<?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-4701366043840068299</id><updated>2011-09-16T20:50:25.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>encapsulated delusion</title><subtitle type='html'>"Reasoning is destroyed when the mind is bewildered. One falls down when reasoning is destroyed"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7188266444664162441</id><published>2009-08-22T13:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:10:32.151+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's crackin this august?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;august, 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;its the bitch's birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;happy birthday stephen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/So-NuscV0OI/AAAAAAAABBs/ycnMfcxlGds/s1600-h/marcoshari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372668713819820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/So-NuscV0OI/AAAAAAAABBs/ycnMfcxlGds/s400/marcoshari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;august, 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're now two mos old babe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;i love you most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/So-ORVdP5WI/AAAAAAAABB0/k3C5lkuyoDQ/s1600-h/cit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372669308945032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/So-ORVdP5WI/AAAAAAAABB0/k3C5lkuyoDQ/s400/cit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;august, 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my evil sister is freakin fourteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;happy birthday princess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7188266444664162441?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7188266444664162441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7188266444664162441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7188266444664162441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7188266444664162441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-crackin-this-august.html' title='what&apos;s crackin this august?'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/So-NuscV0OI/AAAAAAAABBs/ycnMfcxlGds/s72-c/marcoshari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-6729304798972882177</id><published>2009-06-28T21:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:51:25.635+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's crackin' in June...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Skd-A5B1r4I/AAAAAAAABBk/NczWg5LIASA/s1600-h/IMG_0015+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Skd-A5B1r4I/AAAAAAAABBk/NczWg5LIASA/s400/IMG_0015+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385235926757250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday present for life! Meet Marco ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Skd-Ar7NTvI/AAAAAAAABBc/LCCYzbtMCSc/s1600-h/IMG_0011+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Skd-Ar7NTvI/AAAAAAAABBc/LCCYzbtMCSc/s400/IMG_0011+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385232409284338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course my 21st birthday, celebrated in Sho Noodle Bar&lt;br /&gt;with complimentary birthday cake and sparkling champange.&lt;br /&gt;Mucas gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-6729304798972882177?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6729304798972882177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=6729304798972882177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6729304798972882177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6729304798972882177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-crackin-in-june.html' title='What&apos;s crackin&apos; in June...'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Skd-A5B1r4I/AAAAAAAABBk/NczWg5LIASA/s72-c/IMG_0015+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1479426381658948570</id><published>2009-06-08T10:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:55:36.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22835399@N07/2432888753/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2432888753_cb3b19185f.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 348px; height: 333px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22835399@N07/2432888753/"&gt;joep, our first dog&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22835399@N07/"&gt;sammeke1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like what Stevie said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I hate to say this, but guys are dogs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enough said, you're my new idol, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1479426381658948570?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1479426381658948570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1479426381658948570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1479426381658948570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1479426381658948570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2432888753_cb3b19185f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-2524326507571917571</id><published>2009-05-20T21:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:59:59.852+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajpscs/309489996/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/309489996_69b44b8c62.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 339px; height: 339px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajpscs/309489996/"&gt;the ART of Holding Hands&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ajpscs/"&gt;ajpscs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bless the day I found you&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay around you&lt;br /&gt;And so I beg you, let it be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this heaven from one&lt;br /&gt;If you must cling to someone&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, let it be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we meet love&lt;br /&gt;I find complete love&lt;br /&gt;Without your sweet love what would life be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never leave me lonely&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me only&lt;br /&gt;And that you'll always let it be me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-2524326507571917571?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2524326507571917571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=2524326507571917571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2524326507571917571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2524326507571917571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-be-me.html' title='Let It be Me'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/309489996_69b44b8c62_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3227891180763918227</id><published>2009-05-11T11:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:11:59.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the sun decides to shine again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SgexO76tiaI/AAAAAAAABAk/Km4wBudYvRM/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SgexO76tiaI/AAAAAAAABAk/Km4wBudYvRM/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334427153803872674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on me:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be 21 next month. so? old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my study:&lt;br /&gt;going through my second semester of my masters. i tell you, DO NOT, i repeat DO NOT do masters unless you really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friends:&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bitching partners in indo and kl; my crazy housemates A2510; my best men (lol) vasilios,randy,adjie, rober, etc. leroy, selina, cheryl, rena, sabs, my classmates i miss you guys too. hurrah to marco adrian for his decision to talk to me again! welcome back to bobby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on random things:&lt;br /&gt;i freakin quit nexus (yes people i made it) after realizing i gave up so many things for this one. i thank you guys for constantly reminding me that time should be valued more than just sitting in front of the screen killing monsters lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know, time flies, it really does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i started blogging again; old friends know what this means&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;letting someone important for you to go is difficult; most of the time we failed to do so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my sister. and my cousins too. kisses from melb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and oh, i'll be missing melbourne in no time, i'm coming home for good soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3227891180763918227?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3227891180763918227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3227891180763918227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3227891180763918227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3227891180763918227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-sun-decides-to-shine-again.html' title='and the sun decides to shine again.'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SgexO76tiaI/AAAAAAAABAk/Km4wBudYvRM/s72-c/IMG_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5019353339496117433</id><published>2008-12-09T13:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:29:19.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Valdez Arigatai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;A name is the blueprint of the thing we call character. The name we give to something shapes our attitude to it, what's in it is just about everything we do&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Valdez-Arigatai, literally, is the family name redFLASH and I've been using since the wedding vow was said. It comprises of two family names, hers and mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Valdez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Valdez derives from my Padre's surname. Padre and Madre came from the land of Spain and met in a journey around the world when they were at their early 20's. They visited so many lands just to find that Buya in Korea, is the place they want to spend the rest of their life in. Upon discovering Buya, Shining Jewel in the East, they feel a very strong desire to start a family together. Living in Buya wasn't as easy as Padre thought. The first four years of Padre and Madre's marriage were harsh. They tried very hard to learn the local language and dialect as well as work to ensure that there's always food at home. Fights in between can't be avoided, and Madre was in great distressed. Everyday she goes to work for Kamishia, the Imperial designer, as her assistant. Upon returning home, she had to deal with house chores and sometimes had to face over-exhausted Padre. But the saddest part is, no matter how Madre wanted a child to fill their home with joy and happiness, God seemed hesitant to give their household one. But as they always said, the sun shines after rains; the fifth year of their marriage was the turning point. Padre started his jewellery shop and their only son was born. They named him, llCerberuSll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Arigatai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;redFLASH once told me about her family, her Otosan and Okasan, The Arigatai family. Just like me, redFLASH is the only daughter her Otosan and Okasan have. Her Otosan migrated from the land of Samurai in order to find the true meaning of life. You see, my father in law came from a very wealthy family, but he refused to continue his father's shop for the sake of starting from the very basic. He believes that to have striven, to have made the effort, to have been true to certain ideals - this alone is worth the struggle. His fate then brought him to the kingdom of the wind, the homeland of Princess Lasahn, to whom he finally working for until the end of his life. He served the kingdom as Royal Advisor, in where he met my mother in law, a second degree of Princess Lasahn. They claimed that their love is some kind of love at the first sight because it took only a month before they decided that they are ready to start their life together and only a year to have redFLASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Valdez-Arigatai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Precious memories behind the Valdez and Arigatai family are too great to be forgotten. Valdez, derived from a Spanish word, means brave or audacious, just a right word to describe Madre and Padre, who were able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching. On the other hard, Arigatai means grateful in Japanese as redFLASH's Otosan and Okasan wanted her to show appreciation to every kindness she received. The Valdez-Arigatai believes in the strong bond between the holders of Valdez-Arigatai, to be thruthful to each other and always put family and community first on top of the self.As redFLASH and I were the only child our families had, we'd love to make The Valdez-Arigatai bigger as we don't have children yet. The ever chatty redFLASH found our Valdez-Arigatai new family members, Neharoo the Shikari, WhiteWarr the Assault and the latest addition is BaliBagoes the Baekho, who she found slowly dying in Tangun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you love someone, put their name in a circle; because hearts can be broken, but circles never end&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5019353339496117433?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5019353339496117433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5019353339496117433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5019353339496117433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5019353339496117433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/12/urlhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5334809919093267728</id><published>2008-11-26T08:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:45:00.368+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to come back on blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will not blog often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i'm writing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*this evil woman is currently busy interning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yeah, you can stick your tongue out) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having her summer holidays at the same time*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5334809919093267728?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5334809919093267728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5334809919093267728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5334809919093267728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5334809919093267728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/11/comeback.html' title='the comeback'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-9017059259585370908</id><published>2008-06-29T06:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:55.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to be back here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woot, Kartika Dumasari is back on blogging, YAY! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that Nexus has taken quite a lot of my precious time that I barely forgotten the fact that I have another life, a REAL life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've arrived at Melbourne, I spent a lot of my time wandering around with my family and catch up with good old friends. School will start soon and that means I will have lesser time to have fun. Anyway, I met a few interesting ppl at enrollment day. The enrollment day itself went quite well, I'd have to say. We met the school staff and chose our subject. We are allowed to take up to 24 credits (which means 2 subject) per semester. I decided to take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="no_bullets"&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="https://my.monash.edu.au/study-and-enrolment/study/muso/ITM4030/"&gt;ITM4030: Ethics in World Politics&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="https://my.monash.edu.au/study-and-enrolment/study/muso/PLM4440/"&gt;PLM4440: Global Soul: Consumers, Citizens and Rebels&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Woot. Little I know about those two subjects, but I hope those will be interesting subjects. Can't believe it, I'm about to start masters yo! Duh. I hope I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah, some of you have been askin me, what on earth nexus is. So here, I bring you two screenshots from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SHCUtXfErzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ERpnzAi2754/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SHCUtXfErzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ERpnzAi2754/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835475241774898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This actually was taken on my character wedding day with GedOn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SHCUthLlOdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/posoDghSZe0/s1600-h/House+Naju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SHCUthLlOdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/posoDghSZe0/s400/House+Naju.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835477844376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is our house in Naju, Buya Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;(and no, it does not look like a refugee camp :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost forgot, I'M GOING TO HAVE MY CONVO SOON! yay, my first convo after 3 years grieving at university. It will be on the 17th of August 2008, at 3pm. EXACTLY on Indonesia's independence day. How interesting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-9017059259585370908?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9017059259585370908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=9017059259585370908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9017059259585370908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9017059259585370908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-to-be-back-here.html' title='Good to be back here!'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/SHCUtXfErzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ERpnzAi2754/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4272262741049056265</id><published>2008-05-13T08:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:15:52.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMP ASISI 1999-2002 REUNITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.detiknews.com/images/content/2006/07/10/10/asisi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.detiknews.com/images/content/2006/07/10/10/asisi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setelah sekian lama rencana reunian ada tapi ngga ada yang terealisasi, maka diputuskanlah untuk on-the-go dan nekat buat reunian. It's about time to exchange newest information about each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="courier new" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table  style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;font-family:courier new;" class="info_table" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Event Details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, May 16, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;6:30pm - end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;Kartika Dumasari's House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;Street:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JL. Tebet Barat Dalam VII No. 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sebelah Gudeg Yogya restaurant dan deket Circle K.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bingung telfon gue aja.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;City/Town:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table  style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;font-family:courier new;" class="info_table" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contact Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;0818129725&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;Email:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kartika.dumasari@gmail.com"&gt;kartika.dumasari@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confirmed guests:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed Heikal, Afian Herry, Audi Karina, Briggita Sekar, Daniel Prasetyo, Frengky Merdian, Heri, Indra Haditama, Paulus Joko, Prima Devari, Rionald Napitupulu, Adhitya Yudistira, Cory Hartati, Dimpos Rendy, George Matheus, Geraldy Andre, Stevano Brando, Aldion Mukti, Anry Gary, Gadisa Niken, Kartika Dumasari, Maria Yoshephine, Putri Talitha, Steven Setyadharma, Wahyu Kurniawan, Aditya Lesmana, Andian Kustantiyo, Andri Septian Manurung, Beatrice Bellinda, Beatrix Nathania, Cherryan Rudolke, Erick Glenn, Kasih Karunia, Partogi Leonard, Petrus Joko Priyono, Robin David, Rury Stefany,  Satria Catra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe attending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albertus Aryo, Anastasia Herawati, Diah Retno, Kresensiana Wulan, Roma Duita, Thomas Tiopan, Tris Miriam, Agustina Adelina, Fransisca Fitri, Jillyana, Natasya Irenne, Ric Nurmala Prawitasari, Rosmegawati, Antony Johanson, Budiyanto, Nakita Aldila, Agus Siti, Lusiana, Michael S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not attending (overseas or outstation):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andita Vernada, Astrid Raflina, Delia Ermina, Dominika Kirana, Hendriantono Marsis, Nikson Halomoan, Pangeran Andreas, Ruth Patricia, Soegiono Yuwono, Yulia Nicky, Anastasha Evasari, Antonius Wisnu, Nataya Rahayu, Timothy Yehezkiel, Yesa Syahrazad, Michael Binuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't be reached (ada yang tau nomor mereka ndak?):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Jane, Andrey Hasudungan, Ayu Novita, Liska Bikardi, Trivina Oktasari, Yulianti, Advencia D. Putri, Agnes Satwika, Ario Matakena, Elizabeth Riska, Ferdi Cayadi, Krisantus Adityo, Metta Melanytiro, Sabdella Legi, Silvester Nickolas, Yulietta Meriezka, Astrid Angelita, Cindy Yolanda, Dion Arbenadi Putra, Edi Sudianto, Horas Hasudungan, Maria Goretti, Missken Heddyna, Wening Ariyandari, Andy Kurniawan, Berliyen, Febba Alexander, Juliana Natalia, Laurensia Heriani, Septianus Labadaeng, Tria Aprilia, Vonny Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisa dari yang tersebutkan diatas, sedang gue coba hubungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am having a big problem contacting fellow schoolmates due to incorrect phone number.&lt;br /&gt;Kindly inform former SMP Asisi students (batch 1999-2002 only) you still in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: Bring your own food to be shared or prepare Rp. 20,000 to buy food for dinner (yes, we'll be having dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-4272262741049056265?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4272262741049056265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4272262741049056265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4272262741049056265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4272262741049056265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/05/smp-asisi-1999-2002-reunited.html' title='SMP ASISI 1999-2002 REUNITED!'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7964088592959088694</id><published>2008-04-11T00:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:35:59.839+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia: Be Kind, Rewind Mission</title><content type='html'>Oh well, I never expect that Indonesia will be such a coward in communication and technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably already know, Indonesian government banned five top websites which contain Fitna movie or whatever inside their site, including my beloved YouTube, MySpace and Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon dude, what do you expect out of those banning? You should have educate people, not deciding what's good or bad for the citizens. You ain't our parents, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed learning that the era of Suharto might be coming back (for Indonesians, remember those publishing license (SIUPP) and Tempo case?). And that's the worst scenario of freedom of information. Hopefully our university students once again will go on the demonstration, fighting for free flow of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they're too tipsy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, long live those night clubs&lt;br /&gt;*this is a sarcasm, mind you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7964088592959088694?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7964088592959088694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7964088592959088694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7964088592959088694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7964088592959088694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/04/indonesia-be-kind-rewind-mission.html' title='Indonesia: Be Kind, Rewind Mission'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1943302176133285962</id><published>2008-03-27T18:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:50:41.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a bitch, all you have to do is slap it.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I still like to order delivery from McD. It certainly sucks (yes, the french fries will be soggy upon arrival of the damn thing and the coke is tasteless thanks to mountain of ice inside the stupid paper cup) and expensive (they charge us friggin RM3 for the delivery service). I was ordering food this afternoon and the bloke who answered my call was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "yes, you're ms. kartika, calling from A1717 Mentari Court....may I get your number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o16-(&amp;amp;^)$)&amp;amp;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"once again miss, slowly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"0..1...6...-(...&amp;amp;...&amp;amp;...^...)..$...)...&amp;amp;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, what do you want to order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can i have ayam goreng mcd value meal LARGE and quarter pounder with cheese-A LA CARTE. that's all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, so you want the coke medium or LARGE (stupid question number one)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said ayam goreng mcd value meal large right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, and the quarter pounder miss? do you want mayonnaise (stupid question number two)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pardon?mayonnaise? quarter pounder has cheese, but i never had one with mayonnaise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh okay, and the quarter pounder you want it to be set? medium or large (stupid question number three)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i said a la carte!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, so i repeat your order ya miss...oh wait i confirm your address first, its at ......and you order...is that correct miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yaya..can you give me the order number faster?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok miss..your number is....thank you for @#$@%#^$......?(very long farewell)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he wasted RM2.30 of my credit. stupid bloke. and when it finally arrived, the french fries was soggy, the chicken was smelly and the coke is tasteless. but i'm hungry. so, what should i do but ate it =_=;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1943302176133285962?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1943302176133285962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1943302176133285962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1943302176133285962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1943302176133285962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-like-bitch-all-you-have-to-do.html' title='Life is like a bitch, all you have to do is slap it.'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-6760262960647440185</id><published>2008-03-19T14:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:56.439+07:00</updated><title type='text'>'the Return: A 2nd Chance' Recap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pheww...been a while since I actually write something here. Well, as this is my final semester in Taylor's, the course require all of its students to do a social awareness campaign. My batch chose to do a Marine Turtle Conservation Project called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://the-return.blogspot.com/"&gt;'the Return: A 2nd Chance'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Its been a great journey working with the team of 15. I will definitely miss you guys ;) since we've been together gether for almost 3 years. Wow, time DOES fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCmD3lYoI/AAAAAAAAApA/9CO-fIzMKOc/s1600-h/IMG_9228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCmD3lYoI/AAAAAAAAApA/9CO-fIzMKOc/s400/IMG_9228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179494268093686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' at Breakfast with the Return, February 19th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCjz3lYlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qzTEuiiGsp0/s1600-h/IMG_9510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCjz3lYlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qzTEuiiGsp0/s400/IMG_9510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179494229438980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' at International Year of The Reef 2008, February 20th 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at Highstreet One Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCkj3lYmI/AAAAAAAAAow/WJRY8qeA2gk/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCkj3lYmI/AAAAAAAAAow/WJRY8qeA2gk/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179494242323882594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' at Turtle for Dummies Quiz Game Show, March 05th, 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FClj3lYnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QKi4Jedpzrw/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FClj3lYnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QKi4Jedpzrw/s400/IMG_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179494259503751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' and volunteers at Raptor Watch Week 2008 at Tanjung Ilham, PD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0Fz3lYgI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pT-s1Nbj5J0/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0Fz3lYgI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pT-s1Nbj5J0/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179407952135938562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' at Go Green Day, Marh 11th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0GT3lYhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zGycV_ra8ws/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0GT3lYhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zGycV_ra8ws/s400/IMG_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179407960725873170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the volunteers (you rock guys!) and I at 'Dawn of a New Beginning', March 18th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0GT3lYiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/MQ8yK-gJ_po/s1600-h/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-D0GT3lYiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/MQ8yK-gJ_po/s400/223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179407960725873186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the Return' members, Amir 'emcee of the day', Issac 'the usher', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeffery 'Aida ' and Nelson  'the 6.30 dude'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-EWQj3lYkI/AAAAAAAAAog/VUBqUAXG2uU/s1600-h/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-EWQj3lYkI/AAAAAAAAAog/VUBqUAXG2uU/s400/216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179445520214876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabina &amp;amp; Shari (*Nelson peeking*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was great being a part of 'the Return'. We spent so much time working, sweating, crying, laughing, eating, pissing off together. Surely some hatred also come along the way, but at the end of the day we all work as one team, we all work together to achieve something bigger than ourselves. We learned a lot, and that's what matter most. I love you guys, thank you for those 3 wonderful years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-6760262960647440185?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6760262960647440185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=6760262960647440185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6760262960647440185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6760262960647440185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/03/return-2nd-chance-recap.html' title='&apos;the Return: A 2nd Chance&apos; Recap!'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R-FCmD3lYoI/AAAAAAAAApA/9CO-fIzMKOc/s72-c/IMG_9228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3326413100018394473</id><published>2008-03-01T16:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:43:39.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Handwriting Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly energetic. You are a passionate, intense, vigorous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free thinker. You are unique, open minded, and artistic. You don't care what other people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3326413100018394473?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3326413100018394473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3326413100018394473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3326413100018394473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3326413100018394473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-says.html' title='It says:'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8838343395459911190</id><published>2008-02-03T19:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:56.469+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you met my friend called expectation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R6W0468nLOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LAjBG3a7Rm4/s1600-h/23012008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R6W0468nLOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LAjBG3a7Rm4/s400/23012008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162731437839297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In happier time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As human being, we play roles in our life. And it's not something that you can do well easily. Me, myself, has been playing roles since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a daughter, I devote my life to my nuclear family. I have to do well in almost everything and my behavior toward others have to be constantly good as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As the oldest grandchildren according to Bataknese culture, It's my job not to complain those long yet interesting and exhausting weeding ceremonies, funerals, or simply just a family gathering. I will have to take care 15 of cousins that my dad's side have and their failures are for me to be blamed on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a student, lecturers expect me to score nice alphabet, attend every classes and submit assignments on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As an employee, the big boss wants everything to be done nicely, correctly, creatively and so many other -lys to be mentioned. Should you make any mistakes, God knows what will happen to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a best friend, I always need to be there for my best friends, to make sure that they are doing well, that they are happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a girl friend, I have to admit the reality that I will be the one who have to wait, who will bend on my knee and hope that everything will be just fine on his side, to make sure that his path goes smoothly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a part of the society, there's always a behavioral standard exists. Once I can't meet the expectations, stereotypes, prejudice or whatever you might know it by, will be on my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As an adult (yes, i will be bloody 20 this year), people always think that making good judgment won't be any difficult for me, yet, they never  really think that sometimes people make mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a/an (.....) and the list goes on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life gives us many expectations. Sometimes we do well, but most of the time, we failed to do so. If you're asking me, how well did I do in life, I think I can only give myself 4 out of 10. I still have to learn, still have to fall down and start over once again. There are times that I just want to go back to a point when whether I meet the expectations or not, people won't be this judgmental. Yet, pain is there so you learn. I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8838343395459911190?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8838343395459911190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8838343395459911190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8838343395459911190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8838343395459911190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-met-my-friend-called.html' title='Have you met my friend called expectation?'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R6W0468nLOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LAjBG3a7Rm4/s72-c/23012008%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5694633200991673296</id><published>2008-01-16T16:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:51:30.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I, really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" name="widget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BA2BE9F.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D28CE3C.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;amp;bgcolor=##000000&amp;amp;habitslabel=BACK%20TO%20BASICS&amp;amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;funlabel=ESCAPE%20ARTIST&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE%20BUG&amp;amp;userhome=http://friends.imagini.net/@2052648-b341" align="middle" height="240" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(150, 150, 150); padding: 5px 0pt 0pt; text-align: center; width: 340px; height: 25px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5694633200991673296?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5694633200991673296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5694633200991673296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5694633200991673296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5694633200991673296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-am-i-really.html' title='Who am I, really?'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3712815493832252691</id><published>2008-01-12T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:56.604+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pint of Haagen Dazs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes you can't help it but trying to entertain yourself when you're down, when everything just difficult or when there's nobody you can talk to at the moment. And this is a pint of  entertainment for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R4h4_kxPxUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/T4aCuoIg3fQ/s1600-h/WebCam_20080112_1612.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R4h4_kxPxUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/T4aCuoIg3fQ/s320/WebCam_20080112_1612.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154502807122855234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, for some of you it's only an ice cream. Not for me though. Ice cream has been my best friend for the past 3 years. It works as strong as panadol, aspirin, tylenol or whatever medicines be. It lifts up my mood (which happened to swings a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester will be my last semester (hopefully). Counting the days, sharing the joyous moments left. My batch is currently working on Marine Turtle Conservation as our final project. We need everyone's support, so drop by to our blog at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://the-return.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; and have yourself an update of our project. We are more than happy to welcome you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my classmates since semester one, hope this semester will be a blast for all of us, before working field turns us into a rotten tomatoes :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3712815493832252691?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3712815493832252691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3712815493832252691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3712815493832252691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3712815493832252691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2008/01/pint-of-haagen-dazs.html' title='A pint of Haagen Dazs.'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R4h4_kxPxUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/T4aCuoIg3fQ/s72-c/WebCam_20080112_1612.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-9082510679558965577</id><published>2007-11-23T09:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:56.717+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stevie Awards 24 carats Trophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R0Y0r8CA7OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/m_PKTss5jjw/s1600-h/IMG_4864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R0Y0r8CA7OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/m_PKTss5jjw/s400/IMG_4864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135850354516225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="dropcaps"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h, how I miss bitching about stuff here. Finally, yesterday I had the chance to take pictures with this 24 carat gold trophy! Oh man, it was heavy, I swear. 8kgs to be exact. This trophy was presented in Munich, Germany about two months ago. We (Unilever Indonesia's team - and I'm fortunate enough to be in the team back then) won one category and nominated for two categories. I was surprised to receive the news that we actually win it since the preparation was very short. Well, hard work won't be wasted when you really put effort into it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I'm here in Jakarta once again. Enjoying my holiday with a lot of napping time and food. However, I have to admit that Jakarta's traffic really getting on my nerves. It took me bloody half a day to do stuff. Well, what do you expect from this old Jakarta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to write about, yet.  Plus I'm worrying about my exam result. I have this bad feeling that I won't pass one or two subjects. I hope not, cuz I can't afford to bear with the same classes all over again. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-9082510679558965577?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9082510679558965577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=9082510679558965577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9082510679558965577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9082510679558965577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/11/stevie-awards-24-carats-trophy.html' title='The Stevie Awards 24 carats Trophy'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/R0Y0r8CA7OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/m_PKTss5jjw/s72-c/IMG_4864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5756189621539615588</id><published>2007-10-10T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:57.428+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If an earthquake or another tsunami coming tomorrow, at least I thank God I write this today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of people that really mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could mention all here in this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnY79JQAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tTvJ8evxpJk/s1600-h/29062007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnY79JQAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tTvJ8evxpJk/s400/29062007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119580554522083330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is yessa syahrazad. He was my classmate since grade 7. I shared a lot of stories and I guess rya and him are my biggest secret keeper ever. Oh, yeah, he teased me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxkqL9JP-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VquREOGvMrI/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxkqL9JP-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VquREOGvMrI/s400/DSC01573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577552339943394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, another picture of you, Roberlin. hehehe..you're my source of joy and happiness these days. Thank you for being there and your willingness to hear my comments everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnYr9JP_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/lwBYQqX7Qfk/s1600-h/lengkap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnYr9JP_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/lwBYQqX7Qfk/s400/lengkap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119580550227116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, and these girls. Bilmi, Lidya, Maya, Nana and of course Rika (I'm sorry Rik, you're not in this picture). You guys been a very good friend of mine. Remembering every moment we shared in high school, my house, lidya's house, pasar tebet, plaza senayan, cheesecake factory, sari salon, etc. I miss those good old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkpb9JP7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BujJNBjT7yI/s1600-h/a2510+senior+members..huehue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkpb9JP7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BujJNBjT7yI/s400/a2510+senior+members..huehue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577539455041458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates back then when we're new in Taylor's. You guys taught me a lesson I will not forget. Ellyn, Shirley, Pita and Julan. Thank you for every feedback you gave me. Thank you for your patience, it means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnZL9JQBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fOZ-11Bau5s/s1600-h/IMG_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnZL9JQBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fOZ-11Bau5s/s400/IMG_2684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119580558817050642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxn5L9JQCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BurzRB4SkZQ/s1600-h/25082007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxn5L9JQCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BurzRB4SkZQ/s400/25082007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119581108572864546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course my wonderful course mate. It's been 2.5 years and we're graduating soon. Selina, Leroy, Cheryl, Rena, Dian, Resa, Mbak Novi, Melisa, Sammy, Stephanie, Sabrina, Kean Foong, Alfonsius, my original batch and also seniors and juniors. You guys rocks. Selina and Leroy, thank you for 'temani me here and there, not teman dalam senang saja'. Cheryl thank you for listening to our fave topic, sluts =). Rena thank you for hosting me in Mallaca and your 'its okay, take your time'. Dian for your patience in everything, you are a great friend. Resa for your critics, which show me that there's still someone who cares about me. Mbak Novi for showing me that eagerness of studying. Melisa for the talks we have sometimes. Sabrina, Sammy and Stephanie for your hard work. and Alfonsius for the videos. hahaha...I love you all, and sorry for being the source of noise in class. Don't worry, after next semester, you guys won't hear it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkp79JP8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/dF38YJVAhqU/s1600-h/04082006%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkp79JP8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/dF38YJVAhqU/s400/04082006%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577548044976066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkp79JP9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/PLBTdVfpCuQ/s1600-h/24072006%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rwxkp79JP9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/PLBTdVfpCuQ/s400/24072006%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577548044976082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astri and Vivi, my old housemates. I'm sorry for forcing you guys to go to Langkawi hihihi. I still feel guilty. Astri, thank you so much for our girls session back then, our good trips and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from them, these guys also mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;Adjie, Adit, Adrian, Randy, Indra, and the list goes on until the next sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;"May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5756189621539615588?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5756189621539615588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5756189621539615588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5756189621539615588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5756189621539615588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-blind-friendship-closes-its.html' title='Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwxnY79JQAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tTvJ8evxpJk/s72-c/29062007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8157171553563755356</id><published>2007-10-07T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:57.611+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking quite a lot lately. I have bunch of unanswered questions in my head. The biggest one recently is '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;what do I want to do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;'. Next year hopefully I will finished my degree. So, what's next? My parents offered me two or even three choices: continue my master degree, go for a youth exchange program or simply just find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First option is quite tempting. I'm certainly not ready to go to work everyday. But then, another 1,5 years of studying? Uh oh, I can see boredom coming along the way. Secondly, the youth exchange. Well, I will be competing with so many candidates from all over Indonesia. Thus, I have small chance, but no harm in trying I think. And last one, find a job. Big problem. I am so not ready for a job.  Well, we'll see where my thought will lead me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwhTXb9JP6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/93pbkZRRFFE/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwhTXb9JP6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/93pbkZRRFFE/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118432638612881314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would like to go back to my childhood phase of life. It was wonderful time, I remember. Life was so enjoyable, unlike now where problems and troubles annoyed me all the time. I barely understand myself, leave alone my friends and family&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. I am trapped into the drama of my life, without knowing how to release myself from it&lt;/span&gt;. I turned into a more complicated person, full of jealousy, egocentric and sadly, too sensitive as well. I took others' words too seriously, until sometimes what they meant as a joke became a nightmare for me. I became this disaster for others and myself as well. I remember I was complaining about my life to my mother. She said I should have thank God for whatever I had and have now and treat others' without expecting the same feedback. Because it does not work that way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You do what you can do to others because you love them, not because you want something out of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ellyn gave me a bookmark with a saying in it. It says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people pass through this world and leave it just as they found it. But people like you take time to do special things that make the world more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;". Will I be able to do it? I will :), after all I still have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8157171553563755356?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8157171553563755356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8157171553563755356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8157171553563755356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8157171553563755356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/10/cookies-anyone.html' title='Cookies, anyone?'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RwhTXb9JP6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/93pbkZRRFFE/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5302691242238391844</id><published>2007-10-03T20:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:10:15.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>According to the shit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm 2: The Helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you.&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Best: You are deeply giving, altruistic, and humble. You devote your life to others while caring for yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Worst: You are manipulative and enjoy making other people guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fixation: Rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Fear: Being unworthy of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Desire: To be loved unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Number 2's: Mother Teresa, John Travolta, Princess Diana, Dr. Phil, and Mr. Rogers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5302691242238391844?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5302691242238391844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5302691242238391844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5302691242238391844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5302691242238391844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/10/according-to-shit.html' title='According to the shit...'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4691671511249639242</id><published>2007-09-26T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:58.191+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rv4L-r9JP2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S3LJWP_q0hA/s1600-h/Donut+Jorok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rv4L-r9JP2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S3LJWP_q0hA/s320/Donut+Jorok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115539398318440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have dreams. I am one of those people you will find constantly sitting on a bench at a park nearby or pretty much everywhere. I love creating another world in my head, putting everyone I like there and ditch people I don't really like. My friend said I'm too naive, for having a though that there's such thing like unconditional kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried too. Well, a cry that people never expected to come from one noisy bug called kartika dumasari. I don't really like the idea of people see me crying, I just don't. I will go home or find an empty room, and do the thing. I will do the self talk thingy, or even shout at nobody and cry until my brain says "stop". and I will stop, wash my face and back to the reality. But sometimes it's not that easy. When you lose people you care the most, you just couldn't stop thinking about them over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that everyone deserves a second chance, another reason for my lovely friend to call me naive. Well, trying to keep yourself happy in this world is not an easy job to do. I keep myself busy with my thoughts, my family, my roberlin and my closest friends. And I thank them for being there in my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-4691671511249639242?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4691671511249639242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4691671511249639242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4691671511249639242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4691671511249639242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/09/complicated-mind.html' title='Complicated Mind'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rv4L-r9JP2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S3LJWP_q0hA/s72-c/Donut+Jorok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-6522330085082232840</id><published>2007-09-16T01:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:59.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Gary, Sunway Pyramid and KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start today's bitching class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhMO3HzUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-eiIpnmuZ2U/s1600-h/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhMO3HzUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-eiIpnmuZ2U/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110496171190111554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQ-3HzZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KtRlvl10AT8/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQ-3HzZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KtRlvl10AT8/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110498451817745810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's this  mall in a secluded area called Sunway Pyramid which those school punks  go to  after college or during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQe3HzXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xRt3iwQtQw8/s1600-h/IMG_0274-%7B9CAF657B-A79C-4519-B672-5327B96CA3CB%7D-v351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQe3HzXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xRt3iwQtQw8/s320/IMG_0274-%7B9CAF657B-A79C-4519-B672-5327B96CA3CB%7D-v351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110498443227811186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided  to walk from mentari court to  sunway pyramid. result? basket nyeeetttt parah. We were sweating like crazy but then managed to go to Kim Gary and grab some snacks. We ordered french toast, ying yong hongkong style, baked chicken wings with cheese and also  a burger. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhJu3HzQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jcKaxl8BH_c/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhJu3HzQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jcKaxl8BH_c/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110496128240438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This french toast made my day. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjP-3HzVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sVeN1yUfKaM/s1600-h/IMG_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjP-3HzVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sVeN1yUfKaM/s320/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110498434637876562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the dinner time, I can't help it but crying over my external hardrive. it saves my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhKu3HzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hqz4-ae3gsk/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhKu3HzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hqz4-ae3gsk/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110496145420307730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, it's 9pm, time to wake mr.sleepyhead up. What can I do, he slept again after breakfast. dasar bet kamu nyebelin banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhLO3HzSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EIwqwcJhRV4/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhLO3HzSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EIwqwcJhRV4/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110496154010242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can we go home? I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhLe3HzTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oP_CZCPiWJM/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhLe3HzTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oP_CZCPiWJM/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110496158305209650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, one place more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQu3HzYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OfaNXa3MYkc/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwjQu3HzYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OfaNXa3MYkc/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110498447522778498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodnight KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-6522330085082232840?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6522330085082232840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=6522330085082232840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6522330085082232840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6522330085082232840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/09/kim-gary-sunway-pyramid-and-klcc.html' title='Kim Gary, Sunway Pyramid and KLCC'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuwhMO3HzUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-eiIpnmuZ2U/s72-c/IMG_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3545389791515295292</id><published>2007-09-13T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:59.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>an apple, an earthquake, LDR and stereotyping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's 12 am  and i still can't sleep.  so, i  will indulge myself in another bitching session today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuleNe3HzNI/AAAAAAAAATk/ht52leclD-s/s1600-h/Red-Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuleNe3HzNI/AAAAAAAAATk/ht52leclD-s/s320/Red-Apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109718837944110290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I found it funny, when lately, i engaged in this situation called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;an apple a day makes your life healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;". Fact is, I can't afford buying those expensive snacks for my late night craving habit. So, yes, I decided to stick with apples. It's such a good companion for your hungry stomach when you still awake at 2 o'clock in the morning, either doing your paperwork or simply having insomnia syndrome. Well, just make sure you don't pick the green one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuleNu3HzOI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikDcw-bu8NA/s1600-h/long+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuleNu3HzOI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikDcw-bu8NA/s320/long+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109718842239077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Surprisingly, ellyn's consciousness of tremor is very strong. She felt it when Indonesia hit by small scale of tsunami yesterday and early morning afterwards. When she asked me whether I feel it or not, I was laughing while telling her that it might be wrong. But then I felt it by myself. It was scary since we are staying in the 17th floor, and the tremor was quite strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RulgK-3HzPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NHbixb9gsqM/s1600-h/robbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RulgK-3HzPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NHbixb9gsqM/s320/robbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109720994017692914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And, surprisingly again, I engaged in another long distance relationship. I'm not going to preach about how difficult it is or how ldrs tend to end up unhappily ever after or how jealous I am seeing ellyn went out in regular basis with ah wong. What I'm going to do is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bersyukur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; (it sounds better in bahasa indonesia) and work my ass off to make it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally (which i dont have any picture to support this), i'm talking about stereotyping. Today, my class had organizational behavior test. When i'm about to go out since i finish my paper early, my lecturer asked me whether i'm fasting or not. *sigh* . and I said "no miss, I'm Catholic". okay, now she's stereotyping me, just because I look like a Malay (all Malays in Malaysia are muslim, or that's what I know so far). I've been experiencing this for ages, but sometimes, it still gives me an electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so long, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3545389791515295292?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3545389791515295292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3545389791515295292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3545389791515295292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3545389791515295292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/09/apple-earthquake-ldr-and-stereotyping.html' title='an apple, an earthquake, LDR and stereotyping'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuleNe3HzNI/AAAAAAAAATk/ht52leclD-s/s72-c/Red-Apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4238844051334019411</id><published>2007-09-08T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:01.098+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhores of Taylor's</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, God knows  we all are camwhores  most of the time. This week allows us to take quite numbers of picture around kuala lumpur. Ups, not around Kuala Lumpur, it's more to around Taylor's College, Bukit Bintang, and KLCC Park. So, here the pics are..(kindly puke after you see all of the pics, not during.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5VYWcEwI/AAAAAAAAATE/f9Mmk1Eq3OI/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5VYWcEwI/AAAAAAAAATE/f9Mmk1Eq3OI/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107848704356520706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We know it's dirty and wet, but we just can't resist when Leroy said "Selina, go there!". Snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5V4WcExI/AAAAAAAAATM/AFVC1LXz1Bs/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5V4WcExI/AAAAAAAAATM/AFVC1LXz1Bs/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107848712946455314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Cheryl said, this is "frame to frame pic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5WYWcEyI/AAAAAAAAATU/PfBqS8IcHtM/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5WYWcEyI/AAAAAAAAATU/PfBqS8IcHtM/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107848721536389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yeah, we're friggin' tired after all those walks. Dinner time? certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5WoWcEzI/AAAAAAAAATc/WKJCOOhqyr0/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5WoWcEzI/AAAAAAAAATc/WKJCOOhqyr0/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107848725831357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, this is not my first time coming here. It's my erm..1000 time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2qoWcErI/AAAAAAAAASc/HH_D37VYzUM/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2qoWcErI/AAAAAAAAASc/HH_D37VYzUM/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845770893857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise, surprise. We're intruders. And we met the Tan Sri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2rIWcEsI/AAAAAAAAASk/uK1xEChzEgg/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2rIWcEsI/AAAAAAAAASk/uK1xEChzEgg/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845779483792066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We do look like tourists, no? Get in, faster, FASTER. and get out. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2rYWcEtI/AAAAAAAAASs/MnpUw8dF1Vo/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2rYWcEtI/AAAAAAAAASs/MnpUw8dF1Vo/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845783778759378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where were we? umm..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2roWcEuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RIhaHLJsnSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2roWcEuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RIhaHLJsnSQ/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845788073726690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bukit bintang - KLCC. Exercise dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2sIWcEvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/r63VrQggJhs/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK2sIWcEvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/r63VrQggJhs/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845796663661298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hi to Leroy's new family. and uh, Selina and Leroy actually look like they're on honeymoon. peace guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0nIWcEoI/AAAAAAAAASE/n-ybaItHEQ8/s1600-h/P9030193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0nIWcEoI/AAAAAAAAASE/n-ybaItHEQ8/s320/P9030193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843511741059714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food poisoning? A very long Taxi q? ring the bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0noWcEpI/AAAAAAAAASM/BblDzEoKbLE/s1600-h/P9040206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0noWcEpI/AAAAAAAAASM/BblDzEoKbLE/s320/P9040206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843520330994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww..poor students have to study. Relax, this is our 2nd last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0oIWcEqI/AAAAAAAAASU/WwwEiM2s6q0/s1600-h/P9040213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK0oIWcEqI/AAAAAAAAASU/WwwEiM2s6q0/s320/P9040213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843528920928930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking of the days..I'll be missing you guys (where's Cheryl??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-4238844051334019411?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4238844051334019411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4238844051334019411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4238844051334019411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4238844051334019411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/09/camwhores-of-taylors.html' title='Camwhores of Taylor&apos;s'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RuK5VYWcEwI/AAAAAAAAATE/f9Mmk1Eq3OI/s72-c/IMG_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3758730862243381601</id><published>2007-09-01T13:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:02.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pinky promise, only this time I put your picture (not even a picture, it's only the threshold of you!) here. hello everyone, this is obet, and he just celebrated his birthday yesterday. hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtkI9oWcEdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1Mrb9gBICIA/s1600-h/thresholdnya+obet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtkI9oWcEdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1Mrb9gBICIA/s200/thresholdnya+obet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105121507497742802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ohhh right, so let's talk about mallaca. last week cheryl, rena, resa, selina, leroy and I went to Mallaca to seek for information about Peranakan Culture for our ethnic relations class. Well, the trip turned out to be holiday trip (hoho, like what i was expected). We took bus from KL straight away to Mallaca. Then Rena's dad fetched us. We were there for four days, and in those four days we ate a lot, A LOT! Thanks to Rena who were willing to have five pigs in her house. And here are some pics we took (out of zillion pics).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZIWcEhI/AAAAAAAAARM/1iKZ9hWsSVc/s1600-h/1_977020624l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZIWcEhI/AAAAAAAAARM/1iKZ9hWsSVc/s200/1_977020624l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105187950641811986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; This is not an ordinary graffiti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's actually an ad for murals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And oh, it was extremely hot back then. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIWoWcEmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y69zjrNtrTs/s1600-h/27082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIWoWcEmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y69zjrNtrTs/s200/27082007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105191206227022434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;McD everwhere. But it's okay since we had spanish tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin it, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZIWcEiI/AAAAAAAAARU/O-IDxSrRYg0/s1600-h/1_410140637l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZIWcEiI/AAAAAAAAARU/O-IDxSrRYg0/s200/1_410140637l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105187950641812002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZIWcEiI/AAAAAAAAARU/O-IDxSrRYg0/s1600-h/1_410140637l.jpg"&gt;This is Dataran Pahlawan (or palawan?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIW4WcEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X_nY-VNxcDs/s1600-h/25082007%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIW4WcEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X_nY-VNxcDs/s200/25082007%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105191210521989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIW4WcEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X_nY-VNxcDs/s1600-h/25082007%28016%29.jpg"&gt;We had satay celup for dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Kangkung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlIW4WcEnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/X_nY-VNxcDs/s1600-h/25082007%28016%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZYWcEjI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZiPJpJ022jg/s1600-h/1_656545078l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZYWcEjI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZiPJpJ022jg/s200/1_656545078l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105187954936779314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Resa took this, and it's actually quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at me, ready-to-boker-soon-pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZYWcEkI/AAAAAAAAARk/45y9tgij9Uk/s1600-h/25082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZYWcEkI/AAAAAAAAARk/45y9tgij9Uk/s200/25082007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105187954936779330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZYWcEkI/AAAAAAAAARk/45y9tgij9Uk/s1600-h/25082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;This is Mr. Cheong's gallery.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's crazy yet very nice to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZoWcElI/AAAAAAAAARs/TnUjugBXTzg/s1600-h/26082007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtlFZoWcElI/AAAAAAAAARs/TnUjugBXTzg/s200/26082007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105187959231746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We're near Rena's house, Ujong Pasir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The beach is not really nice, but at least Cheryl finished her HW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rtk_NoWcEgI/AAAAAAAAARE/6EVEpHoI4bQ/s1600-h/26082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rtk_NoWcEgI/AAAAAAAAARE/6EVEpHoI4bQ/s200/26082007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105181156003549698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rtk_NoWcEgI/AAAAAAAAARE/6EVEpHoI4bQ/s1600-h/26082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;POSERS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we admit it, we're all camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long Mallaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3758730862243381601?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3758730862243381601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3758730862243381601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3758730862243381601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3758730862243381601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/09/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RtkI9oWcEdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1Mrb9gBICIA/s72-c/thresholdnya+obet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1540121200159485191</id><published>2007-08-20T20:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:02.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RsnWl4WcEZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wfajOG9juek/s1600-h/756836650l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RsnWl4WcEZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wfajOG9juek/s400/756836650l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100843999243800978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ah, so miss kartika dumasari decided to start writing all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i miss jakarta so much lately.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my home, my family, my friends, my memories, my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, i'm going back this friday for my semester break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since there are too much work to be done, i decided not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word: homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second last semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy being in this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, we're all old, seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those new kids on the block seems so young, and stupid. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they use their id card around college like we used to do back then in semester one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they talked a lot, loudly, just like we used to do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they worried about assignments, just like we used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies, yes, it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year we won't meet each other everyday, walk to college together,&lt;br /&gt;go to sakae sushi or any other place as a big group, irritate each other,&lt;br /&gt;bitch about people, cry over assignments and last minute study for exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we'll walk our own path, we choose our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to have all my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they are my family here in taylor's.&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful family of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in ten years time, hope we could sit down together like we are now,&lt;br /&gt;ordering a portion of tom yam fried rice, or sugar pronta, or crispy chicken rice, or tea o ice and talking over assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh noooo, next year will be our last semester! no no no.&lt;br /&gt;time flies, yes it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, i am sleepy to the max.&lt;br /&gt;means i have stop my bullshit now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1540121200159485191?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1540121200159485191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1540121200159485191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1540121200159485191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1540121200159485191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah-so-miss-kartika-dumasari-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RsnWl4WcEZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wfajOG9juek/s72-c/756836650l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-431554853923517829</id><published>2007-06-25T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:03.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;melbourne winter fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080020173268383922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bbrd6-LI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jpIP6gAk1Vk/s200/sha4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_ba7d6-JI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CL2PYg0oV7s/s1600-h/sha2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080020160383482002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_ba7d6-JI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CL2PYg0oV7s/s200/sha2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bbbd6-KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/S3F4L7YIwqY/s1600-h/sha3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080020168973416610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bbbd6-KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/S3F4L7YIwqY/s200/sha3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bb7d6-MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MkBjhexsH5E/s1600-h/sha5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080020177563351234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bb7d6-MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MkBjhexsH5E/s200/sha5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_babd6-II/AAAAAAAAAOs/6Mcn-gXGnHo/s1600-h/sha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080020151793547394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_babd6-II/AAAAAAAAAOs/6Mcn-gXGnHo/s200/sha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_babd6-II/AAAAAAAAAOs/6Mcn-gXGnHo/s1600-h/sha.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_babd6-II/AAAAAAAAAOs/6Mcn-gXGnHo/s1600-h/sha.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/4701366043840068299-431554853923517829?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/431554853923517829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=431554853923517829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/431554853923517829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/431554853923517829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/06/melbourne-winter-fest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rn_bbrd6-LI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jpIP6gAk1Vk/s72-c/sha4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8215147568730543908</id><published>2007-04-13T01:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:03.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh6Cj3EcloI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lniys9Hfi-g/s1600-h/31032007(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052619384545908354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh6Cj3EcloI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lniys9Hfi-g/s320/31032007(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh6ClXEclpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bYoSLCqSHZM/s1600-h/10032007(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052619410315712146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh6ClXEclpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bYoSLCqSHZM/s320/10032007(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Last time sakae's picture with astri. and oh, i just wanna post this picture as a tribute to my hs friend hesti nola nugroho ?? hahaha...okay, this is lame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh59ZHEclnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nnrafVDRa5U/s1600-h/11042007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052613702304175730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh59ZHEclnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nnrafVDRa5U/s400/11042007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; oh exam, look what u've done to me. looks 40 years older than usual with those heavy eyebags and no smile (oh, this is lame!). i just hope that exam will be over soon so that i could get my rest happily. i miss bubur ayam (chicken porridge) and also all of those padang food. well, yesterday i went for sakae sushi with leroy, selina and dian (look at the chopstick above) hahaha.well, it was fun but i didnt eat much. only 4 plates cuz i lost my appetite suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, exam getting harder and harder and i dont think i did good enough because i didnt study eagerly.well, what do u expect from me? the very last minute person. thats bad of course.how am i gonna survive later on in working field?i'll suffer for sure. nada nada nada, mayday mayday ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8215147568730543908?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8215147568730543908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8215147568730543908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8215147568730543908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8215147568730543908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-time-sakaes-picture-with-astri.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rh6Cj3EcloI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lniys9Hfi-g/s72-c/31032007(013).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-2459125395302456629</id><published>2007-03-30T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:06.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgznilolNaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TlM_RGr9JeI/s1600-h/Cover+Portfolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047663863779374498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgznilolNaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TlM_RGr9JeI/s320/Cover+Portfolio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the whole but incomplete project for this semester in Promotional Writing class. We were supposed to make our own porfolio consists of 2 campaign and 2 self ads with resume. It was tough and need patience and hardwork. Frankly speaking, I really have no idea about how in the end I am able to complete this whole stuff. Anyways thanks for masdims,mascat,ellyn,leroy and others who helped me brainstorm and gave support all the time from the beginning of this semester until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzlHVolNXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jtpmLDCK4fo/s1600-h/logo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047661196604683634" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzlHVolNXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jtpmLDCK4fo/s400/logo4.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Self-Ads&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzlflolNYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/STZJ3CSgHNw/s1600-h/the+porsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047661613216511362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzlflolNYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/STZJ3CSgHNw/s200/the+porsche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047661617511478674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rgzlf1olNZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CNqmtTtXRI4/s200/Checkmate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SYKO-G Promo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkYlolNRI/AAAAAAAAANE/y1C8L06NhT8/s1600-h/Newspaper+Ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660393445799186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkYlolNRI/AAAAAAAAANE/y1C8L06NhT8/s200/Newspaper+Ads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZlolNSI/AAAAAAAAANM/D2VqMXPRqs4/s1600-h/MagsAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660410625668386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZlolNSI/AAAAAAAAANM/D2VqMXPRqs4/s200/MagsAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZlolNTI/AAAAAAAAANU/QMtorKs63js/s1600-h/BannerAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660410625668402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZlolNTI/AAAAAAAAANU/QMtorKs63js/s200/BannerAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZ1olNUI/AAAAAAAAANc/VdS2JBCju4s/s1600-h/Billboard+Ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660414920635714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZ1olNUI/AAAAAAAAANc/VdS2JBCju4s/s200/Billboard+Ads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZ1olNVI/AAAAAAAAANk/YUmHntAn7s0/s1600-h/PostcardAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660414920635730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkZ1olNVI/AAAAAAAAANk/YUmHntAn7s0/s200/PostcardAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Above are the campaign ads for DJ Syko- G. His campaign is harder to be done comparing to batique campaign . So, yeah, thank God I am able to complete this. nanana... Oh ya anyways, above are those promo stuff consists of magazine Ad, newspaper Ad, Billboard Ad, Internet Banner and also direct mailing in form of postcard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047654968902104322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rgzfc1olNQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z1ULamzY1fk/s400/batiklogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHr1olNKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PZrsk4IlFqk/s1600-h/NewspaperAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047628838321075362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHr1olNKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PZrsk4IlFqk/s200/NewspaperAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHsFolNLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YZc6VoYEjgY/s1600-h/MagazineAds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047628842616042674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHsFolNLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YZc6VoYEjgY/s200/MagazineAds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHsVolNMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Zwfs82lJSU8/s1600-h/BannerAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047628846911009986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHsVolNMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Zwfs82lJSU8/s200/BannerAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkvVolNWI/AAAAAAAAANs/Bb9xk3X3Gd0/s1600-h/BillboardAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047660784287823202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzkvVolNWI/AAAAAAAAANs/Bb9xk3X3Gd0/s200/BillboardAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHsVolNNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1ICTJY3_GcU/s1600-h/BannerAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHslolNOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/frQwEm6j6H4/s1600-h/PostcardAds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047628851205977314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzHslolNOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/frQwEm6j6H4/s200/PostcardAds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzfM1olNPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qTzDPN3TfCc/s1600-h/PostcardAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047654694024197362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgzfM1olNPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qTzDPN3TfCc/s200/PostcardAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;These are the print ads I made for batique, minus the TV Ad and Radio Ad. Basically the concept is where do you stand. The bold dots represented mainstream people while the batique flower might represents you, all depends in whether you want to be mainstream person or dare to stand out by yourself. It's not as good as advertising stream student might come up of course but I guess adequate for a PR student. Anyways I thank God cuz all of these (hard)work is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-2459125395302456629?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2459125395302456629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=2459125395302456629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2459125395302456629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2459125395302456629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-whole-but-incomplete-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgznilolNaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TlM_RGr9JeI/s72-c/Cover+Portfolio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-9184215621532494644</id><published>2007-03-29T20:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:06.695+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/td1ZassS74E/s1600-h/logo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047437265599804562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/td1ZassS74E/s200/logo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZcVolNFI/AAAAAAAAALg/Yx52yQLgU0Q/s1600-h/Company-Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047437257009869906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZcVolNFI/AAAAAAAAALg/Yx52yQLgU0Q/s200/Company-Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZclolNGI/AAAAAAAAALo/byS7v3i3xlY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047437261304837218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZclolNGI/AAAAAAAAALo/byS7v3i3xlY/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNII/AAAAAAAAAL4/Kykdws0Ta5E/s1600-h/559607865_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNHI/AAAAAAAAALw/0-RHNfW4jEU/s1600-h/batiklogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047437265599804530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNHI/AAAAAAAAALw/0-RHNfW4jEU/s200/batiklogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For the past 2 semesters, I've been doing so many projects, be it an individual work or in group projects. Some of them really gave me the opportunities to play with my mind and create fun stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Above are the 'brand' logo i've created to complete my projects. The kartika dumasari logo used as my personal logo for my promo writing portfolio. the eleventh hour one ised for group project in advertising course. CCTV one used in our PR group project and lastly, the batique one was used in my promo writing portfolio as well to represent my imaginary product. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well, those logos dscribe me very well. The dominant colours will always be black and red most of the time simply because i love them to death. no matter what, black and red always be my first pick colours. anyways it's 4:11 AM and i still can't sleep. So, i bitch around in my blog about this unimportant stuff. Anyways time to try to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-9184215621532494644?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9184215621532494644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=9184215621532494644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9184215621532494644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/9184215621532494644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-past-2-semesters-ive-been-doing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RgwZc1olNJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/td1ZassS74E/s72-c/logo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7218333716406516932</id><published>2007-03-06T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:07.124+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QNpP4e2I/AAAAAAAAALA/J5v2Cl627J0/s1600-h/02032007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038701384694266722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QNpP4e2I/AAAAAAAAALA/J5v2Cl627J0/s320/02032007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; swollen foot. Accidentally crashed by a trolley. hahaha Leroy's trolley back then when we were shopping for groceries. Hurt so bad back then but it's kinda okay now. Today i get my promo writing test result. It was more than okay, considering the fact that i read the brief (i s'pose to read 2 weeks before) like, 15 minutes before the exam started. So thankful that i get quite good mark for the exam. Now, my only problem would be my portfolio, which due 2 weeks from now. I haven't even started thinking about what will i do. Nah, so gemini, doing last minute works. Oya, attached is aji's drawing. look like me, no? gila dasar. alah2x. yasudahlahya mesti mengerjakan assignment assignment bodoh itu lagi. so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen goodbye. nyahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0ZPpP4e5I/AAAAAAAAALY/Pih9akpMpck/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038711314658655122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0ZPpP4e5I/AAAAAAAAALY/Pih9akpMpck/s320/05032007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s1600-h/RosesRredAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038708617419193218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s320/RosesRredAds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s1600-h/RosesRredAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s1600-h/RosesRredAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s1600-h/RosesRredAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0WypP4e4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AUOl9L5jyqE/s1600-h/RosesRredAds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QcJP4e3I/AAAAAAAAALI/yc-qWLcMmBQ/s1600-h/05032007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7218333716406516932?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7218333716406516932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7218333716406516932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7218333716406516932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7218333716406516932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-swollen-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Re0QNpP4e2I/AAAAAAAAALA/J5v2Cl627J0/s72-c/02032007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4027989445555551408</id><published>2007-03-01T21:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:07.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RebxzAyRusI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RsAKYeB5Xes/s1600-h/28022007636.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036979091946977986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RebxzAyRusI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RsAKYeB5Xes/s320/28022007636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;YAY! finally i sent my second assignment. one shit down, another? still have. well, this semester eventually i still unable to cope with assignment nicely. Still doing very (freakinly sad) last minute work. guess that's me, so gemini. love to do all of the things last minutely. so, anyways, tomorrow i have promotional writing exam. 20% of my final mark. until this second, i cant figure out what the brief is all about. how am i s'pose to do it without understanding the brief? i have no idea. oh, this week and next week are my deadline week for every assignment. so, wish me luck 'aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Reb5TgyRutI/AAAAAAAAAKY/V3eCov_yxxg/s1600-h/28022007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Reb5TgyRutI/AAAAAAAAAKY/V3eCov_yxxg/s1600-h/28022007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4701366043840068299-4027989445555551408?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4027989445555551408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4027989445555551408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4027989445555551408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4027989445555551408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-finally-i-sent-my-second-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RebxzAyRusI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RsAKYeB5Xes/s72-c/28022007636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8974298613207132115</id><published>2007-02-20T16:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:41:00.507+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ages since last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well, lazy to write as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to my dearest cousin nadya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;life sucks lately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;last friday, 16th of february, i lost my newborn baby cousin named aviv. He passed away three weeks after born. sadly, i havent seen him. not even once. I let God to take care four important people in my life; my grandad, my aunt, my baby cousin as well as my beloved cousin frederick. i am fully aware that most of the time, life become not so easy for each of us. as the time goes on, i learn how to cope with things i dont like. im still learning and its not easy. my mood swings most of the time. it became hard for me to control my ego; my emotion. bad part is, i show it to people. somehow it's important for me to let people know that i was angry. i try really hard now not to let 'em know. now that i'm easily annoyed by things, i really have to be careful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh, God of kindness, where are u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8974298613207132115?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8974298613207132115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8974298613207132115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8974298613207132115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8974298613207132115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/02/ages-since-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-5367914150008255969</id><published>2007-02-05T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:07.664+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rcc3C5vflCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DFkMMb1D-EU/s1600-h/05022007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028048031981736994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rcc3C5vflCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DFkMMb1D-EU/s320/05022007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alright, so today, finally, im able to watch Death Note 2: The Last Name with resa after nobody wanna see it. We arrived too early for the movie so we decided ( I decided hahaha..) to eat @ sushi king (again??). I ate 3 plates of sushi and also macha (green tea with red bean in the middle) ice cream. So nice and so expensive. Well, a treat after frustating day (oh shit, I always have this kind of excuses)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028044492928685058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rccz05vflAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TG8mepPxuOA/s320/05022007519.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, we saw the movie. It was 2 and a half hours I guess. I enjoyed it till the last scene altough I still cant figure out some puzzle. Sad, though, that two main characters died in the end. Plus, in this sequel, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;realized that Ken'ichi Matsuyama, the one who played L, is a hottie. LMAO. well, he looks pale and scary in the movie but actually he looks good. But why, why why why they have to die in the end. Oh, by the way Erika Toda (played Misa Amane) is cute as well. Alright, so the most wanted movie that im dyin' to see now is Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix and also the last book, book 7 which will be out this July 2007. Really looking fwd for the book. Till' we meet again Harry Potter. hahah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-5367914150008255969?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5367914150008255969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=5367914150008255969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5367914150008255969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/5367914150008255969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-so-today-finally-im-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/Rcc3C5vflCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DFkMMb1D-EU/s72-c/05022007(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-2577185131954509530</id><published>2007-02-04T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:08.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027636015769031554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXAUZvfk4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/5IfSjfXKTAQ/s400/04022007(011).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This is some part of a room where i practically live 24/7. Its a middle room of the penthouse with blue as its basic wall paint with retro heart border.  This corner is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the corner i mostly spend my time&lt;/span&gt;. Books, laptop, printer, memo board, cd player and all those small small stuff I put here. This corner will be crowded once the deadlines coming. Paper here and there, plates, mugs, snacks are scattered everywhere until I have no idea where should I step to walk. Crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXA95vfk5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvMSqLgswEo/s1600-h/04022007(005).gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027636728733602706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXA95vfk5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvMSqLgswEo/s400/04022007(005).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXA95vfk5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvMSqLgswEo/s1600-h/04022007(005).gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Alright, move the next snapshot. Oh, here it comes, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my precious green beanbag chair&lt;/span&gt; which I get from room. Well, i know, its not as good as leather chair or whatever u might think about. I blew up that green baloon. Seriously. hahaha..kinda funny though if I think about that. My friends like, asking me to fill the chair with water so that it will feel cold sitting there. Im scared though, that it will be damaged if i put water in. Well, gotta try someday, definetely not now. Behind, as u can see, i put my highschool pictures, my college's mates, my housemates, my cousins all either in 4R forms or index print pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXB55vfk8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3zKV6Mzd6ZY/s1600-h/04022007(006).gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027637759525753794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXB55vfk8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3zKV6Mzd6ZY/s400/04022007(006).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Okay, so, this is the last shot, my hall of fame; or hall of shame? hahaha..LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Left to Right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Astri &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;, had dinner @ sushi king, our favourite sushi restaurant ever with its tori karaage sushi. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rya my beloved cousin &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; @ pizza hut, meeting our old friends and end up paying the bill =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My family &amp; my granma&lt;/span&gt; from dad side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My family &amp;amp; my grandparents&lt;/span&gt; from my mom side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-2577185131954509530?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2577185131954509530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=2577185131954509530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2577185131954509530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2577185131954509530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-some-part-of-room-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RcXAUZvfk4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/5IfSjfXKTAQ/s72-c/04022007(011).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7801269570004452916</id><published>2007-02-01T16:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:37:46.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My name is kartika dumasari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was born in jakarta, on 14th of june 1988.&lt;br /&gt;I have a great family who supports me everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love them to death and i never want to be a part of other families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a supermom and a great dad who love me so much, i can tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always try to be a grateful for who am I and what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have one adorable sister ever, a naughty but nice younger sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have two great-same-age cousins who i am proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have my best cousin up there with God, always love you the late Fredrick Hamonangan Pardede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont really have a BFF (yes, double F) kind of thing currently, i stick with my old fellas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a high trust on everybody and i believe in second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is easy for me to forgive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I prefer giving than receiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seeing those happy faces with smiles pump my mood and boost up my energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You smile, I will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not a straight A student and dont want to be one, i like being an average student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont really like someone who is over-kind, those saints kind of people with angelic faces, ready to help or being such a nice person to get something they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, i dislike fake person as well, they suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never really hate certain people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mood swings very fast, which something i really need to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If i am pissed off of some stuff, you can see it by looking at my face, it shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I prefer going to live music showcase than clubs, don't have any particular reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate monoton tasks, i need colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a multitasker, I do so many things but barely can finish all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do last minute works most of the time, im not proud of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have one a-must-have-thing-on-my-bed-when-i-wanna-sleep called ade item (a penguin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love black, red, white and blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a Dragon - Gemini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I listen to almost all kind of musics including jazz hiphop rnb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, i am a harry potter freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read all the series and watch the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read enid blyton's, im in love with all of her books including famous five, secret seven, malory towers, naughtiest girls and st.claire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I watch inspirational pedagogical films, films that inspired me, films that make me think, give food for my thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I enjoy range of foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I sleep a lot, I have no idea why but i need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am hyperactive, I don't know where do I get all those energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am bubbly, fussy, talkactive, whatever u name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I made dry jokes when I do it in English, as i said, my grammar sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a story-teller, nanny for all my cousins, I love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like writing, but in my mother language, not English, my grammar sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like social works but i am not a social butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont have any special issues, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lastly, I never regret of being me, i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know, you think i am too proud of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, i am =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7801269570004452916?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7801269570004452916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7801269570004452916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7801269570004452916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7801269570004452916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-name-is-kartika-dumasari.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7438267484527649797</id><published>2007-01-28T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:08.604+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RbyBQyF9cbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4l4NozMXEsc/s1600-h/sama-mama.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025033409563292082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RbyBQyF9cbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4l4NozMXEsc/s400/sama-mama.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;wednesday - sunday with mom here in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You're always down for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Have always been around for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;even when I was bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You showed me right from my wrong (yes you did) And you took up for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When everyone was downin' me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You always did understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me strength to go on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(A song for mama - Boyz II men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mommm, missing you already. hahaha..its been 6 hours since u left. aduh..pingin pulang kerumah. talking about my mother, she is my superhero. i'm a huge fan of her. she's a housewife, as well as mother. She works and has business. She helps my sister to do her homeworks. She talks to me everytime i need her suggestion. She makes my dad happy all the time. She barely complains about stuff. She helps anyone who come to see her. The most important part is, she is my mother. I'm lucky to have her as my mom, and im sure most of us feel the same. so anyways, im very hungry. Therefore,, i should go down and eat. It means au revoir, for an hour or so ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7438267484527649797?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7438267484527649797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7438267484527649797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7438267484527649797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7438267484527649797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/wednesday-sunday-with-mom-here-in-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RbyBQyF9cbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4l4NozMXEsc/s72-c/sama-mama.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8969399880043318755</id><published>2007-01-23T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:19:09.297+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was always such a nice boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The quiet one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was down for his brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Respectful to his mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A good boybut good don't get attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One kid with a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The brightest kid in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's not a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reading books about science and smart stuffIt's not enough, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause smart dont make you cool, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Stole - Kelly Rowland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A bit of Kelly Rowland song. Realita? Yes, it is. This song desribe a person yang very smart, devoted sama keluarganya, in short, a very good individual. Tapi all of that belum cukup. Pengakuan dari peers nya dia, pengakuan bahwa dia seorang individual yang exist adalah hal terakhir yang dia ingin. Sayang, kebanyakan dari kita ketika melihat orang spt dia (stereotypes this kind of person : geek, glasses yang tebel, or nerd, whatever), saking ngerasa terlalu exist nya, then bully org2x seperti ini. end of story, the guy in this song, he commits suicide. Maybe some ppl akan heran, what the hell is he doing, kok di bully aja sampai commits suicide? Nah..tanpa kita sadari, sesuatu hal yang buat kita "biasa" belum tentu "biasa" buat orang lain. ppl itu unique. This song teaches us to menghargai every human being, ngga peduli dia nerdy as in this story or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sepanjang hidup gue, some ppl said gue itu too friendly to everyone. well, that's me. walaupun gue ngga pernah berada dalam posisi yang bener2x sendiri, gue bisa ngerasain penderitaan orang orang yang sendirian. Lets see, last week @ campus, i saw a working man, sit alone in a table during lunch time. He sat there, ate his lunch and smoke his ciggar, all alone. Dalam naluri gue yang tergila, gue bisa merasa pity banget dan bahkan bisa invite buat lunch bareng di table gue dan anak2x. well, that's (not) impossible. Jaman sekarang ini, doing some kindness bisa dibilang mengherankan dan membuat orang takut, takut kalau kita punya maksud maksud tertentu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, anyways, cuma mau ngingetin, please do appreciate, be kind to all people u meet anywhere (okay, please do take not, jangan terlalu baik juga sih, ini irritating cuz ive been in this situation of friendship). Nobody meant to be alone, so never stop trying to be kind, cuz its what makes u worth to be with =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8969399880043318755?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8969399880043318755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8969399880043318755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8969399880043318755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8969399880043318755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-was-always-such-nice-boy-quiet-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1930569045826309677</id><published>2007-01-20T23:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:08.738+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Where did I go wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022160503017843842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RbJMXnNgLII/AAAAAAAAAHw/kK9s9WFIvVU/s320/20012007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday night fever, another round of espresso shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thanks to randy dahhlingg for this The Fray's song. gue puter puter puter dan lagi dan lagi. hahaha..anyways hari ini gue mellow lagi *again???* please don't ask why cuz i will simply said i also have no idea why.mom's going to come next week on thursday. well, looking fwd to meet her. pity my dad can't make it with her and also my little sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay, so, i have this crazy idea of mine: i want to quit studying. hahaha of course just dirty thought. i hate studying these days. im all brain dead, to make it simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i just hope that the following week will be better for me. oya, gue juga harus chase cd ost nya les chorister. gilaaa, dimana mana ngga ada . harus cari kemana lagi coba?? satu lagi: mesti kejar tayang tugas2 sebelum mama dateng. males banget ngga sih deadline dimana2x. okay, now im going to stop complaining here and there. nuit ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*hoping for a better tomorrow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1930569045826309677?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1930569045826309677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1930569045826309677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1930569045826309677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1930569045826309677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-did-i-go-wrong-i-lost-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RbJMXnNgLII/AAAAAAAAAHw/kK9s9WFIvVU/s72-c/20012007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-2231812174124753853</id><published>2007-01-15T11:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:00:05.717+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;monday make my day ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today is a perfect day, so far. this morning, my design draft was approved *my lecturer even said that he like it* blah blah. so happy. and then he gave us 10 minutes break cuz we have 3 hours straight with him. alright, so i went downstairs to grab something to eat. guess what? mr.brightside was there *wink wink* hahaha. after class my group sent our paper draft to another leturer and she said its okay and we just have to do some correction. omg those three really make my day. and if ppl said they hate monday, i'll say I LOVE MONDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-2231812174124753853?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2231812174124753853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=2231812174124753853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2231812174124753853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/2231812174124753853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-make-my-day-today-is-perfect-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8917539722557750450</id><published>2007-01-11T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:56:46.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey Jude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't make it bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;take a sad song and make it better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Remember to let her into your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;first thing i remember if i hear this song: DADDY. well, talking about my dad, sometimes he can be very annoying. but no matter how annoying he could be, he'll always be my dad and i love him so much as much as i love my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;kangen rumah, thats what i feel right now. anyways today i went out to buy new printer for my laptop cuz i need it. haha hope it'll be okay till the end of my study. assignments are already here to torture me everyday. well, seems my laziness still very strong so that i can't work my ass to get all done. wish me luck then ;). revoir for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8917539722557750450?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8917539722557750450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8917539722557750450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8917539722557750450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8917539722557750450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-jude-dont-make-it-bad-take-sad-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-6104828470969438236</id><published>2007-01-09T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:02:13.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BACK TO CAMPUS LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(good;bad;whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;long time since my last posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im so annoyed by the fact that the wifi here still not working properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank God, today the internet is very reliable so that i can go online the whole night and i hope for forever and ever, amen. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyways assignments come like crazy! here, there, everywhere have assignments. i hope i'll be better in managing time for each since this semester will be a very short one. my mother planning to visit me this mid semester break (omg, still in february!) and i hope she will be able to make it since meeting her will be more difficult than meeting president.LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tomorrow i have 8 a.m class which is comm and culture. will i be able to get up so early? (since today my classes were from 8 a.m until 2 p.m straight without any break between). well dont, think i have to sleep now unless i want to be late for class tomorrow. SO LONG, FAREWELL. auf wiedersehen, good night ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-6104828470969438236?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6104828470969438236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=6104828470969438236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6104828470969438236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6104828470969438236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-campus-life-goodbadwhatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4000992408595699493</id><published>2006-12-31T21:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:39:30.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WISHING U A GREAT 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;au revoir 2006. great year i had, but surely 2007 will be full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God bless us and Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-4000992408595699493?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4000992408595699493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4000992408595699493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4000992408595699493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4000992408595699493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year-wishing-u-great-2007-au.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-6303358041310900644</id><published>2006-12-25T20:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:10.482+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;have ourselves a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;merry x'mas&lt;/span&gt; everyone. may His blessings stay with us forever and ever. This is my house is the host for open house and it was a great one. most of our family members came today and we had a lot of fun with those kiddos ran everywhere. We had a lot of food as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_iOcfsCvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9cx6g-Fyvw/s1600-h/kita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012473648081799922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_iOcfsCvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9cx6g-Fyvw/s200/kita.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;united in sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rya.sha.nieth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012475632356690706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_kB8fsCxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vbkF-GNr_EU/s200/kita2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_gScfsCsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aWs_NneCbiQ/s1600-h/sharia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012471517778021058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_gScfsCsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aWs_NneCbiQ/s200/sharia2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012472595814812386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_hRMfsCuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2qMsLLGJJHM/s200/shanit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;featuring two ultimate cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been a long time since the three of us gathered together since im studying in KL and my cousin sister studying in Malang, Java and another one in Jkt. We talked a lot today including brainstorming session about our business plan. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_ZSMfsCoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i0Gkq9-oWaA/s1600-h/aries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012463816901659266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_ZSMfsCoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i0Gkq9-oWaA/s200/aries.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_XQsfsCmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HkWtX7f629k/s1600-h/adit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012461592108599906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_XQsfsCmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HkWtX7f629k/s200/adit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aries in red VS adiet in squares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mr. star-of-the-day VS mr. cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aries was the star of the day cuz he sang carols and also played piano, the whole day! hahah..he's a cool kid i can say. Adiet was very quiet today, well i hv no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_jlMfsCwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6CVgc5GXJU/s1600-h/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012475138435451650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_jlMfsCwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6CVgc5GXJU/s200/zz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_aWsfsCpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4oumD2_ZX4Q/s1600-h/cewe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012464993722698386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_aWsfsCpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4oumD2_ZX4Q/s200/cewe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_cNcfsCrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r1FEFRlFvl4/s1600-h/zzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012467033832164018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_cNcfsCrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r1FEFRlFvl4/s200/zzzz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012462987972971122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_Yh8fsCnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3UpN_7U2OM8/s200/rame.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kiddos and our beloved grandparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[happy birthday eyang putri, we love u so much]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not to forget, today is my eyang putri's birthday, so we sang a happy birthday song + pray for her so that God will always give her good health and so on. We took a lot of pictures today and also change presents among the kids. Well, this year's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; i've ever had cuz i had all my cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents @ my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ps: thanks for all the sms, phone calls, messages be it using friendster, my hotmail or my gmail, thanks a lot friends!oya, happy birthday as well to my friend Andri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-6303358041310900644?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6303358041310900644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=6303358041310900644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6303358041310900644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/6303358041310900644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-ourselves-very-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY_iOcfsCvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9cx6g-Fyvw/s72-c/kita.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3800338900901307155</id><published>2006-12-24T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:11.617+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[sneak preview] &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pieces of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;x'mas spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And today, featuring my house: some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thing inside my house. Not able to put much tough cuz i have to do another stuff. So, here they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4R2sfsCgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0BvPYmJ5kz0/s1600-h/24122006(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011963066664618498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4R2sfsCgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0BvPYmJ5kz0/s200/24122006(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4StsfsCjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7IY7lJpFYQA/s1600-h/24122006(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011964011557423666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4StsfsCjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7IY7lJpFYQA/s200/24122006(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4T-sfsClI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rYWcGf5lSfQ/s1600-h/24122006(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011965403126827602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4T-sfsClI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rYWcGf5lSfQ/s200/24122006(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4PCMfsCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/_Qm07GlGqHs/s1600-h/24122006(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011959965698230738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4PCMfsCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/_Qm07GlGqHs/s200/24122006(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4RV8fsCfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pFRNHcxPMV0/s1600-h/24122006(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011962504023902706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4RV8fsCfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pFRNHcxPMV0/s200/24122006(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4SZcfsCiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Iek1bNceaIU/s1600-h/24122006(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011963663665072674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4SZcfsCiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Iek1bNceaIU/s200/24122006(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4TTcfsCkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c3qEKFB0d2g/s1600-h/24122006(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011964660097485378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4TTcfsCkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c3qEKFB0d2g/s200/24122006(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4RFMfsCeI/AAAAAAAAADs/f6KUbKv4Tk8/s1600-h/24122006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011962216261093858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4RFMfsCeI/AAAAAAAAADs/f6KUbKv4Tk8/s200/24122006(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4SJ8fsChI/AAAAAAAAAEE/45Zc2tVLiQ8/s1600-h/24122006(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011963397377100306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4SJ8fsChI/AAAAAAAAAEE/45Zc2tVLiQ8/s200/24122006(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; i'm not able to bake a lot of cookies due to time constraints and lack of help. So, i only baked one kind of cookies, a very chocolate and flaky one. I sent it to my relatives, neighbours &amp;amp; close friends and also some kiddos @ my sister's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3800338900901307155?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3800338900901307155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3800338900901307155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3800338900901307155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3800338900901307155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/sneak-preview-pieces-of-xmas-spirit-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RY4R2sfsCgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0BvPYmJ5kz0/s72-c/24122006(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-3360919761187783387</id><published>2006-12-23T20:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:31:47.544+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pilek pilek pilek. pilek berat. sucks. 25 december is just another 2 days and i am sicko. i baked like 2 rounds of cookies today as my mum asked me to. so bored with baking thingy cuz i already done this for the past 3 weeks. anyways today we went for last minute x'mas shopping spree and went back with zillion things mostly batik craft for my uncles and aunties. well done well done, did not get something for myself tough. now it's raining cats and dogs outside which is so peaceful hahaha. LMAO. okay, gotta check on my cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-3360919761187783387?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3360919761187783387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=3360919761187783387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3360919761187783387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/3360919761187783387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/catch-cold-pilek-pilek-pilek.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-4462593288635319153</id><published>2006-12-22T10:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:12.829+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proud to be Indonesian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[and so i write using Bahasa Indonesia] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kok sepertinya udah lama ngga nulis pakai bahasa indonesia, jadi aneh ya. haha. sekarang udah jam 10:51 dan gw masih berada dalam baju tidur gw *ia, ia tau jorok banget sih gue* berhubung gw lagi sakit *alesan bgt* padahal sakitnya cuma radang tenggorokan yang cukup bikin kepala pusing tiga keliling dan bersin bersin terus. alah, kasihan banget sih? mau natal natal gini malah sakit. Sepagian duo ade-ade sepupu gw yang agak miring ngga berhenti2xnya main o2jam sampai bosen denger lagu yang sama dimainin terus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011196333397903586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtYg8fsCOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8Nq5RhUC1Wo/s320/citdea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ki-ka : ade gw Citra &amp; ade sepupu gw Dhea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Berhubung gw nge post foto ade2x sekalian deh semua yang bisa gw temuin di notebook gw postingin. Berikut *alah bahasanya* adalah sepupu2x gw yang bisa gw temuin fotonya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtb_sfsCUI/AAAAAAAAABg/n769OUGJAY0/s1600-h/BAYU.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011200160213764418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtb_sfsCUI/AAAAAAAAABg/n769OUGJAY0/s200/BAYU.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bayu-Ifa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtaYsfsCPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XkTa1HqzNRY/s1600-h/ifaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011198390687238386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtaYsfsCPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XkTa1HqzNRY/s200/ifaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYta0cfsCQI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ljq07sc4eN0/s1600-h/MAUREEN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011198867428608258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYta0cfsCQI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ljq07sc4eN0/s200/MAUREEN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maureen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtbucfsCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/vcG-fkNTipU/s1600-h/DESMAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011199863861020978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtbucfsCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/vcG-fkNTipU/s200/DESMAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dua makhluk dibawah ini seumur sama gw yang otomatis bikin gw dan mereka sering main bareng tak terlepaskan *alah* hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtbY8fsCSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5AIZ3aDcjQI/s1600-h/RYA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011199494493833506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtbY8fsCSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5AIZ3aDcjQI/s200/RYA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYta_sfsCRI/AAAAAAAAABI/siNnO4oBKvg/s1600-h/NIETHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011199060702136594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYta_sfsCRI/AAAAAAAAABI/siNnO4oBKvg/s200/NIETHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nietha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nggak lupa, kakek dan nenek; nyokap dan bokap gw: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYte9MfsCVI/AAAAAAAAABo/w5Iq8jI2mio/s1600-h/anotherSHOOT(071).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtfosfsCXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jtHHFWTtvys/s1600-h/mbah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204163123284338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtfosfsCXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jtHHFWTtvys/s200/mbah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Granpa &amp; Granma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtf48fsCYI/AAAAAAAAACA/oe9sLA2QEn4/s1600-h/mamdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204442296158594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtf48fsCYI/AAAAAAAAACA/oe9sLA2QEn4/s200/mamdad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sebenernya masih banyak sepupu-sepupu yang ngga terposting soalnya fotonya acak adul bareng-bareng; total foto foto di notebook gw sepertinya cukup untuk membuat notebook nge-hang deh saking banyaknya. Sayangnya gw males banget rapi rapiin semuanya *sambil tetep membersit hidung karna pilek*. Baiklah sodara-sodari tampaknya gw mesti makan siang sehubungan dengan bau sedap yang muncul dari dapur tercinta. Budayakanlah bahasa Indonesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-4462593288635319153?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4462593288635319153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=4462593288635319153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4462593288635319153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/4462593288635319153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/proud-to-be-indonesian-and-so-i-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtYg8fsCOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8Nq5RhUC1Wo/s72-c/citdea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-539421079453425524</id><published>2006-12-21T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:07:30.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get downie pownie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alright, today i am sick. not too sick, just another round of sore throat thing. Annoying tough cuz i can't eat fried food and eat ice cream in these hot days. OMG i spent my morning glory playing that o2jam game which made my fingertips went curly. HAH!Seems that it will be raining soon outta here. X'mas coming soon early next week and i still have no idea about what kind of present should i give to my granma (her birthday is on the 25th), totally not cookies i bake by myself nor christmas flowers altough those are shortcut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It seems that i have to re-organize all photos in my notebook and also at home cuz all are screwed up. Easy to say but i have to sort , like, a zillion photos and thats a lot to do in a day. University sucks in the begining of the sem and i have to face that on january 4th. Crap. Hope semester holiday come faster than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-539421079453425524?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/539421079453425524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=539421079453425524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/539421079453425524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/539421079453425524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-downie-pownie-alright-today-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1023138464438754581</id><published>2006-12-20T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:13.387+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk6p8fsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJQQmH8yYtI/s1600-h/ps2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010600552714471634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk6p8fsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJQQmH8yYtI/s320/ps2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010600196232186050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk6VMfsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0V2Yg5qkgxM/s320/PS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk0JMfsCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y_YGDafG-l8/s1600-h/cheesecake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010593393003989170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk0JMfsCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y_YGDafG-l8/s320/cheesecake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;..AND WE ARE HAPPY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today we went to plaza senayan for lunch (man, i haven't set my feet here like for ages!!). We consist of myself, Rika, Maya, Lidya and also Bilmi. Well, it was fun having lunch together plus we took some photos along the way. What a good day was today. After plaza senayan thingy, we also went to beloved cheesecake factory @ tebet to meet my friend. a very fast one tough cuz he has to fetch his friends somewhere. well the strawberry cheesecake &amp;amp; manggo tanggo ice cream tasted good. alrighty, got nothing to tell, so gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1023138464438754581?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1023138464438754581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1023138464438754581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1023138464438754581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1023138464438754581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYk6p8fsCNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJQQmH8yYtI/s72-c/ps2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-8068305890285711203</id><published>2006-12-19T09:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:30:15.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's up with the attitude?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently, Jakarta has a new, special way for those motorcycles. a good idea since there are too many motorcycles on the road. Funny thing is, motorcycles only follow their special way &lt;strong&gt;only if there are policeman/woman watching over them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Once they are out of sight, they'll use the regular road. What's up with the attitude, people? u don't obey rules just because someone's watching over u. Sadly, many ppl still don't understand how to behave even on the road. Ppl just care about their time without paying any attention to the safety of others, and that is so dissapointing. Grow up ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-8068305890285711203?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8068305890285711203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=8068305890285711203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8068305890285711203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/8068305890285711203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-up-with-attitude-recently-jakarta.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1168539425105110276</id><published>2006-12-18T10:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:13.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;ORDINARY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;may not able to see it someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;live life; appreciate time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to aiport (again for the sixth time) to pick my aunt up. i found out that ppl lost their attitude nowadays, not surprising however. airport made a smoking area inside a small box so ppl who want to smoke won't bother others. instead using the box, ppl smoke freely in an ac room which made the arrival hall smelly and smokey. another dissapointment i found was the waiting area. ppl just stand in front of the exit gate which made others difficult to go trough the gate. totally understand that they want to see their relatives, friends or whoever they wanna see, but still they have to wait on the right track, not blocking others to go out. This is a simple thing that ppl just dont know or even dont care about. We live in a world consists of written and unwritten rules. Im not saying that we have to obey all rules happened to be there in our life. We just have to remember that we live not for ourselves but also for others, and for every situation involving others, we have to try to obey the game rules. Respect others as they will usually respect u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtoa8fsCZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lPoLXgMqSEA/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011213822504733074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtoa8fsCZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lPoLXgMqSEA/s200/aaaaaaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtomsfsCaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5Cmrf_OWmMU/s1600-h/ssssssssss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011214024368196002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtomsfsCaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5Cmrf_OWmMU/s200/ssssssssss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1168539425105110276?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1168539425105110276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1168539425105110276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1168539425105110276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1168539425105110276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/ordinary-day-may-not-able-to-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtoa8fsCZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lPoLXgMqSEA/s72-c/aaaaaaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-7111958753617928074</id><published>2006-12-17T09:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:52:47.789+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sunday jog ? cancelled. we overslept and that sucks. well, not a bad morning tough. only to wake up and find unknown person just went out from my kitchen's bathroom. even worse when i found out ppl watching my john tucker must die. thats even worse. lol. anyways this morn i managed to cook some yummy meatbollie. too much cheese inside i supposed. haha nevermind, my sisters are eating that thing like crazy, so i think its good enuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well well well today im going to pick my aunt @ the airport (which means the sixth this month) cuz she's going back for x'mas. hurrah! this x'mas my house will be the host to celebrate it plus my grandma's bday. will be a great celebration. so sad tough cuz it means another x'mas without (fill in the blank) hhehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alrighty, gotta call my mother to start eating my meatbollie before those girls kick all out to their stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-7111958753617928074?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7111958753617928074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=7111958753617928074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7111958753617928074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/7111958753617928074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-morning.html' title='a good morning'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-1101781529808239685</id><published>2006-12-16T11:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:25:14.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another saturday, stay at home with my two stupid sisters (they saw me writting this) alohaha. well, i have no idea about what should i do today. i have no money (yea rite im 18 and still ask my mom for it, ashamed tough.) and i have no driving permit. shithead. i am so scared about the idea of driving, side effect of watching action movies too much i guess. anyways my dad keep pushing me to take that stupid permit this holiday (and i keep refuse to take that).&lt;br /&gt;my sister just cut her hair and she looks like DORA the explorer. omg, she looks so stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011215415937599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtp3sfsCbI/AAAAAAAAADM/XdljxgIkhiM/s200/citra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011215420232567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtp38fsCcI/AAAAAAAAADU/AzriOkVvwt4/s200/citra1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahhaha.. j/k. alrighty, guess i gotta go and do some stuff , no? catch me later ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-1101781529808239685?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1101781529808239685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=1101781529808239685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1101781529808239685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/1101781529808239685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-afternoon.html' title='saturday afternoon'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STOtOpb2Ses/RYtp3sfsCbI/AAAAAAAAADM/XdljxgIkhiM/s72-c/citra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701366043840068299.post-607172771948371213</id><published>2006-12-08T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:12:42.178+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailed On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here i am, typing for another site for blogging. What can i say, can't resist to try new stuff on the go. Problem is, i have to keep all my blog updated and i'm so lazy to do so, not to forget it wastes my precious *blah* time (which i spend for sleeping + eating + watching dvds).  So, anyways, today im going to do some useful stuff (i think) including hosting my KL friends and meeting some of my old friends. A good day to start 'doing something'!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4701366043840068299-607172771948371213?l=kartikadumasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/feeds/607172771948371213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4701366043840068299&amp;postID=607172771948371213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/607172771948371213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4701366043840068299/posts/default/607172771948371213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kartikadumasari.blogspot.com/2006/12/sailed-on.html' title='Sailed On'/><author><name>Kartika Dumasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959998509563900669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff39/kartikadumasari/shari-threshold-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
