terbangun dengan cukup baik. Saking terbawa emosi, gw gregetan banget liat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;betrayer&lt;/span&gt; yang ada di film. Bawaannya pengen gebok tuh orang pake &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bat softball&lt;/span&gt;. Satu lagi kelebihan film ini, om &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donny Alamsyah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He's so damn hot!&lt;/span&gt; Oke, dia ga se-kinclong Darius, but he's manly man! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vibizlife.com/uploaded/Image/Music%20Film/AGUSTUS%2010/DARAH%20GARUDA%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 383px;" src="http://www.vibizlife.com/uploaded/Image/Music%20Film/AGUSTUS%2010/DARAH%20GARUDA%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekurangan yang agak mengganggu dari film ini adalah, jeng jeng jeng! TEKS BAHASA INGGRIS-NYA! Gw gatau bgt deh, itu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;translate&lt;/span&gt;-nya pake &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;google translator&lt;/span&gt; ato apa, tapi ada beberapa bagian percakapan yang jadi aneh artinya. Overall nilai pribadi gw untuk film ini adalah 9/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really good movie to watch, highly recommended. Dan untuk yang suka film berdarah-darah dan penuh aksi, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8777717921645447546?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8777717921645447546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-another-indonesian-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8777717921645447546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8777717921645447546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-another-indonesian-movie.html' title='not-another-indonesian-movie'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8569968467482441220</id><published>2010-08-31T22:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:58:48.718+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>dear friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TH0l_yVePAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rUdHVQErpOY/s1600/tumblr_kwi9mxz0Tl1qa2ztto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TH0l_yVePAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rUdHVQErpOY/s320/tumblr_kwi9mxz0Tl1qa2ztto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511603296745176066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sorry for being such an asshole lately. i felt depressed, that's all.&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/3966474986481569994-8569968467482441220?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8569968467482441220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8569968467482441220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8569968467482441220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friends.html' title='dear friends,'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/TH0l_yVePAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rUdHVQErpOY/s72-c/tumblr_kwi9mxz0Tl1qa2ztto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6628055609701150402</id><published>2010-08-08T23:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:47:40.776+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>So long to a-so-called-holiday</title><content type='html'>which means: no vacation this summer holiday. Just having an internship for a month, doing an internship's report, ate a lot, read like a dozen of books, got insomnia, woke up late, watched some old movies, stuck in front of my laptop, shuffling my iPod, went to the malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last summer holiday as a college student. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester. New spirit. Bigger dream. Greater passion. Monster-size pressure ahead. Keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6628055609701150402?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6628055609701150402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-long-to-so-called-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6628055609701150402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6628055609701150402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-long-to-so-called-holiday.html' title='So long to a-so-called-holiday'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5413026996629989351</id><published>2010-08-08T22:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:51:26.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Balada Angkot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wisnuds.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/angkot_bdg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 190px;" src="http://wisnuds.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/angkot_bdg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angkot: angkutan kota.&lt;/span&gt; Alat Transportasi umum yang sangat mudah dijangkau. Berseliweran di sepanjang jalan, jumlahnya yang sangat banyak saat ini membuat jalanan di Bandung seperti tidak sanggup lagi menampung semua kendaraan umum ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengguna angkot berasal dari berbagai kalangan. Pria-wanita, tua-muda, kaya-miskin, dari tukang sayur hingga pegawai bank, dari preman sampai pelajar. Semua orang boleh naik. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no hirearchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aturan selalu sama: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kanan 7, kiri 5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam angkutan ini hidup kita secara langsung bersinggungan dengan hidup orang lain. Model sederhana dari yang dinamakan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;masyarakat&lt;/span&gt;. Interaksi antar individu. Penyederhanaan ilmu kehidupan. Sarana pembelajaran. Baik disadari ataupun tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita membantu seorang ibu naik dan menerima ucapan terimakasih, mengingatkan bahwa sekecil apapun kebaikan kita pasti akan dihargai. Ketika kita menginjak kaki penumpang lain maka kita dapat meminta maaf, kita belajar tentang etika. Bergeser untuk memberi tempat bagi orang lain. Menurunkan ego dan menahan emosi saat supir &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ngetem&lt;/span&gt; berpuluh-puluh menit. Berpikir ulang tentang kesenjangan sosial ketika orang di sebelah kiri saya asik sendiri bermain &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gadget&lt;/span&gt; mahal yang dia miliki sedangkan di depan saya seorang bapak berpipi cekung, berbadan sangat kurus, dengan muka terlihat letih menggendong anaknya. Frame kehidupan yang terlihat sangat memprihatinkan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It was like slap in the face for me!&lt;/span&gt; Secara langsung saya diingatkan untuk bersyukur bahwa apa yang saya miliki saat ini sangatlah banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya sikap yang biasa kita tunjukkan saat naik angkot dapat memproyeksikan sikap dan perilaku kita dalam menjalani hidup. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tidak setuju?&lt;/span&gt; Karena terdengar terlalu sempit untuk menilai sifat seseorang hanya dalam momen pendek di dalam angkot? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just think about it&lt;/span&gt;, sesuatu yang kita lakukan, secara tidak sadar berawal dari suatu kebiasaan yang kemudian menjadi suatu sifat atau tindakan yang akan kita ambil dalam menghadapi sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wednesday, August 4th 2010. Angkot Cicaheum-Ciroyom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell ya later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5413026996629989351?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5413026996629989351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/balada-angkot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5413026996629989351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5413026996629989351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/balada-angkot.html' title='Balada Angkot'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4318750346444113561</id><published>2010-08-05T21:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:41:36.815+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>B for Brown Leather Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starstyleinc.com/prps-brown-leather-jacket-pic21652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 567px;" src="http://www.starstyleinc.com/prps-brown-leather-jacket-pic21652.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOxEcObUqjo/SryOTQ2B_zI/AAAAAAAAExM/d5aKFCqm0yc/s400/Emma+Watson+arrives+lax+with+brown+leather+jacket+chanel+sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOxEcObUqjo/SryOTQ2B_zI/AAAAAAAAExM/d5aKFCqm0yc/s400/Emma+Watson+arrives+lax+with+brown+leather+jacket+chanel+sunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i94/gwendog/fashion/223DGDolceGabbanaleatherjacket3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 556px;" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i94/gwendog/fashion/223DGDolceGabbanaleatherjacket3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frankyfashion.com/thumb_img/999L_1166554692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.frankyfashion.com/thumb_img/999L_1166554692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yes! I'm craving for brown leather jacket!&lt;/span&gt; Too bad, I just can't get it out of my head, and my mom give me some advice: go to Garut! There're plenty of these. yea, rite! -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4318750346444113561?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4318750346444113561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/b-for-brown-leather-jacket.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4318750346444113561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4318750346444113561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/08/b-for-brown-leather-jacket.html' title='B for Brown Leather Jacket'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOxEcObUqjo/SryOTQ2B_zI/AAAAAAAAExM/d5aKFCqm0yc/s72-c/Emma+Watson+arrives+lax+with+brown+leather+jacket+chanel+sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7118790319499451527</id><published>2010-07-24T13:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:38:07.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've passed all summer days driving&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of holidays ruined&lt;br /&gt;No more take-away's, expired food&lt;br /&gt;I need a full day diving&lt;br /&gt;Tons of heavyweight food&lt;br /&gt;Roosters from the sister islands too&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PHOENIX - Summer Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn! i need a real holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7118790319499451527?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7118790319499451527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-passed-all-summer-days-driving-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7118790319499451527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7118790319499451527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-passed-all-summer-days-driving-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7409615319056269647</id><published>2010-07-18T21:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:24:01.918+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Some Review: Post Internship</title><content type='html'>ALOHA! How's your holiday people? Berita paling penting abad ini adalah: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm done with my internship!&lt;/span&gt; Wohoooo! Keprok barudak! Akhirnya gw bisa leha-leha di rumah, tidak perlu lagi ke kantor tiap hari 8-5, ga perlu ukur COD, ngurusin bioreaktor, ngasih makan mikroba, dan lainnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you earlier that i have to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;walk home&lt;/span&gt; everyday from BPPT BTL Puspitek to Perum Puspitek IVJ10? First of all, my estimation is, oh yeah I'm walking home for about 2.5 kms a day. Tapi pada suatu hari senin di minggu terakhir gw KP, temen seperjalanan gw, Annisa Kurnia Maulida dengan berani bertanya pada tukang ojek yang kita tumpangi di pagi hari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Icha&lt;/span&gt;: Bang, dari sini sampe BTL berapa kilo sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abang ojek&lt;/span&gt;: Wah, ya lumayan neng, 4 kilo mah ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JEGER! 4 KILOMETER SODARA-SODARI!&lt;/span&gt; Gw jalan 4 km sehari! Di saat gw curhat dan mengharapkan belas kasihan temen gw, yg gw dapet adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt;: have i told you that i have to walk home everyday for about 2.5 kms? Doh! it's 4 kms actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AK&lt;/span&gt;: wow! amajing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt;: yea, rite! gw bangga sama diri gw sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AK&lt;/span&gt;: you should be proud of yourself, lo kandidat terkuat untuk main di Piala Dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, gw amat sangat lega KP udah beres. Walopun masih utang laporan. Karena, 1 hal penting yg gw pelajari dari KP, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kuliah lebih enak dari kerja! Percayalah!&lt;/span&gt; Kenapa? karena kalo lo udah kerja, lo ga boleh salah. Kalo project lo gagal, well, your head in the smashers. No excuses. No room for mistakes. Dan, kalo lo ngeluh lo bosen sama apa yg lo kerjain, lo gabisa nyelesain pekerjaan dgn baik, people just don't care dan mereka akan dgn senang hati ngambil kerjaan lo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dunia pekerjaan itu keras jendral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama gw KP, gw berasa jadi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anak Gaul Serpong//Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;. Kenapa? Karena dalam kurun waktu 1 bulan gw nonton film di bioskop 4 kali, keliling mall di Serpong udah tamat, naik busway dari ujung ke ujung udah dilakonin, ngegaul di mall Jakarta tiap minggu, naik bus 102 dari senayan ke ciputat? udah! Kurang gaul apa? Yang bener2 berkurang pastinya adalah uang. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UANG!&lt;/span&gt; Beneran ga sehat deh jalan di Jakarta. Dan, yak! duit gw juga abis buat beli buku, KENAPA BANYAK TOKO BUKU DISKON SELAMA GW KP?!! KENAPA?!! *mulai garuk-garuk rak buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then. I think I'm gonna miss my time at Serpong// Venessa's house, BTL, silly conversation till midnight w/ Venes, Icha, Reni, our girls days out, even walking home for 4kms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs039.snc4/34334_1345485279605_1305454537_30876431_8325397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs039.snc4/34334_1345485279605_1305454537_30876431_8325397_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bocah penghuni IVJ10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's a beginning. There's an ending. That's life, isn't it? But for me the process is worth to remember, that's how we learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7409615319056269647?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7409615319056269647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-review-post-internship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7409615319056269647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7409615319056269647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-review-post-internship.html' title='Some Review: Post Internship'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6080858945172053063</id><published>2010-06-23T09:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:32:56.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie last night and i successfully &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;! Don't think that I'm such a cheesy person. But, HEY! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I GROWN UP WITH THESE STORIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my college best friends re-watched Toy Story 1 on my birthday surprise last year instead of study bioinformatics and my friends just forgot to go home. It feels so nostalgic when I watched the sequel yesterday. I still remember how Andy really loves his toys, the optimistic Woody, and Buzz Lightyear who's always there for infinity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://antikewl.com/daily/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/toy_story_3_andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 581px; height: 295px;" src="http://antikewl.com/daily/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/toy_story_3_andy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It really broke my heart, no, make me realize that I really grown up with the movies when I saw Andy's going to the college. And it really touch my heart when Andy plays with his toys for the last time before he go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/10/12/toy-story-3-trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/10/12/toy-story-3-trailer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EL BUZZO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney's movies always win my heart. It always has a meaning, we can learn something from the simple characters, the smart jokes, the soundtracks, the settings, the colors, and the romance sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buzz lightyear, he's always there for infinity and beyond. The most special thing about Woody is that he’ll never give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt; as a backsound.&lt;br /&gt;And then I just cry! &lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6080858945172053063?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6080858945172053063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6080858945172053063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6080858945172053063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7333744495186265300</id><published>2010-06-21T08:07:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:03:45.748+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Berpusing (keliling.red) Jakarta</title><content type='html'>ALOHA. Salam Sejahtera teman-teman sejawat yang berada di dalam ataupun luar ruangan.&lt;br /&gt;Udah 2 minggu gw KP, dan tiap hari kerjaannya: ukur COD-Geje-MLSS-Geje-SV30-Geje-ukur pH-Geje. Kenapa ga nyicil buat laporan KP? Pertanyaan cerdas yang jawabannya adalah: I can't do something perfectly without a little (read:superbig) pressure called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt;. Oleh karena itu, weekend kemaren gw memilih bertandang ke Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh pengharapan dan diiringi doa, gw naik feeder busway BSD yang katanya lewat PS. Dengan baik hati Nana sms buat ngecek gw gmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt; Udah naik feeder belom tong? lo dmn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; Udah, bisnya gaul yak. cowok belakang gw arab ganteng (*gw tau tidak menjawab pertanyaan). Ini tuh gw turun di dpn PS langsung aja kan yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt; Iye, itu terminal kedua. Pokonya liat aja ada pilar2 turqoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. jadi ada 2 terminal Senayan gt? Hoh. Baiklah, gw ga buta warna. pilar turqoise. turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-10menit kemudian-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; Na, gw ampir salah turun di Ratu Plaza. Dodol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-5menit kemudian-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan sukses kelewatan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plaza Senayan&lt;/span&gt;-nya. Untung si bus berenti di depan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Senayan City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw: &lt;/span&gt;Apaan kagak ada pilar turqoise2 an! Tipu lo! menjerumuskan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nana: &lt;/span&gt;Lah itu pilar warna turqoise semua nyong! (sambil nunjuk pilar PS) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw: &lt;/span&gt;Hoh. Gw nyariin terminal dgn pilar turqoise, pantesan ga nemu. Bego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met Nana, Desy, Amel and had lunch at Sushi Tei. Beres gosip kanan kiri depan belakang atas bawah kita nyebrang ke Sency karena tergoda &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jakarta Great Sale &lt;/span&gt;(percayalah event ini sungguh tidak baik bagi kesehatan keuangan anda). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena gw berniat nginep di rumah sodara yg berlokasi di Bintaro gw berniat naik Trans Bintaro yang konon lewat PS, di jadwal tercantum pukul 19.30 bis berangkat.&lt;br /&gt;19.15: udah nongkrong di depan PS. Bis yang lewat: metromini. &lt;br /&gt;19.30: oh mungkin bisnya baru jalan dr Ratu Plaza. &lt;br /&gt;19.45: duh, mana yak bisnya. macet kali yah.&lt;br /&gt;20.00: kampret nih bis kagak lewat!&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gw terselamatkan oleh Desy yang masih nungguin bokapnya nonton bareng piala dunia dan pulang bareng dia. Sungguh penyelamat hidup. Ampir gw nangis merangung-raung di depan PS gara2 gatau jalan pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis dijemput bude di Ohlala Bintaro, bukannya pulang malah diajak makan di sektor9 (entah apa namanya pokonya banyak tukang jualan) dan sampe rumah jam stengah 1 aja. *ini bude gw apa2an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAY2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bude gw ngajak ke GI yang tentu ga mungkin (emang pengen) gw tolak. Taro mobil di PIM, sarapan donat, keluar. Gw kira mau langsung naik busway, ternyata: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAIK BAJAJ&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, akhirnya gw merasakan naik kendaraan-yang-konon-katanya-paling-geter-sejagad raya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dedidwitagama.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/bajaj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 588px; height: 392px;" src="http://dedidwitagama.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/bajaj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kendaraan-tergoyang-abad-ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turun di Blok M, baru lanjut naek busway ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhEevApNlBA/SjcGbPy6bSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXnQLuW7hrQ/s400/1di-dalam-busway-mau-ke-ancol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhEevApNlBA/SjcGbPy6bSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXnQLuW7hrQ/s400/1di-dalam-busway-mau-ke-ancol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis makan siang, lanjut lagi mem-busway sampe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kota Tua&lt;/span&gt;. Karena ada acara-entah-apa, kota tua super penuh. Zzzz. Akhirnya balik lagi naik busway ke PIM. Itu busway arah lebak bulus penuhnya ga ketulungan, sopirnya ngebut, tukang rem mendadak, gw ga dapet tempat duduk, kaki diinjek bapak2. Untung gw balik PIM dalam keadaan utuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs100.snc4/36347_1358306269998_1001756781_30863818_1442409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs100.snc4/36347_1358306269998_1001756781_30863818_1442409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw dan tante-paling-gokil-sedunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran penting naik busway: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JANGAN SEKALI-SEKALI LUPA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cukur bulu ketek dan pakailah deodoran tiap hari, jangan! jangan gunakan minyak wangi 1 Liter, &lt;br /&gt;-kalo sopirnya ngebut timpuk pake payung ataupun paku yang ada payungnya,&lt;br /&gt;-gaya yang lagi in di kalangan anak SMP-kecepetean-puber Jakarta adalah pake softlens warna-warni plus kacamata frame gede warna-warni, tidak lupa menggunakan kalung ataupun syal yang menjuntai-juntai seperti janur kuning.&lt;br /&gt;Keliling di Jakarta diakhiri dengan ngopi dan menonton akrobat-yang-loncat2-dari-rusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS AMIGOS.&lt;br /&gt;sampai jumpa di holiday report berikutnya (karena gw males report ttg KP tentu saja)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7333744495186265300?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7333744495186265300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/berpusing-kelilingred-jakarta-day1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7333744495186265300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7333744495186265300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/berpusing-kelilingred-jakarta-day1.html' title='Berpusing (keliling.red) Jakarta'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhEevApNlBA/SjcGbPy6bSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nXnQLuW7hrQ/s72-c/1di-dalam-busway-mau-ke-ancol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8885797437858196480</id><published>2010-06-15T16:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:50:54.545+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>Again.&lt;br /&gt;Again. &lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to take it seriously when a friend of mine say, &lt;br /&gt;"I think he has a crush on you!"&lt;br /&gt;Do I? Should I? *sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8885797437858196480?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8885797437858196480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8885797437858196480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8885797437858196480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/again.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-245350637820624049</id><published>2010-06-03T20:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:50:55.189+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Liburan Pra-Kerja Praktek</title><content type='html'>Apa kabar tuan/puan? Selamat merayakan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIBUR MUSIM PANAS&lt;/span&gt; bagi yang menjalankan. Yak, taun ini gw harus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kerja praktek&lt;/span&gt; di saat liburan naik tingkat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekedar informasi tidak penting, gw KP di Puspitek Serpong. Bagi orang bandung seperti gw, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OHMAYGAT SERPONG IS SO DAMN HOT&lt;/span&gt;! Ini dalam artian sebenarnya yah bok! Dan di puspitek kagak ada angkutan-umum-paling-brilian-dan-berangin-abad-ini (baca&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;: OJEK&lt;/span&gt;) jadi kita tiap hari harus jalan kaki dari gerbang depan ke dalem dan ga ada emang jualan makanan di sekitar sono.  Harapannya sih balik bandung jadi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;langsing&lt;/span&gt;, yah mentok-mentok langsung pingsan keabisan tenaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis ketemu pembimbing pertama kali kemaren, jam 12 siang, matahari ga kenal ampun, debu-debu berterbangan, belom makan dari pagi, kita jalan kaki aja ke gerbang depan. Niat awal udah manis, keluar dari rimba puspitek makan nasi padang. Malang tak dapat ditolak, untung kejebak macet di pasar induk serpong. Kita &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NYASAR JAUH&lt;/span&gt; dan nyebrang ngelewatin padang rumput. Oh, I’m so impressed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena mulai KP minggu depan, gw di rumah ga ada kerjaan. Well, seharusnya gw studi literatur tentang&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; biodegradasi cemaran minyak bumi&lt;/span&gt; yang jadi tema KP gw, tapi pada kenyataannya adalah: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bangun siang-sarapan jam 9-internetan/nonton tv/nonton dvd/ baca buku (harap diingat bukan buku yang berkaitan dengan KP ataupun kuliah)-makan siang jam 2an-internetan/nonton tv/nonton dvd/ baca buku/tidur siang-ngemil-nungguin ibu pulang bawa makan malem-nonton dvd/internetan-tidur jam 1an&lt;/span&gt;. MAMPUS. Gw yakin ini badan udah kayak &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garfield&lt;/span&gt;, pipi udah jatoh. Ini gabisa dibiarkan. Seminggu lagi aja gw kayak gini, bisa-bisa gw manggil tukang kursi buat masang roda di kursi gw gara2 susah jalan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s yours friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-245350637820624049?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/245350637820624049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/liburan-pra-kerja-praktek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/245350637820624049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/245350637820624049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/liburan-pra-kerja-praktek.html' title='Liburan Pra-Kerja Praktek'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1917284491363527673</id><published>2010-06-02T19:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:36:50.813+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because sometimes, the problem is you dont really care about love. So you stay single. It makes your whole life easier, in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sabarb's tweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes. Easier life? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1917284491363527673?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1917284491363527673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-sometimes-problem-is-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1917284491363527673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1917284491363527673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-sometimes-problem-is-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-788466998070797477</id><published>2010-05-28T20:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:39:43.611+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Prince of Persia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S__YmmVTvGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qDcp8uPxfj0/s1600/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-gyllenhaal-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S__YmmVTvGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qDcp8uPxfj0/s320/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-gyllenhaal-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476333829542362210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie last night. Why? Because we didn't get Robin Hood tickets. Haha. Not complaining at all, because the movie is&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; SUPERCOOL!&lt;/span&gt; I love the settings, slow-motion effects, properties, especially &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/span&gt;. Some people don't like the ending, but hey! It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disney's&lt;/span&gt;! There's no such thing as sad ending at Disney fairy tales. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c0181321.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/PHsLZwtuvA84ws_1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 678px;" src="http://c0181321.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/PHsLZwtuvA84ws_1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me! He's so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAMN HOT&lt;/span&gt;! *faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it so much! Happy long weekend people! Smell ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-788466998070797477?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/788466998070797477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/prince-of-persia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/788466998070797477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/788466998070797477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/prince-of-persia.html' title='Prince of Persia'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S__YmmVTvGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qDcp8uPxfj0/s72-c/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-gyllenhaal-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-818417375812502167</id><published>2010-05-26T21:25:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:10:01.904+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Mrs.SUPER-GENIUS-WRITER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:c8zEElGvZH2DDM::www.topfoto.co.uk/gallery/blyton/images/prevs/0361862.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=250&amp;w=201&amp;usg=__jyalacnd9HDwqHJ3ZHcRZYbNq7s="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 250px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:c8zEElGvZH2DDM::www.topfoto.co.uk/gallery/blyton/images/prevs/0361862.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=250&amp;w=201&amp;usg=__jyalacnd9HDwqHJ3ZHcRZYbNq7s=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't know about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mrs. Enid Blyton&lt;/span&gt;? Haven't heard anything about this-super-genius-storyteller? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Famous Five&lt;/span&gt; (Lima Sekawan)? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secret Seven Society&lt;/span&gt; (Sapta Siaga)? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Malory Towers&lt;/span&gt;? Well, she wrote more than 700 hundred books. I started read her book since I was 7. Her adventure-books are AWESOME! I can't stop reading it. Until now (sorry for being so childish, guilty pleasure really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nRarO6QkDCufIM::helloji.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/famous-five.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=284&amp;w=177&amp;usg=__ldshenvcn4n6rh9Lonb28gtGETU="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 284px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nRarO6QkDCufIM::helloji.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/famous-five.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=284&amp;w=177&amp;usg=__ldshenvcn4n6rh9Lonb28gtGETU=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me and my friends had a little talk about our childhood heroes. No, not Superman, Spiderman, or whatever. But Julian, Dick, George, Anne, and Timmy. I found it funny that we really grow up at the same era, watch the same cartoons, and read the same books. How we really wish that we have a dog as smart as Timmy, have our own island just like George, supercool brother like Julian and Dick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-818417375812502167?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/818417375812502167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/mrssuper-genius-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/818417375812502167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/818417375812502167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/mrssuper-genius-writer.html' title='Mrs.SUPER-GENIUS-WRITER'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2268184921599533234</id><published>2010-05-26T20:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:13:16.163+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grow up. Get a life. You can't live just by yourself. We're a human being. Be socialized. Look who's really care for you. Realize who's gonna help you. I will never judging you. For sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2268184921599533234?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2268184921599533234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2268184921599533234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2268184921599533234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-565304140308273014</id><published>2010-05-23T20:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:11:31.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiet please, turn it off, shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Slow down your tan, I'm gonna miss you a lot &lt;br /&gt;There it goes, your tears again. This is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, your tears again. As you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's hard to tell what kind, they do look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no that ain't what I said&lt;br /&gt;Oh no that ain't what I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One Time Too Many - Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-565304140308273014?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/565304140308273014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/quiet-please-turn-it-off-shut-it-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/565304140308273014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/565304140308273014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/quiet-please-turn-it-off-shut-it-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-4344477576508124311</id><published>2010-05-17T12:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:51:43.190+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>J is for JUMPSUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww26/mahafifie/jumpsuit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 300px;" src="http://i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww26/mahafifie/jumpsuit3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebeauty-me.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/jumpsuits-and-relaxed-pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 568px; height: 591px;" src="http://thebeauty-me.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/jumpsuits-and-relaxed-pants.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secondcitystyle.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451595d69e2011168461dc3970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 486px; height: 432px;" src="http://secondcitystyle.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451595d69e2011168461dc3970c-800wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cents-of-style.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/trend_jumpsuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 404px;" src="http://www.cents-of-style.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/trend_jumpsuits.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for jumpsuit right now! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You, yes you&lt;/span&gt;! Will you buy me one? Aaaarrggghhh! Gotta find a way to get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-4344477576508124311?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/4344477576508124311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/jump-with-your-jumpsuit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4344477576508124311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/4344477576508124311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/jump-with-your-jumpsuit.html' title='J is for JUMPSUIT'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-551160917033487933</id><published>2010-05-16T20:28:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:23:39.202+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Fenomena Korea di Bumi Ganesha</title><content type='html'>Siapa gatau Suju? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Super Junior?&lt;/span&gt; Pasti semua tau, oke paling engga pernah denger. Untuk yang gatau, Suju adalah boyband (yang konon katanya) cowok dengan anggota belasan orang, musik upbeat, joget2, dan terkadang pake jepit warna pink. Bingung? Silakan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt; di Google engine anda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya sih gw ga ambil pusing sama orang-orang yang emang suka Korea, ini masalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;selera&lt;/span&gt;. Gw ga protes nyokap suka Jazz dan musik klasik, sedangkan bokap suka lagu cem Pance F Pondag (penyanyi terkenal jaman dulu yang nyanyi diiringin keyboard dengan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chord&lt;/span&gt; C, D, Am, G berulang2) dan The Beegees. Ga ada yang bisa maksain selera musik orang, masa orang yang suka dangdut dipaksa denger musik klasik, atopun sebaliknya? Bisa klenger mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi fenomena Suju ini menurut gw udah keterlaluan. At first, I just think &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's just not my music&lt;/span&gt;. But today, all i can say is, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK?! I'm getting sick of these kind of stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan bermaksud untuk skeptis sama temen2 yang suka band-band korea, tapi hari ini gw baru liat di Youtube ada segerombolan anak ITB yang nari Suju di depan tangga oktagon. Koreografinya bagus, kostumnya superniat. I mean, segitunya? Harus banget yah kalian joget-joget gitu saking sukanya sama Suju dan merayakan keluarnya album baru mereka dengan kayak begituan. Apa ga lebih baik uang dan energi kalian digunain buat yang lain, belajar, ato jadi supir angkot misalnya dan keluwesan badan kalian bisa digunain buat nari daerah. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And something just pop into my mind&lt;/span&gt;, mereka bisa dengan semangatnya latian niruin tarian Suju, tapi apa mereka bisa, paling engga mencoba belajar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tari daerah Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;? Segitu cintanya mereka sama Suju, ngikutin beritanya, nonton filmnya, sampe gw rasa ngalahin rasa cinta sama negara sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Suju-sujuan ini udah mewabah banget di Indonesia, orang-orang jadi semangat belajar bahasa Korea, budaya Korea, dan koreak-koreak lainnya. Apakah mereka udah segitu kenalnya sama budaya Indonesia sampe mati-matian belajar budaya orang, yang gw yakin jawabannya sebagian besar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo kata temen gw ini udah jadi polemik, kalo keterusan bisa bahaya, ini lebih parah dari anime. Dan gw rasa kalo masyarakat Indonesia gini terus bisa-bisa kita dijajah sama Koreak. Gw angkat tangan tanpa tangan. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Is it me who take it too seriously, or what?&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi ini cuman buah pikiran gw, terserah anda setuju atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Smell ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-551160917033487933?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/551160917033487933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/fenomena-korea-di-bumi-ganesha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/551160917033487933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/551160917033487933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/fenomena-korea-di-bumi-ganesha.html' title='Fenomena Korea di Bumi Ganesha'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7207494020208676913</id><published>2010-05-11T20:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:44:32.347+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Renungan untuk orang terhormat bangsa ini</title><content type='html'>Weekend kemaren gw ditinggal pergi sama nyokap dan adek gw yang asik-asik liburan ke kupang di saat anaknya yang satu ini lagi jatuh bangun melawan rasa malas buat belajar UAS (walopun akhirnya tetep males juga, haha)dan dikejar-kejar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt; tugas yang sangat keji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil makan malam nyokap gw cerita pengalaman dia selama di Kupang. Dia cerita kalo orang Kupang itu masih kurang pandai berhitung, menjual suatu jenis makanan dengan harga yang amat sangat murah yang sudah jelas mereka tidak mendapatkan keuntungan yang cukup untuk hidup. Betapa bagusnya alam di sana, pantai yang masih sangat bersih, makanan yang enak di restoran pinggir pantai, dan lain sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekembalinya ke Jakarta, nyokap naik bus Cipaganti dari Cengkareng ke Bandung. Di bis ini ada serombongan orang yang ngakunya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anggota dewan&lt;/span&gt;, entah dewan perwakilan rakyat atau dewan juri, tapi kelakuannya sangat keterlaluan dan cenderung memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah jalan mereka nyetel CD dangdut yang mereka bawa sendiri dengan volume superkenceng, waktu diminta sama nyokap buat ngecilin eh malah tambah digedein. Nyokap masih sabar. Mereka ngomong dengan volume setara klakson kapal laut dengan asumsi kapal-laut-dengan-radius-5km-di-laut-denger-dan-orang-yang-denger-dengan-jarak-deket-kupingnya-akan-berdarah-secara-mengenaskan. Seharusnya bis yang ditumpangin nyokap lapor di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rest area&lt;/span&gt; cipularang KM 57, tapi si bapak-bapak yang katanya dewan ini maksa supirnya buat berenti dulu di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rest area&lt;/span&gt; sebelom KM 57 dengan alesan mereka laper. Gw ulangin nih ya, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEREKA LAPER!&lt;/span&gt; Si supir sempet nolak permintaan bapak-dewan-gatau-malu (BDGM). Apakah doi diem? Tentu tidak! BDGM langsung nyerocos, protes ke supirnya, mengungkit bahwa dia adalah (katanya sih) anggota dewan, orang terhormat, gabisa kelaperan (kesian juga nih orang ga pernah puasa), bahwa bis ini akan dia laporkan ke media massa (yang seharusnya supir itu ngadu ke koran perihal BDGM ini), yang akhirnya si supir yang malang itu ngalah. Udah sampe Bandung si rombongan BDGM itu minta si supir nganterin sampe ke hotel tempat mereka nginep yang ditolak sama supirnya (YA IYALAH! KALO MAU DIANTER SAMPE HOTEL BAYAR YANG 150RB, BAYAR 70RB AJA BANYAK PROTES! KATANYA ANGGOTA DEWAN! KAYA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari cerita nyokap itu gw dipaksa untuk berpikir. Kenapa orang yang katanya terhormat, seperti anggota dewan tersebut bisa memperlakukan orang lain seperti itu. Sebenernya apa parameter dari pemilihan anggota dewan di Indonesia serendah itu, sampai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;otak yang sedikit berisi dan rasa empati&lt;/span&gt; pada orang lain udah dicoret dari daftar penjang persyaratan calon dewan, yang diantaranya banyak cakap dan mampu membiayai kampanye dengan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cost&lt;/span&gt; yang bisa buat ngasih makan orang di Afrika selama 5 taun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan setelah gw pikir ulang, apakah para anggota dewan tersebut SADAR bahwa supir bis inilah yang menggaji mereka dengan membayar pajak dari hasil kerja keras dia selama 1 bulan. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;apa mereka ga malu bicara sekasar itu sama orang yang jelas-jelas menggaji mereka?&lt;/span&gt; Apakah dengan menjadi anggota dewan anda merasa paling hebat? Apakah anda lupa pada orang yang bekerja keras dan menyisihkan uang dari sedikit uang yang mereka hasilkan untuk membayar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pesawat yang anda tumpangi, hotel tempat anda menginap, steak import yang anda makan, sepatu dan tas bermerk yang anda belikan untuk istri, uang sekolah anak anda di luar negeri, biaya liburan keliling eropa, ngopi di &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan bermaksud menggurui, tapi lebih pada renungan diri, evaluasi, tamparan untuk diri sendiri. Karena di atas langit ada langit. Tolong bapak-bapak dewan (yang katanya terhormat) sedikit renungkan, ingat kembali, siapa yang menggaji anda, perbaiki sikap anda, karena tidak ada orang yang lebih terhormat dari orang yang menghargai orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan semoga saya menjadi orang yang lebih baik lagi untuk esok dan seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7207494020208676913?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7207494020208676913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-kemaren-gw-ditinggal-pergi-sama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7207494020208676913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7207494020208676913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-kemaren-gw-ditinggal-pergi-sama.html' title='Renungan untuk orang terhormat bangsa ini'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1557732558419924476</id><published>2010-05-02T20:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:00:27.980+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>all grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92E508bU7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/xUtxaqSshb4/s1600/2406892269_38df085aa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92E508bU7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/xUtxaqSshb4/s400/2406892269_38df085aa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466671651697152946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice when you wanna do something crazy, where the hell is spontaneity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take most of the problem super seriously, when did the last time you're having so much fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you do something you already think about the impact, when did the last time you do something just because you wanna know what will happen next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you really miss your friends and want to meet them, where the hell are they? All is busy with their own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time you ride your bicycle? Seems a thousand years ago, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the excitement when you were having a new experience? sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by we become wiser they say, but we forget how to have fun in the other hand. We're all growing up day by day and no one can stop the ticking tock time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some wistful thinking after re-watch some old serial movie I used to watch when I was on junior high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1557732558419924476?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1557732558419924476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1557732558419924476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1557732558419924476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-grown-up.html' title='all grown up'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92E508bU7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/xUtxaqSshb4/s72-c/2406892269_38df085aa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1705915109066243077</id><published>2010-04-30T21:53:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:52:40.144+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>FermentStation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S9rvuyhnpvI/AAAAAAAAANk/UwqgdJQa-Hw/s1600/25852_1275251163796_1305454537_30711315_5678405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S9rvuyhnpvI/AAAAAAAAANk/UwqgdJQa-Hw/s400/25852_1275251163796_1305454537_30711315_5678405_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465944684883322610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our another project after &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;microbiology International Excursion goes to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. We did it guys! No one can stop us to make a successful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tears, emotions, laughs, yells, underpressure. What we give is what we got! Thank Allah I'm one of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;microbiology 2007 crew.&lt;/span&gt; You guys are superb, multitalented, smart, passionate, a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S-rARODlDAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wANUfRFOdJo/s1600/30639_1347427260236_1667955666_794980_2335004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S-rARODlDAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wANUfRFOdJo/s400/30639_1347427260236_1667955666_794980_2335004_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470396099458305026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We are not what you think we are, WE ARE GOLDEN, WE ARE GOLDEN"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MIKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn proud and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;see ya folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1705915109066243077?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1705915109066243077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/fermentstation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1705915109066243077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1705915109066243077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/fermentstation.html' title='FermentStation'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S9rvuyhnpvI/AAAAAAAAANk/UwqgdJQa-Hw/s72-c/25852_1275251163796_1305454537_30711315_5678405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1938285301757491994</id><published>2010-04-14T21:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:52:44.004+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUNJUKKAN!</title><content type='html'>Kamu bilang kamu peduli.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika diajak berdiskusi, kamu menolak.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika keputusan sudah diambil namun tidak sesuai keinginan, kamu berbicara di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika diajak memutuskan, kamu hanya diam.&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bertanya tentang kekompakan, ketika kamu manjadi panitia suatu acara kamu berteriak "mana yang lain?!", ketika orang lain membuat acara DIMANA KAMU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;berhenti protes jika kamu memilih tidak ikut serta dalam memutuskan padahal kamu punya hak untuk itu&lt;/span&gt;. Jangan hanya ucapan. Tunjukkan komitmen. Perlihatkan kontribusi. Perkataan hanyalah omong kosong belaka. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BERBUATLAH SESUATU JIKA KAMU MEMANG PEDULI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1938285301757491994?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1938285301757491994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/tunjukkan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1938285301757491994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1938285301757491994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/tunjukkan.html' title='TUNJUKKAN!'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8084654304395760023</id><published>2010-04-08T19:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:09:53.564+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Aal izz Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S73PLzY6xmI/AAAAAAAAANc/xiaVQ9dh4pQ/s1600/200px-Threeidiots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S73PLzY6xmI/AAAAAAAAANc/xiaVQ9dh4pQ/s400/200px-Threeidiots2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457746125123143266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last movie i've seen recently. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Impresif&lt;/span&gt;. Gw bukan orang yang sejak SD suka nonton film india tentang inspektur-kejam-ngejar-penjahat-ganteng-yang-ibunya-buta-dan-pacarnya sangat-cantik ataupun pilem yang isinya cewek-cowok asik joget-joget sambil ujan-ujanan di taman terus tiba-tiba nikah, jadi ekspektasi gw ga segitu tingginya. But I really enjoyed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humornya cerdas, bisa diliat dari dialog antar pemain. Jalan ceritanya simpel, tapi sangat menggambarkan kehidupan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mahasiswa teknik&lt;/span&gt; (i'm not an engineering student, but HELLO! EVEN ITB KILLS SCIENTISTS TOO!) sehari-hari. Gimana rasanya osjur, berantem sama temen, stres ngerjain ujian, ribut sama dosen, punya temen seangkatan yang sifatnya sama kayak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;silencer&lt;/span&gt; (HEY! i know someone who sees a high rank and do anything to get it), and even if you and your friends called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IDIOTS&lt;/span&gt;, there's always 1 of your friends who's clear headed, trust me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling nempel di otak gw adalah jargon hidup si pemeran utama, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AAL IZZ WELL&lt;/span&gt;, kayaknya sih plesetan dari &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all is well&lt;/span&gt;. Intinya, tiap menghadapi masalah, bohongi hati kalian dengan menganggap semua akan baik-baik aja, buat hati dan pikiran tenang supaya kita bisa menyelesaikan masalah dengan baik, bukannya langsung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bunuh diri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;our heart is a big coward, you have to fool your heart by saying all is well. it won't solve your problem instantly but it'll gain your boldness to solve it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks!&lt;br /&gt;whatever you're heading, AL IZZ WELL.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8084654304395760023?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8084654304395760023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/aal-izz-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8084654304395760023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8084654304395760023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/04/aal-izz-well.html' title='Aal izz Well'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S73PLzY6xmI/AAAAAAAAANc/xiaVQ9dh4pQ/s72-c/200px-Threeidiots2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5233302594712785364</id><published>2010-02-28T21:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:24:56.897+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long weekend&lt;/span&gt; is a term used in Western countries to denote a weekend that is at least three days long (a three-day weekend), due to a holiday falling on either the Friday or Monday (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great time for the past 3 days. I've been dreaming for this long weekend since like a month ago. I really need a break from ITB (my friend said: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSTITUT BANYAK TUGAS&lt;/span&gt;). Blah! I'm sick of chores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night my mom treat me at the kiosk and bought me a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie Cullum's CD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; my beloved uncle came to Bandung and it felt like WOW! He's my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"uncle jesse"&lt;/span&gt;, just like in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Full House TV series&lt;/span&gt; (not a korean one, the one with Olsen's twins in it). Oh, he's so lovely. As a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;family driver&lt;/span&gt; I took my mom and sister to my aunties, then we ate mie lengkong. When we were at my aunties, my sister told me that she won an astronomy olympic. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; To celebrate it, we went to Ngopi Doeloe and McD. I have to admit that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my mom is so GAUL!&lt;/span&gt; haha. She loves to hang out at Ngopi Doeloe. OH GEEZ! *tolong oeeeeeee! We arrived home about midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; we went to my grandmas, had a brunch with a big family, went to bookstore, and picking up my sister at Goethe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1st plan: doing my chores, report, and blablabla.&lt;/span&gt; actual: went to campus&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; --&gt; &lt;/span&gt; DPA meeting, playing softball with Nungky and Abam, home tournament Nymphaea. Report = BIG ZERO. CHORES = *what? sorry i didn't catch that. Oh, and yes! My dad came home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few words: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm so unproductive for this whole weekend&lt;/span&gt;. But I feel so damn happy! YIPPIE!&lt;br /&gt;How about yours? See ya folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5233302594712785364?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5233302594712785364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5233302594712785364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5233302594712785364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1709653330882377241</id><published>2010-02-22T15:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:19:53.137+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>A-Short-Post in the middle of chaos</title><content type='html'>Di tengah praktikum Prinsip Teknik Fermentasi, Mikrobiologi Analitik, Asisten praktikum mikrobiologi, deadline topik TA untuk metpen, laporan PTF, dan segala kerjaan yang belum selesai dikerjakan tiba2 muncul hasrat menulis. Kalau kata seorang teman, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt;, "cepet tulis selama mood-nya muncul, ketika insiprasi ada." You named it, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm dead in the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak awal semester ini gw udah punya firasat bahwa gw bakal hidup secara anaerob, yak! Ga sempet napas. Ga ada waktu buat leha-leha dalam artian sebenarnya. Pertama liat jadwal, oke kamis kosong. Yang saat ini dapat dibaca: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waktunya-menginap-di-lab&lt;/span&gt; untuk mengerjakan kurva tumbuh. Hipotesis awal dimana &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oh-KP-kan-3sks-dan-dikerjainnya-belakangan-jadi-punya-waktu-luang&lt;/span&gt; yang membuat gw memutuskan untuk les Goethe pun porak poranda. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hell yeah, i lived anaerobically! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuai resolusi gw taun ini, gw mau nerusin softball yang emang udah lebih dari 1 semester vakum, mulai ikut kepanitiaan lagi, singkat kata berusaha aktif lagi di luar akademik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S4JJwYTKteI/AAAAAAAAANU/tyAMxo4f7mU/s1600-h/tumblr_kvu15wDBmR1qav80wo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S4JJwYTKteI/AAAAAAAAANU/tyAMxo4f7mU/s320/tumblr_kvu15wDBmR1qav80wo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440992395322373602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown dirt, smell of green grass. pride of wearing team uniform. even the feeling after got a strike out. the smell of your leather glove. the way you handle the ball. the sound you make when you swing the bat. the way you feel when you catch the ball with the glove. yelling to the team. laughter. trust your team mate. dinner with team after playing softball. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;idk how much i miss these stuffs until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan saya tetap sehat baik secara fisik maupun mental. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;salam metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in another time =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1709653330882377241?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1709653330882377241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-post-in-middle-of-chaos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1709653330882377241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1709653330882377241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-post-in-middle-of-chaos.html' title='A-Short-Post in the middle of chaos'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S4JJwYTKteI/AAAAAAAAANU/tyAMxo4f7mU/s72-c/tumblr_kvu15wDBmR1qav80wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8763382806552461293</id><published>2010-01-27T20:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:19:10.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>when you try your best but you don't succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S2BJ5szzyhI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzDi3uuQIPY/s1600-h/tumblr_ksprbzGre41qzip0io1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S2BJ5szzyhI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzDi3uuQIPY/s320/tumblr_ksprbzGre41qzip0io1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431422406238652946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you know the song. Fix You by Coldplay. That's the way I feel since yesterday. I just found out that my lecturer made a mistake by giving me an A while my actual score is B. He's just so mean. Y'know, I wouldn't mind if i knew from the start that my score is B. It feels like he got me high and then dropped me down low. I feel like crying. But there's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can say. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was working on my CV and I had to write down my total GPA, I realized that my GPA is below my expectation. Far far away from my target. Hey! I tried my best! My friends keep telling me that it's okay. But what are you gonna do if you were me? Will you just saying it's okay to yourself? Well, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you are in control of your life. you are the reason why you're sad.&lt;/span&gt; and i still don't know how to get a happiness. i still can't let it go. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S2BHV9WeRaI/AAAAAAAAANE/7MiXQ7vCVrM/s1600-h/tumblr_kwi9mxz0Tl1qa2ztto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S2BHV9WeRaI/AAAAAAAAANE/7MiXQ7vCVrM/s320/tumblr_kwi9mxz0Tl1qa2ztto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431419593180464546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8763382806552461293?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8763382806552461293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8763382806552461293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8763382806552461293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title='when you try your best but you don&apos;t succeed'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S2BJ5szzyhI/AAAAAAAAANM/OzDi3uuQIPY/s72-c/tumblr_ksprbzGre41qzip0io1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-8564358525483921887</id><published>2010-01-24T00:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:18:13.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>scribbles in the midnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1surT4GiLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hM322XihTWg/s1600-h/aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1surT4GiLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hM322XihTWg/s320/aa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429985097330100402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't ask me how to dance, i'm not a good dancer. don't ask me how to sing, i'm just a-bathroom-singer. don't ask me how to be a good kid, i'm not that good. don't ask me about sport, i'm not a pro. don't ask me how to live your life, i'm not you. because no one is truer than you to be you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-8564358525483921887?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/8564358525483921887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/scribbles-in-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8564358525483921887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/8564358525483921887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/scribbles-in-midnight.html' title='scribbles in the midnight.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1surT4GiLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hM322XihTWg/s72-c/aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5254743844479376716</id><published>2010-01-20T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:46:02.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>sepatu putih prod. (PSP 11 ipa7 SMAN 2 Bdg)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1crHst4AoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8XItGzPqmUM/s1600-h/5974_1174453212348_1558599538_437028_2502111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1crHst4AoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8XItGzPqmUM/s320/5974_1174453212348_1558599538_437028_2502111_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855287081075330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;XI IPA 7 2007&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up from my dream&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna do something that I never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confusion will be end&lt;br /&gt;And I try to find my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid it's not gonna be real&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! Help me please!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and heart&lt;br /&gt;But I regret all now&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lyrics guys? Is it even right? Haha. Suddenly I remember the song we've made. Silly, supersilly song. And another song, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.5% ipa 7 teu pararuguh&lt;/span&gt;. Men, I still remember the foolishness we've made together. Laughters, tears, screams, silliness, sleepless, no fear at all. It was just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. We had a fight w/ teachers. Did the '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mabal&lt;/span&gt;' thingy. Just for 40 minutes show. We're not the best performers (I ABSOLUTELY ADMIT IT), but we're having so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYAAAA! see ya folks! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5254743844479376716?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5254743844479376716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/sepatu-putih-prod-psp-11-ipa7-sman-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5254743844479376716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5254743844479376716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/sepatu-putih-prod-psp-11-ipa7-sman-2.html' title='sepatu putih prod. (PSP 11 ipa7 SMAN 2 Bdg)'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1crHst4AoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8XItGzPqmUM/s72-c/5974_1174453212348_1558599538_437028_2502111_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7653240610117776060</id><published>2010-01-18T07:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:17:52.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><title type='text'>Currently Listening</title><content type='html'>Yah, berhubung liburan ini ga kemana2 waktu gw habis di depan laptop dan DVD. Beberapa hari yang lalu gw nonton &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(500) days of summer&lt;/span&gt;. Apa? Baru nonton, Ti? Ampun DJ awak kampuang. Hehe. Filmnya oke, berisi. Tapi yang paling gw suka adalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soundtrack dan scoring&lt;/span&gt;-nya. Lagu-lagu di dalam ilm itu membantu pembangunan karakter, membuat suasana lebih terasa, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pas&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, i like all of the songs, but there're some songs that keep in my head, make me sing it over and over and over. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Make My Dreams - Hall &amp; Oates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She's Got You High - Mumm Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1Ow2Y-_vTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EMAyfNc4cbg/s1600-h/500-days-of-summer-soundtrack-artwork-400x399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1Ow2Y-_vTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EMAyfNc4cbg/s320/500-days-of-summer-soundtrack-artwork-400x399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427876424377679154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album kedua yang selalu gw mainin di iPod adalah, *jengjengjeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1O0QLp0_5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/toF4w874fFg/s1600-h/JamieCullum-ThePursuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1O0QLp0_5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/toF4w874fFg/s320/JamieCullum-ThePursuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427880166010716050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, album Jamie Cullum paling anyar ini lebih terasa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt;-nya. Kerasa big band-nya, dan tiupan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brass&lt;/span&gt; yang oke! Untuk orang yang suka jazz, ato pemula dalam menikmati jazz pasti suka album ini. It's kinda light swing and easy listening. Tunes-nya catchy, beat-nya juga asik buat goyang! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Swing it Jamie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awright, see ya folks!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy whatever you're listening! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7653240610117776060?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7653240610117776060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7653240610117776060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7653240610117776060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently-listening.html' title='Currently Listening'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S1Ow2Y-_vTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EMAyfNc4cbg/s72-c/500-days-of-summer-soundtrack-artwork-400x399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6911713133293130586</id><published>2010-01-17T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:23:33.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>a-so-called-holiday</title><content type='html'>Liburan semster ini tidak semenarik liburan semester kemarin. WHY? Karena rencana gw buat liburan ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karimun Jawa&lt;/span&gt; batal gara2 ombak lagi tinggi dan alasan lainnya. It's suck. Temen gw ngajakin ke Ujung genteng tapi gw udah keburu janji jadi manager Nymphaea buat GFL. So, here I am. Stuck in Bandung and not going out of town. And hey! holiday's a week left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wafrenkzt and fetribut&lt;/span&gt;! Untuk hari2 bodoh bersama kalian selama liburan ini. GFL, NY i love you, PVJ, jogging time+basket, cooking thing, DVD time. Membuat liburan gw sedikit lebih berwarna. Kalian menyelamatkan gw dari jurang kebosanan terdalam abad ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming time tomorrow morning, dan nilai gw semester ini belom ada yang keluar! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sungguh TU SITH merupakan pegawai 'ter-rajin' abad ini.&lt;/span&gt; *prok prok prok! saya tepuk kaki. &lt;br /&gt;Besok Nymphaea maen lagi di GFL. Wish us a better luck! &lt;br /&gt;see ya folks. Enjoy your holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6911713133293130586?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6911713133293130586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-called-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6911713133293130586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6911713133293130586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-called-holiday.html' title='a-so-called-holiday'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-2807681350397215138</id><published>2009-12-31T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:07:07.875+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>so long farewell 2009</title><content type='html'>HU-HA! it'll be my last post for this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yak, 2009! Tahun yang terasa pendek. Banyak hal yang terjadi tahun ini. Pembelajaran di setiap momen yang sudah terlewati. Di sela gelak tawa, tangis, haru, terhempas, senyum, canda dan semua rasa yang tidak dapat diungkapkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini saya telah mencoba banyak hal baru yang tentu saja selalu terdapat pembelajaran di dalamnya, because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;experience is a good teacher&lt;/span&gt;. Tahun ini pertama kalinya saya pergi liburan hanya bersama teman ke Bali, dengan uang hasil menabung sendiri. Seperti kata orang bijaksana, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's not the destination, its the trip!&lt;/span&gt; Sepanjang perjalanan ini saya mendapatkan apa yang saya yakin tidak akan didapatkan oleh orang yang hanya suka pergi ke pusat perbelanjaan saja (no offense buat yang emang suka ke mall). that was a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;great summer getaway&lt;/span&gt; EVER guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/SzyyhO4wNGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rXJY5ASfp8Q/s1600-h/6375_132202944480_569419480_2177879_6012917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/SzyyhO4wNGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rXJY5ASfp8Q/s320/6375_132202944480_569419480_2177879_6012917_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421404335448798306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini pertama kalinya saya ke luar negeri bersama &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38 MAKHLUK mikrobiologi itb 2007&lt;/span&gt; beserta 3 dosen pembimbing. Yes, mencari uang supaya 42 orang bisa pergi ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; (yang tentu saja jumlahnya besar) itu SUSAH JENDRAL! Tidak hanya masalah dana, tapi transportasi, acara, perbekalan, dan tetek bengek lainnya harus dipikirkan secara matang. Seperti kata tuan-tuan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nobody say it was easy to be a scientist!&lt;/span&gt; Haha, lebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sz4cmY94CrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L4fekdeuzQU/s1600-h/13759_204395346099_690771099_2984853_1782255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sz4cmY94CrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L4fekdeuzQU/s320/13759_204395346099_690771099_2984853_1782255_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802447263238834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tanya hal-hal buruk yang terjadi tahun ini, seperti yang sudah saya katakan 2009 adalah tahun pembelajaran. Dimana saya menyadari betapa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KURANG&lt;/span&gt; saya. Pemikiran yang sering terlintas dalam benak saya tahun ini adalah, apa yang sudah saya capai selama saya hidup 20 tahun ini? Kenapa hasil kerja keras saya hanya segini? Kenapa saya tidak sepintar dia? Kenapa saya tidak punya keahlian khusus? Apakah kemampuan saya hanya segini? Saya yakin saya belum berusaha sampai batas maksimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih ibu dan bapak yang selalu direpotkan oleh anak pertamanya ini, anak yang secara sadar banyak menuntut, tidak patuh, dan daftar panjang dosa yang sudah saya perbuat terhadap kalian. Maaf. maaf. maaf. Saya akan lebih berusaha tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih silphot//smeagol yang telah membuat kesal, mau berbagi penderitaan dengan status sebagai anak. Haha. Late night conversation, silly jokes, anything. Oh ya, harus menerima penderitaan memiliki kakak super cerewet ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szy699W2mEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ABjndy1bclo/s1600-h/%40hanamasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szy699W2mEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ABjndy1bclo/s320/%40hanamasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421413625052436546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih para sahabat di kuliah yang sudah mau menerima saya begini adanya, mengingatkan, menampar dengan kata, memarahi, memuji, menjalani sulitnya hidup di kampus kita tercinta bersama, saling ejek, berbagi cerita, tertawa, menghibur, makan di bengkok, belajar sampai mabuk di cisitu indah, duduk2 gembira di himpunan, dan mewarnai sebagian besar hari saya di tahun 2009 ini. I have nothing without you guys! Mungkin saya akan mengalami depresi berat dalam menghadapi semester penuh genetika yang memabukkan itu tanpa kalian. Selalu ada sesuatu yang dapat ditertawakan di sela-sela penderitaan, karena dengan begitulah kita dapat tetap waras. Khususnya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;microbabes&lt;/span&gt;! YIHAAA! you guys are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szyz2dcbXMI/AAAAAAAAAME/APgRFcBjNhM/s1600-h/n623457312_1762933_803225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szyz2dcbXMI/AAAAAAAAAME/APgRFcBjNhM/s320/n623457312_1762933_803225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421405799645404354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih bocah-bocah bio07 yang selalu dapat menangkap hal-hal positif dari segala kejadian, membentuk humor satir dari kejadian buruk, menertawakan diri sendiri karena telah mengetahui kesalahan yang sesungguhnya. Memandang segala sesuatu dengan sudut pandang berbeda. Kalian juara dunia persilatan! Walaupun semester ini kita sudah jarang kumpul tidak berarti kalian bukan apa-apa dalam hidup saya karena saya kangen masa-masa jahiliyah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szy47n7gokI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IElYz4YKuck/s1600-h/n554589118_987914_7379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Szy47n7gokI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IElYz4YKuck/s320/n554589118_987914_7379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411385917612610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun baru. Resolusi baru. (Semoga) semangat baru. Menjadi makhluk yang lebih baik lagi. Lebih taat beragama. Lebih semangat kuliah. Lebih berbakti kepada orangtua. IP JAUH LEBIH BAIK. Menjalani hidup ini dengan lebih baik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adios 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm welcoming 2010 with WIDE SMILE on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-2807681350397215138?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/2807681350397215138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-farewell-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2807681350397215138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/2807681350397215138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-farewell-2009.html' title='so long farewell 2009'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/SzyyhO4wNGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rXJY5ASfp8Q/s72-c/6375_132202944480_569419480_2177879_6012917_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-6512853000387913548</id><published>2009-11-01T22:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:15:58.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Halloween//Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>This post is written about a month ago. Busiest time. Laziest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday yesterday. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;halloween's day&lt;/span&gt;. No complaining for sure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulang taun gw sama kayak bokap gw, jadi waktu bokap gw ulangtaun gw lahir. *oke, informasi ga penting untuk pembaca yang tingkat intelegensianya tinggi. Gw sempet sedih pas tau bokap gw harus ke Kupang dan temen2 kuliah gw kulap ke Bali di hari ulangtahun gw. Hey, I'm going to 20 and nobody's around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 28th 2009&lt;br /&gt;i've got an early birthday gift from my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beloved sister!&lt;/span&gt; And it's a book with her silly 'yoyoi bear' note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su2sjY6_AeI/AAAAAAAAALU/b8XpBSFnti4/s1600-h/27-10-09_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su2sjY6_AeI/AAAAAAAAALU/b8XpBSFnti4/s320/27-10-09_2226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399161252272341474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su2sjP5tJNI/AAAAAAAAALE/nElIBstaf_M/s1600-h/27-10-09_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su2sjP5tJNI/AAAAAAAAALE/nElIBstaf_M/s320/27-10-09_1901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399161249851057362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap gw minta tolong cariin dress sama heels buat adek gw. Merupakan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;titah&lt;/span&gt; yang sangat sulit dilakukan mengingat adek gw sangat antipati dengan yang namanya rok dan heels. Udah keliling mall akhirnya dapet juga dengan sedikit pemakasaan, dan gw dapet sepatu sebagai hadiah keberhasilan kinerja gw! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su22t-mv6zI/AAAAAAAAALk/dK2sHCOOyrk/s1600-h/01-11-09_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su22t-mv6zI/AAAAAAAAALk/dK2sHCOOyrk/s320/01-11-09_2244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399172429302983474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saking capeknya, abis elektroforesis untuk proyek genetika yang mengalami kegagalan dan keberhasilan proyek pemaksaan adek gw, sampe rumah jam 11 gw langsung tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31st 2009&lt;br /&gt;Lagi enak2nya tidur, HP gw bunyi, tanpa gw liat gw reject telfon yang masuk. Sekali, dua kali, tiga kali. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INI SIAPE SIH!&lt;/span&gt; Dengan berat hati angkat, dan yang terdengar pertama kali adalah: &lt;br /&gt;Sono: "Halo, Anti?"&lt;br /&gt;Gw: heeemm? &lt;br /&gt;Sono: terjadi keributan, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANTIIII!!SELAMAT ULANG TAUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kalimat itu diulang berkali-kali sampe gw sadar bahwa yang nelfon adalah temen2 gw yang masih terlantar di stasiun Gubeng-Jawa Timur dari Bali menuju Bandung. Gw dipaksa bangun dan pas liat jam baru jam setengah 3 pagi! Teriakan-teriakan heboh terdengar di ujung sana, dan gw cuman bisa bengong kayak bagong saking shock-nya. Dan gw &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;terharu!&lt;/span&gt; Mereka masih heboh ngomong sedangkan gw nangis di telfon karena gw kira mereka bakal lupa ulangtaun gw. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks so damn much guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis ditelfon, gw baca sms2 masuk dan ada sms yang nyuruh gw buka e-mail. Didorong oleh rasa penasaran, gw buka inbox jam 3 pagi. Pas gw buka, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JENGJENGJENG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foto2 ala 80an&lt;/span&gt; bertebaran di inbox dari temen2 gw yang ada di Bandung dan Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 6 pagi nyokap sama adek gw bangunin sambil bawa cheesecake kesukaan gw! Uwooo! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YUM YUM!&lt;/span&gt; Foto ini sekaligus buat dikirim ke bokap gw nun jauh di Kupang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/SxURF_GiXtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iJ3X4aOH8mA/s1600/31-10-09_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/SxURF_GiXtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iJ3X4aOH8mA/s320/31-10-09_0730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410249321891389138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siangnya gw bantuin Jara pindahan sama Venes, batal latian softball, nemuin anak yang gw asistenin di himpunan, lanjut ke Ciwalk. Ternyata disana lagi ada &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halloween Party&lt;/span&gt;. Semua orang dandan dengan penuh niat, sedangkan gw: kaos, celana pendek, sendal jepit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas antri ATM si Jara malah beli minum di bawah, karena hari itu Ciwalk superpenuh dengan orang dengan baju hantu gw takut doi dimakan sama salah satunya. DItelfonin ga diangkat, gw sama Venes melanjutkan rencana awal, yaitu ke J.Co. Usut punya usut ternyata Jara beli lilin buat gw. MWEEEE. =')We're having so much fun there. Apalagi Jara ketemu idolanya (anyak sekoyah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOvember 2nd 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok gw ujian Bioinformatika, seperti biasa gw berencana nginep di Cisituindah. Entah kenapa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;microbabes&lt;/span&gt; ga ada di kampus, semua sibuk sendiri2. Akhirnya gw satronin kosan Amel. Nana Desy ngeLFM, Kasha ngumar. si Jara yg biasanya ga ada kerjaan masa tb bilang lg ada urusan. JIH. Gw tungguin, ni bocah2 lama bener, gw mulai panik, laper, belom belajar. DAN MEREKA BELOM JELAS PADA DIMANA! Akhirnya Nana sm Desy jemput dan langsung ke kosan mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe sana kosan sepi. Si Jara ga ada di kamarnya, Kasha jg ga ada. Lagi nyalain TV, tiba2 muncul bocah2 yang tidak semestinya ada di sana, Finda, Pepe, Haikal, Abam, dan microbabes sambil teriak2 dan bawain kue dan kado berupa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andre Oktavian&lt;/span&gt;. HEI. I appreciate it guys! Beres heboh2, bukannya langsung belajar kita malah delivery KFC sambil nonton Toys Story dan Mr. Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A GREAT WAY&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my 20's bday GUYS! HUG HUG HUG. Y' know I didn't expect this much. And i feel like WHOAAAA! LOVE YOU GUYS. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-6512853000387913548?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/6512853000387913548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenbirthday-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6512853000387913548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/6512853000387913548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenbirthday-party.html' title='Halloween//Birthday Party'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Su2sjY6_AeI/AAAAAAAAALU/b8XpBSFnti4/s72-c/27-10-09_2226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3840166947874199939</id><published>2009-10-24T10:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:54:15.187+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>So Long Farewell, guys!</title><content type='html'>Kemaren gw dateng acara &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wisnite&lt;/span&gt; 2005. Yes, our all time favorite seniors. And two of them are my seniors/best listener/friends since i was on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, mereka berdua udah lulus, temen2 yang lain juga udah lulus. Mereka tempat gw curhat masalah kuliah, susahnya ngerjain laporan, hebohnya praktikum dan proyek, asisten yang ngeselin, dosen-dosen mikro yang aneh, tempat bertanya kalo kita ga ngerti, sumber semangat buat ngejalanin suatu acara, pembimbing yang sebenarnya (bagi gw) buat kulker. Mereka mau berbagi cerita dan pengalaman yang mereka dapet, memberi support, mereka mau memberi saran, dan mereka selalu bertanya "Gimana kabar mikro 2007? Ada masalah?". Yes, I'm gonna miss those questions. Awal dari segala gosip dan curhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin selesai acara, gw kasih selamat lagi ke senior gw. &lt;br /&gt;Gw: selamat yaa! sukseees! lo masih utang es duren sm proposal KP ke gw! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dia: iyaa. makasih. iya, ntar gw kasihin, ada kook. tenang  aja.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Kok lesu gitu siih? semangat doong.&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Sedih, Tii. Sedih bgt gw, ninggalin ini semua, temen-temen gw.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Aaaah. iyaa! mweee. jgn sediiih.&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Gimana kuliah? Lancar?&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Yah, begitulaaah. &lt;br /&gt;Dia: Kuliah yang bener ya Tii. Biar cepet lulus.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: Iya. Lo juga yang sukses yaa. Doain gw biar lulus oktober kyk lo gini. Tepat waktu.&lt;br /&gt;Dia: Iya pasti didoain. Pasti bisa. Cuman butuh effort yang agak lebih gede.&lt;br /&gt;Gw: IYAAAAAAAAAA! makasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya. Percakapan pendek. Tapi cukup membuat gw berpikir, gw akan kehilangan percakapan kayak gitu lagi setelah mereka lulus. Bukan berarti gw mendoakan mereka ga lulus. TENTU TIDAK! Haha. Hanya ada setitik rasa egois dimana gw gamau kehilangan semangat, pelajaran, candaan, dari mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long guys! kalian udah jadi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S.si&lt;/span&gt;. Gw akan segera menyusul kalian dan lulus tepat waktu! *amin. &lt;br /&gt;See ya folks! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3840166947874199939?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3840166947874199939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-farewell-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3840166947874199939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3840166947874199939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-farewell-guys.html' title='So Long Farewell, guys!'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-3375928674704824781</id><published>2009-09-27T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:33:31.511+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Goonies</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the thing. Besok udah masuk kuliah, LAGI. Laporan proyek Genetika dan Molekuler Mikroba gw belom selesai, jurnal geomikrobiologi belom dibaca, rangkuman genetika molekuler belom dibuat. Tapi karena oh karena otak gw udah mau meledak, akhirnya gw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;googling&lt;/span&gt;. Bukan, bukan untuk cari bahan laporan. Tapi gw tiba2 inget film favorit gw waktu gw masih bocah. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drumroll please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE GOONIES!&lt;/span&gt; Does anyone know about this movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86Ik_ytYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mMx8l7yR9JU/s1600-h/8404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86Ik_ytYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mMx8l7yR9JU/s200/8404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386087598403007874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Goonies (1985)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86vHV_fmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XlWpN89kVcU/s1600-h/goonies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86vHV_fmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XlWpN89kVcU/s200/goonies1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386088260457954914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86uvhRxJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_fHt8yzgBao/s1600-h/the+goonies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86uvhRxJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_fHt8yzgBao/s200/the+goonies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386088254062838930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are the casts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr89HWnDSsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oCjTJGtZGOs/s1600-h/gooniestodayau9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr89HWnDSsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oCjTJGtZGOs/s200/gooniestodayau9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386090875896154818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Casts today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's written by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo kalian tipe bocah yang suka baca bukunya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enid Blyton&lt;/span&gt;, kayak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; kayak Lima Sekawan, Sapta Siaga&lt;/span&gt;, gw jamin pasti suka film ini. Menegangkan men! Dan yang pasti lucu. Oh iya, I've got u crush on the older brother. He's hot at the era! No kidding! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih gatau? Belom nonton? Oh, berarti kalian kurang gaul waktu kecil. Nyahaha. You better watch it dude!&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-3375928674704824781?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/3375928674704824781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/09/goonies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3375928674704824781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/3375928674704824781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/09/goonies.html' title='The Goonies'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/Sr86Ik_ytYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mMx8l7yR9JU/s72-c/8404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-7148140376067656716</id><published>2009-09-22T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:58:05.096+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badluck'/><title type='text'>Mudik. Mudik. Mudik.</title><content type='html'>I'm a really bad &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bad blogger.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Udah lama bgt ga posting disini. Okay, here is the thing: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GW UDAH MASUK KULIAH!&lt;/span&gt; Which means, gabisa bangun siang, internetan sampe mata kayak zombie, nonton dvd sampe muntah, joget2 siang2 di rumah, tidur seenak dengkul. Pokonya hidup jadi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;serbasulit&lt;/span&gt; deh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa kemaren bisa dibilang ga kerasa puasa gara2 kegiatan yang bejibun, duh males bgt deh ngerincinya. Pokoknya gw (sok) supersibuk deh. *dijitak orang yang lewat. Yang pasti pulang dari kampus hanpir tiap hari habis buka. Iya, gw tau, cem kalong aje. Maap sodara-sodari yang protes, ini &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tuntutan profesi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah puasa yang dijalani tiba2, ga ujan ga kentut nyokap gw menyampaikan berita paling &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bombastis dan fantastis&lt;/span&gt; abad ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt; Mbak, kita taun ini insyaallah mudik ke palembang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw:&lt;/span&gt; heh? oke. naik mobil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt; iyalaah. orang ngedadak bgt, mana dapet tiket2an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw:&lt;/span&gt; oh. baiklah. *everything seems to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt; iya, jadi nanti kamu gantian nyetir sama bapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw:&lt;/span&gt; oh. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!!! SERIUS BU? ta ta tappiiii! buset. lintas provinsi gt? sumatra gituu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nyokap:&lt;/span&gt; iya kan kalo bapak capek kamu gantiin. repot amat. *nada masih santai padahal anaknya panik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gw:&lt;/span&gt; *menyerah pasrah. yauda deh, oke.&lt;br /&gt;Pas gw cerita ke temen2 gw, reaksinya adalah: "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MHUAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; balik Bandung lo langsung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ngurus SIM B&lt;/span&gt; aja, Tiii! MHUAHAHAHHAHA!" Sial. Mana rasa kasihan dan tenggang rasa kalian. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Maka gw dengan resmi menjadi supir antar provinsi. dan SUMATRA! BAGOOS. Nyokap gw sepertinya lupa betapa menyetir di Sumatra itu layaknya menyetir diantara truk dan bus yang disopiri oleh orang gila dan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bernyawa 7859328341&lt;/span&gt; biji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibalah hari dimana gw berangkat mudik. Berangkat jam 3 subuh dari rumah, bokap gw nyetir duluan. Gelagat ga enak, dalem hati gw mikir, ini mah alamat gw nyetir pas di Lampung. Dan benar saja, udah di Lampung, tepat saat lalulintas padat oleh segala jenis truk gw disuruh nyetir. Cerdas dan cendikia. Gw pun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;menyetir dengan aduhai&lt;/span&gt;, lambat asal selamat (bohong!). Jangan harap jalanan di Sumatra kyk di Jawa, lurus2 aja, ini mah naek turun kayak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;roller coaster, &lt;/span&gt;belok2,kanan kiri hutan, dan untungnya udah diaspal rata. Haha. Di tanjakan, gw di belakang 3 truk, jalan belok2, dan gw ga berani nyusul. Tiba2, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wuuuusssshhhh!&lt;/span&gt; Ada bus ajalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nyusul 3 truk plus 2 mobil. &lt;/span&gt;Oke. Gw rasa itu cukup menggambarkan betapa gilanya supir2 tersebut di atas. Dan alhamdulillah gw dengan jumawa sampai di tujuan dengan selamat. Terimakasih ya Allah! FYI. CD Sergio Mendes gw pataaaah! mweee.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebaran di sana, hemm. tidak begitu menarik. Yang pasti perut gw ancur makan masakan pedes terus. Dan Palembang panasnya&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; KETERLAMPAUAN! &lt;/span&gt;Udah kayak mau meleleh aja nih badan gw. Gw rasa telanjang juga ga akan berefek banyak, tetep aja kepanasan dan harus kipas2 ketek. Satu2nya cara biar adem mungkin dengan masuk kulkas, tapi sayang sungguh sayang nenek gw gapunya kulkas segede badan orang. Emang repot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LEBARAN/HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;see ya folks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-7148140376067656716?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/7148140376067656716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-really-bad-bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7148140376067656716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/7148140376067656716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-really-bad-bad-blogger.html' title='Mudik. Mudik. Mudik.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-655959496329686411</id><published>2009-08-19T19:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:22:46.945+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>cin(T)a God is a Director</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/So0hi_elFTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qmNY7lUu7oA/s1600-h/cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/So0hi_elFTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qmNY7lUu7oA/s200/cinta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371986815561831730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this movie w/ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SITH BABES&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw semangat bgt nonton film ini karena mengangkat isu yang bener2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;berbeda&lt;/span&gt; dgn film indonesia kebanyakan yang lagi dan lagi tentang cinta2an yang alur ceritanya udah ketebak sejak awal, hantu2an dengan efek yang luarbiasa jelek, dan segala sisipan kasar pornografi yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out of context&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan latar belakang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mahasiswa ITB&lt;/span&gt;, oke, entah kenapa gw selalu tertarik sama film dengan settingan kampus sendiri, dan tema cinta diantara 2 orang yang memanggil &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuhan&lt;/span&gt; dgn nama berbeda. Bener2 tema yang amat sangat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sensitif &lt;/span&gt;dan dengan berani diangkat oleh film ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Indonesia, berhubungan dan menikah dengan orang yang berbeda agama merupakan hal yang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amat sangat ditentang&lt;/span&gt;. Pernikahan di Indonesia bukan cuman diantara 2 orang yang saling sayang, tapi persatuan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 keluarga besar, &lt;/span&gt;tidak jarang pernikahan batal hanya karena salah satu anggota keluarga tidak setuju. No hard feeling, because my parents ask me, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in a serious way&lt;/span&gt;, to find a guy i like who has the same religion. Film ini tidak menggurui, tapi lebih mengajak kita berpikir. Yak, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;berpikir keras! &lt;/span&gt;Dengan dialog antara &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cina dan Annisa&lt;/span&gt; yang secara gamblang mempertanyakan tentang perbedaan, agama, ras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cina&lt;/span&gt; cinta Tuhan dan Annisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Annisa&lt;/span&gt; cinta Tuhan dan Cina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuhan&lt;/span&gt; cinta Cina dan Annisa&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mereka memanggil Tuhan dengan nama berbeda. Konflik yang dibangun cukup tergambar di film ini dari dialog cerdas antara Cina dan Annisa, walaupun kualitas sound dan gambarnya mungkin  masih sangat khas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;film indie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini sangat inspiratif, membuat kita bertanya, berpikir. Apalagi bagi orang yang pernah mengalami hubungan beda agama. Well, there's nothing wrong with it. &lt;br /&gt;Think hard. See ya folks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-655959496329686411?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/655959496329686411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/cinta-god-is-director.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/655959496329686411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/655959496329686411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/cinta-god-is-director.html' title='cin(T)a God is a Director'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/So0hi_elFTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qmNY7lUu7oA/s72-c/cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-767216042649270982</id><published>2009-08-13T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:35:48.504+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Sisterhood of Bali Traveling Report part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driver on duty: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anti&lt;/span&gt; tanpa kacamata minusnya. Jadwal hari ini &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Museum Antonio Blanco&lt;/span&gt; di Ubud. Karena bangun kesiangan kita berangkat dari Nusadua jam 11 siang. Di tengah jalan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bensin abis&lt;/span&gt;, kepaksa cari pom bensin terdekat berdasarkan GPS dan ternyata premium abis. Sial! Lagi bingung cari pom bensin terdekat si Nana malah ngidam &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beli semangka&lt;/span&gt; di pinggir jalan. Karena sambil nyari pom bensin kita lewat jalan kecil yang warnanya abu2 kalo di GPS, mengalami salah belok lebih dari 5 kali. The worst part adalah waktu salah belok ke jalan yang seukuran satu truk yang ternyata ujungnya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pabrik aqua&lt;/span&gt; dan papasan sama truk gede banget yang mengharuskan gw mundur ke jalan di sebelahnya seukuran pas 1 mobil dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jurang di kedua sisinya!&lt;/span&gt; Skill nyetir gw bener2 meningkat! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chit crazy chat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; Masih jauh ga nyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desy:&lt;/span&gt; *cek GPS. ini udah sampe! udah 0km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G: &lt;/span&gt;mana? mana? ga ada apa2! tembok gini kanan kiri. duh di depan belok kanan apa kiri nih. *sok tau belok kiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; ini malah ngejauhin ti! puter balik! harusnya belok kanan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; *puter balik. mana des? ga ada ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;itu ti! itu! belok kanan yang tanjakan itu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; *puter balik lagi. pantesan tadi kita udah 0km! orang kita lewat jalan belakang. ckckck! dasar GPS sesat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turun dari mobil gw kena &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sindrom kaki bergetar &lt;/span&gt;, gimana ga geter2, nyetir &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 jam nonstop&lt;/span&gt;! Sampe di museum dapet &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;welcome flower + welcome drink&lt;/span&gt;. Di museum itu banyak burung peliharaannya, salah satunya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;burung yang ada di cover buku Campbell&lt;/span&gt;! Usut punya usut si burung &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;concon&lt;/span&gt; tsb merupakan tipe burung pendendam soalnya dia musuhan sama &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; dan salah satu pegawai. Museumnya kayak kastil gitu, cem galeri di Prancis. Capek nyetir kebayar banget soalnya tempatnya oke berat. Cabut dari Ubud kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seminyak&lt;/span&gt;. Gamau lewat jalan kecil lagi kita lewat Denpasar yang ternyata sama aja macetnya kayak di Bandung kalo jam pulang kantor. Perut udah keroncongan gara2 ga makan siang, dan gw melakukan kebodohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desy:&lt;/span&gt; Ti! harusnya belok kanan tadii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; duh, lo telat ngomongnya. *berniat belok di kantor honda motor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anak2:&lt;/span&gt; Ti! itu ada rantainya ti! awas! *teriak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; *ga denger samasekali dan baru sadar pas udah di depan rantainya, langsung gw belokin ke rantai yang dibuka. Uh! sori2 ga keliatan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nana:&lt;/span&gt; udah2, gw aja yang nyetir mata lo udah bolor gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Satpam:&lt;/span&gt; *muka bengong liat anak nerobos rantai yg isi mobilnya cewek semua. mau kemana dek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; ini pak, mau tukeran nyetir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Satpam:&lt;/span&gt; heh?! *muka tambah bengong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw yakin satpam itu ngira gw anak mabok. Maaf pak! Saya ga lagi2 nerobos rantai deh. Akhirnya Nana menggantikan gw nyetir demi keberlangsungan hidup kita berlima. Saking lapernya, kita makan bekel di mobil, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gapake piring&lt;/span&gt;, langsung di tempat nasinya. Abis belanja, kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Legian&lt;/span&gt;. Legian rame banget, kita jalan2, window shopping, ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ground Zero&lt;/span&gt; (monumen bom bali) dan ngafe. So much fun. Jam setengah 12 malem kita cabut ke bandara buat jemput Bpk Ndut, si Wina kasih kabar kalo kakak kelas kita juga lagi di bandara, sayangnya kita ga ketemu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amed&lt;/span&gt; bareng mama ice sama bpk ndut. Libur nyetir dan nyasar gara2 GPS. yeahs. Koral, terumbu karangnya masih bagus banget. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTALLY AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; Lagi2, turis lokalnya cuman kita dan sisanya bule semua. Capek &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; kita pulang soalnya ga dapet penginapan, katanya sih lagi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peak season&lt;/span&gt;nya bule. Di jalan kita makan seafood dan sate lilit yang enak bgt. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi2 diajak jalan sama Bpk ndut, mama ice, dan Wahyu. Today's plan: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bedugul and lake bratan.&lt;/span&gt; Kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kebun Raya Bedugul, &lt;/span&gt;makan nasi kotak pesenan mama ice yang lauknya sampe 8 macem. Kenyang makan, jalan2, foto2, kita cabut ke villa temen bpk Ndut yang oke berat, tipe rumah bergaya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;semi western&lt;/span&gt;. Jauh2 ke Bali, di villa nonton TVnya malah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Song&lt;/span&gt;. Lanjut ke &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lake Bratan&lt;/span&gt; yang pemandangannya bagus bgt. Makan malem di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ikan Bakar Cianjur&lt;/span&gt; karena ajakan kolega bpk Ndut, kita sih ga nolak! Maklum, mahasiswa budget terbatas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water sport at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tanjung Benoa&lt;/span&gt;! Biar dikasih harga murah gw dipaksa mengakui bahwa gw &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;orang Bali. &lt;/span&gt; Jih! Teman macam apa kelean! Parasailing, banana boat, glass bottom boat, dan ke pulau penyu hanya dengan 195.000. That was fun! Apalagi adegan Nana tereak2 sepanjang maen banana boat, "tobat toh maas! tobaat! gapunya istri ya maas!" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Pas naik glass bottom boat ditanyain sama masnya, ada yang bisa nyetir mobil ga? mau nyobain nyetir perahu ini? Tentu saja kita semua nyobain! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Azas tidak mau rugi&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waterblow&lt;/span&gt; di Nusadua. Lagi2 turis lokalnya cuman kita. Waterblow tuh air laut yang masuk ke relung karang terus si airnya naik ke atas karang dan berbalik. Okay, deskripsi gw emang ga jelas. Haha. Udah gitu kita maen2 di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nusa Dua Beach&lt;/span&gt; sambil makan siang Popmie yang dibeli di Carrefour. Aer panasnya beli di mbok jualan seharga &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3000 rupiah/termos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mbok:&lt;/span&gt; Duh ga ada 2000 nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; jadi gimana dong bu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mbok:&lt;/span&gt; Gimana yaa? bener ga ada dek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; yaudah deh yang mana yang harganya 2000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mbok:&lt;/span&gt; itu kerupuk 2 bungkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gw:&lt;/span&gt; oke. *gw tekankan betapa kita mahasiswa tidak mau rugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu menunjukkan pukul 16.30 padahal kita berniat nonton kecak dance di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pura Luhur Uluwatu&lt;/span&gt;. Wina dengan skill menyetir tingkat tinggi ngebut tanpa pikir panjang. Lagi2 kita salah belok dan nyasar cukup jauh, dari jalan utama sekitar 10 menit. Begitu tau salah, walopun jalannya kecil dan belok2 kita berteriak, "AYOO WIN! NGEBUUUT!", dan kembali ke jalan utama hanya dalam waktu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 menit saja&lt;/span&gt;! Setara dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;masak Popmie&lt;/span&gt;! Ardwina memang jagoan dunia. Sampe di Uluwatu gw, Nana, Siput loncat dari mobil dan lari ke gerbang buat beli tiket, untung masih kebagian. Sambil dianter sama bapak2, kita diceramahin, "lain kali kalo mau nonton kecak datengnya jam 5an jangan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jam 6 kurang 10&lt;/span&gt;! Kan ga enak ga dapet tempat duduk." Bener aja kita kepaksa duduk di bawah, tepat di belakang penari kecaknya, jadi kalo mereka berdiri kita gabisa liat. 3 dari penari kecaknya masih muda dan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ganteng&lt;/span&gt;! Ternyata kita semua berpikiran sama dan berusaha buat foto bareng dan minta kenalan, tapi pas foto malah blur, pas pulang mereka ada di deket kita dan kita semua ga sadar. Postulat nyokapnya Nana, itu tuh ada &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mejiknya&lt;/span&gt;, soalnya waktu dia ke Bali pas SMA sama temen2nya hal ini persis terjadi sama mereka. Itu tuh biar kita balik lagi kesana, jadi kita masih dalam lindungan Allah. WOW! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;. Percaya ga percaya sih, masa iya sampe segitunya, tapi mereka bertiga sumpah ganteng banget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya kita makan di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jimbaran&lt;/span&gt;. Setelah mengirit makan selama di Bali akhirnya kita makan enak. Seafood emang juara dunia persilatan! Makan diiringi lagu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;besame mucho&lt;/span&gt; dan deburan ombak sambil ngobrol sanasini memang menyenangkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last day playing around here. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foto adat Bali&lt;/span&gt; yang mengingatkan gw jaman SD gw pentas tari Bali dengan segala tetek bengek kostum yang berat. Tentu saja gw dikata2in orang bali asli, yang gw bales dengan mulut manyun. Abis itu belanja buat oleh2=&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;program pengosongan dompet+ATM&lt;/span&gt;. Malemnya kita maen ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kuta&lt;/span&gt; for the last time. Ke &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kuta Square&lt;/span&gt;, makan es krim, beli buku import second, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;temporary tattoo&lt;/span&gt;. Perjalanan kita di Bali ditutup dengan makan tengah malem di &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home. Ke airport dianter Wahyu yang buru2 balik ke kantornya karena sakit perut. This is the time. The end of our journeys. Our adventures. I really had so much fun w/ my traveling mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung. Face the reality again. Vacation is over guys!&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks. =) (hug)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-767216042649270982?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/767216042649270982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/sisterhood-of-bali-traveling-report_13.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/767216042649270982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/767216042649270982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/sisterhood-of-bali-traveling-report_13.html' title='Sisterhood of Bali Traveling Report part 2.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-1767383337178148808</id><published>2009-08-13T08:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:37:25.169+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Sisterhood of Bali Traveling Report part 1.</title><content type='html'>Yak! Setelah pesen tiket dari bulan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; biar murah untuk liburan ke Bali di bulan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agustus&lt;/span&gt; tanggal 4-12, akhirnya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw, Wina, Nana, Desy, Siput&lt;/span&gt; berhasil pergi berlibur! AHE! So, it's gonna be a LONG LONG post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw berangkat ke airport bareng Wina dari Bandung naik Prima Jasa, karena rumah Wina deket BSM jadi gw ke rumahnya dulu. Sampe rumahnya dia memberi tahu gw berita yang sangat membuat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumi Indonesia Pusaka gonjang-ganjing&lt;/span&gt;, yaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mbah Surip meninggal!&lt;/span&gt; Baiklah, hari itu semua berita isinya sama semua dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/span&gt; 'Tak Gendong' yang diputar kyk 5000 kali. Okay, I'm gonna vomit. Udah berangkat, naek bis, baca buku baru, tidur, tiba-tiba gw kebangun dan heboh nyari kacamata gw di tas karena baru sadar benda keramat tsb ilang. Si Wina kebangun, nanyain gw nyari apa dan meyakinkan dari makan siang gw gapake kacamata. Setelah gw reka ulang, gw baru inget kalo gw lepas kacamata waktu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ketawa ngakak&lt;/span&gt; liat foto jadulnya Mbah Surip di TV. GOD! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do believe in karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe Terminal 3 yang gaul itu, gw baru inget kalo tiket gw ada di Nana. Wow! Gw bener-bener gamau nunggu di luar terminal dgn koper penuh, berasa TKI aje. Untung Nana segera datang walaupun agak terlambat karena Wina udah menyelamatkan hidup gw lebih dulu setelah membawakan koper gw dan gw masuk lewat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pintu pengunjung&lt;/span&gt;. Pesawat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take off&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;landing &lt;/span&gt;di Bali dgn lancar. Kita berencana tinggal di rumah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama Ice&lt;/span&gt;; sodaranya Desy, yg ada di Nusa Dua. Malam itu dgn baik hati, atau mungkin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dipaksa nyokapnya&lt;/span&gt;, dijemput sama Wahyu. Oh, hati riang gembira. Perjalanan dan kedodolan dimulai detik ini. Dengan mobil pinjaman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kijang-kotak-abu&lt;/span&gt; kita keliling Bali. Dengan berbekal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPS&lt;/span&gt; di HP gaul Desy, salah belok, telat belok, salah baca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GPS&lt;/span&gt;, kesotoy-an tiap insan yang membawa kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jurang petualangan di Pulau Dewata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver of the day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wina&lt;/span&gt;. Pagi kita ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denpasar&lt;/span&gt; buat belanja keperluan yg sebenernya cemilan dan minuman di Carrefour. Gw yg secara paksa ditunjuk sebagai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bendahara on duty&lt;/span&gt; berusaha menjaga kegiatan belanja ini supaya tidak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of budget&lt;/span&gt;. Abis itu ke Harley Davidson buat beli titipan Om Pandji Tengkorak, lanjut ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasar Gowang&lt;/span&gt; buat belanja oleh-oleh. Bingung makan siang apa, akhirnya makan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; dan ayam gw jadi ayam cola karena ketumpahan cola si Nana -_-. Beres makan kita ke Sanur buat maen layangan. Terdengar sangat gaul kan maen layangan di pantai? Padahal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;benangnya kusut&lt;/span&gt;. Disana ketemu Naida anak SF. Ini kenapa bgt sih, jauh-jauh ke Bali ketemunya anak ITB? Haha. Lanjut ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuta&lt;/span&gt;, kita kalap maen aer, basah sebadan-badan. Di kejauhan keliatan banyak orang berkumpul, dengan jiwa penuh rasa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingin tahu menggebu-gebu &lt;/span&gt;yang mungkin terinisiasi karena kebanyakan nonton infotainment, Wina dengan semangat ngajak kita liat ada apaan, penuh keyakinan dia bilang, "itu ada artis luar negeri! Gatau siapa, kayaknya bapak2 tua itu deh!" Gw dan Nana masih tidak bisa mengidentifikasi doi siapa, akhirnya kita mendekat berusaha mencari tahu apa penyebab utama huruhara ini, dan tahukah sodara-sodari sekalian? Artisnya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anak kura-kura &lt;/span&gt;yg lagi megap-megap dipaksa berenang di laut! EBUSET! Ini artis internasional dari mana?! Memang keterlaluan betapa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jiwa bergosip dapat merusak mental bangsa&lt;/span&gt;. Puas maen aer kita mandi di WC umum yang tidak perlu dideskripsikan lagi wujudnya yang kotak keci, bak kecil,semerbak bau, dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sticker is everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. Malemnya kita makan dan jalan-jalan di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuta Square&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Agustus 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver of the day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;. Tujuan pertama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamland Beach&lt;/span&gt;, dengan kepintaran tingkat dewa GPS, kita lewat Unud, lost in the city, akhirnya nanya amang2 di Toko Bangunan yang ternyata rumahnya deket sana dan mau nunjukin jalan, tapi doi malah asik2 ngebut dan tiba2 masuk ke area kompleks. Dengan cekatan Nana berteriak manggila masnya dengan suara setingkat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penyanyi dangdut kawakan&lt;/span&gt;, "Mas, maaaaaaaaaaaass!!", kita pun tak keuasa menahan tawa. Ternyata kita emang harus lewat kompleks itu dan diketawain satpam penjaganya, "Awas jangan ketawa gitu, nanti mati kyk Mbah Surip"! Buset, nih satpam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uptodate &lt;/span&gt;amat yak! Dreamland oke sekali. Karena kita datengnya pagian jadi masih sepi, yang ada cuman bule-bule lagi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanning&lt;/span&gt;. Ga berapa lama gw men-spot bule ganteng mirip &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Broody&lt;/span&gt;. OMFG! HE'S SO DAMN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;! Duduknya pas di belakang kita lagi, what a wonderful view. Lanjut ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang Padang Beach&lt;/span&gt;, jalan masuknya lewat 2 karang tinggi dan sempit kayak lewat gua dengan sinar matahari yang masuk lewat celah batu. Pantai ini biasa dipake buat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surfing&lt;/span&gt; dan ga terkenal di kalangan turis lokal, waktu itu turis lokalnya cuman kita berlima sama 1 cowok, sisanya bule-bule seperti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anai-anai berterbangan&lt;/span&gt;. Kita makan bekel disana sambil diliatin anak2 bule yang ngiler pengen ikut makan, ga peduli, yang penting kita kenyang! Abis makan kita ngaso di bawah karang karena hari itu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panasnya bolong&lt;/span&gt; banget jadi kita masih males maen air. Tak dinyana ada adegan seperti di telenovela, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the kissing scene in the beach&lt;/span&gt;. Awkay! Kita sedang nonton &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portu Amor&lt;/span&gt; secara langsung. Pas balik, itu tanjakan keluar pantai udah kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangga maut&lt;/span&gt;, udah jauh terjal pula. Lanjut ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GWK&lt;/span&gt;, pake acara nyasar tentu saja. Gw rasa nyasar is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the new black&lt;/span&gt; di perjalanan kita. Pas bayar tiket ditanya sama petugasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;: masih sekolah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;: iya pak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;: SMP apa SMA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;: heh?! kuliah pak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;: oh, kalian nyetir sendiri dari jkt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;: *bengong. tentu tidak bapak! bagaimana mungkin itu terjadi. MHUHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Udah masuk area GWK, kita mandi aja di toiletnya. Seharian main di pantai lengket abis dan FYI, di Bali &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;susah cari WC &lt;/span&gt;yang bersih, mostly seperti ranjau dgn segala stiker dan genangan air. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BWEEEKK&lt;/span&gt;. Abis itu kita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sightseeing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatto temporary + nail art&lt;/span&gt; gratis, foto-foto, dan ternyata ketemu anak arsi UNPAR 07 yang katanya sih lagi kulap. Kulap cem apa yang maennya ke GWK? Sungguh absurd. Jam 6 sore ada kecak gratis, sebagai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kontingen mahasiswa gamau rugi&lt;/span&gt; kita pun berniat nonton. Sayangnya karena gratis jadi ada rombongan dari Jawa yang ribut banget ikut nonton. Salah satu alasan gw gasuka turis lokal, masa lagi nonton kayak gitu mereka teriak-teriak norak ngata2in penarinya. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ga banget!&lt;/span&gt; Abis nonton kita foto sama pemainnya, yang pada akhirnya gw &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amat sangat menyesal&lt;/span&gt; foto sama mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-1767383337178148808?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/1767383337178148808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/sisterhood-of-bali-traveling-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1767383337178148808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/1767383337178148808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/sisterhood-of-bali-traveling-report.html' title='Sisterhood of Bali Traveling Report part 1.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966474986481569994.post-5268362959044763706</id><published>2009-08-02T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:01:54.699+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great experience.'/><title type='text'>Such A Sweet Reunion.</title><content type='html'>It's been 8 years. 8 tahun. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sewindu.&lt;/span&gt; Gw ga ketemu sama temen-temen SD. Wow! Betapa waktu berjalan sangat cepat. Lulus SD, lanjut SMP, lanjut SMA, sampe sekarang; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KULIAH&lt;/span&gt;. Selama itu pula kita ga ketemu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas ketemu kerasa lucu, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reminding&lt;/span&gt; muka anak-anak. Kenalan ulang, karena secara fisik pada berubah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;getting older&lt;/span&gt;. Walaupun semua orang bilang gw bener-bener ga berubah dan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gampang diidentifikasi&lt;/span&gt;. Gw gatau itu pujian atau hinaan. SIAL. Rasa antusias untuk berusaha keras mengingat nama temen sekelas yang katanya kita pernah duduk semeja, temen seangkatan yang katanya pernah sama-sama berada di satu pihak saat memecahkan jendela kelas karena main kasti. They remind me w/ those sweet memories. Anak SD ingusan, tukang berantem, jail setengah mampus, dihukum guru, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mecahin jendela&lt;/span&gt;, kemping, surat-surat cintaan (this one was very funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara reuni ini sebenernya sederhana banget, cuman ketemu, foto angkatan di Jonas, makan malem di Punclut. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hanya itu&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi karena kita bener-bener ga pernah ketemu, semuanya kerasa spesial. Oke, terdengar berlebihan, but that's how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang reuni, gw sadar betapa walaupun kita semua berubah secara fisik, tapi secara sikap semua anak yang dateng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bener-bener sama&lt;/span&gt; kayak yang gw kenal 8 tahun lalu. Hingga gw ngobrol sama &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Agil&lt;/span&gt;, temen gw dari TK sekaligus tetangga depan rumah, di mobilnya saat terjebak macet di Pasteur dan dia bilang, "Ga ada yang berubah ya, Ti. Semuanya sama kayak dulu, sifat ga berubah. Emang bener ya, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sikap dan sifat itu dibentuk pas kita SD&lt;/span&gt;." Well, let me introduce you, he's a wise person, w/ all of those phylosophies he's talking about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto-foto menyusul yaa.&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun yesterday. Dan suara gw ilang, harusnya gw hari ini karokean biar nyanyian gw terdengar seksi. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966474986481569994-5268362959044763706?l=andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/feeds/5268362959044763706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-sweet-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5268362959044763706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966474986481569994/posts/default/5268362959044763706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrianioktadianti.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-sweet-reunion.html' title='Such A Sweet Reunion.'/><author><name>Andriani Oktadianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484769342797957820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkmilWBami8/S92IZcQ6THI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KbBrHi3LkWM/S220/5169_95296839118_554589118_1848883_730340_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
