tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81902152910595721652024-03-12T18:09:37.690-07:00it Gita Mahayuningtyasgiiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-6937886880685487262012-01-01T06:55:00.000-08:002012-01-01T07:16:15.889-08:00Width Black<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbWjhJaDk1axL-2lARZJq7vDhASaqtnVJbsVLSYKd4Y5HXWB3BOlmCY2fv4-7ZLzcRx1ibU3EKb5tRZj4-hDlzAvh40SMvftXuZpAJyChuYzpo4upU07188zAa-Hvz7e5_J_8QuwUwy2A/s1600/cc+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 465px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbWjhJaDk1axL-2lARZJq7vDhASaqtnVJbsVLSYKd4Y5HXWB3BOlmCY2fv4-7ZLzcRx1ibU3EKb5tRZj4-hDlzAvh40SMvftXuZpAJyChuYzpo4upU07188zAa-Hvz7e5_J_8QuwUwy2A/s320/cc+%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679506357801666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cMrtYZIJ8B0UGmBxTvyv9L_dGxLdVAP-8O_j2GL_Rusb05lpraD6rZh2tSbubX1KE45BCTqWUzq7u6-LPaJNRuM_QjfUFxTn67c9iamyTZM2BlppGnnF9nn182Mw9JzwCOzo2JGrFZv-/s1600/cc+%25285%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cMrtYZIJ8B0UGmBxTvyv9L_dGxLdVAP-8O_j2GL_Rusb05lpraD6rZh2tSbubX1KE45BCTqWUzq7u6-LPaJNRuM_QjfUFxTn67c9iamyTZM2BlppGnnF9nn182Mw9JzwCOzo2JGrFZv-/s320/cc+%25285%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692679517298046338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEWMvQQ0wrf3t2-9eD2LrjOFxUnkNW_PrVLG129MhWYg9rKrYlHRW8GgCl9X5uiLg9gRgfFI0nGG2dZ2PCnGFucY8fwenHGQx8PoJzdjOhE78yMjwsaoTe5vuFWmvrR8zGE11Sj00muZG/s1600/cc+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEWMvQQ0wrf3t2-9eD2LrjOFxUnkNW_PrVLG129MhWYg9rKrYlHRW8GgCl9X5uiLg9gRgfFI0nGG2dZ2PCnGFucY8fwenHGQx8PoJzdjOhE78yMjwsaoTe5vuFWmvrR8zGE11Sj00muZG/s320/cc+%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692682408379174514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> ^^<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxINV78ghfNgv9cJXRVVFsxh7O-6IcZcTEZivNQc4Y9M1IpzWArNLQ-8amWY_42C0rqo-DUbelQJebljiwOJOatK63v-5dA5S0iyMZvhOgsgmqL4BXKg9_3AV0lMsZMIKmzE7QRcNF74FG/s1600/cc+%25286%2529.jpg"><br /></a>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-54421691816459178622010-12-10T06:36:00.000-08:002010-12-23T22:58:57.120-08:00My Microsoft Word Page<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left; line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">this is what's on my mind when i described about my college for my task. let's see some strange sentences. lol. when i tried to filled my microsoft word page with nine paragraphs i've drunk 7 tablets of aspirin *lol* and this was made a hard time for me! arrrgh.<b> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>hope you enjoy it ^^</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left; line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; line-height: 32px; "><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Kala Senja Datang dan Pergi</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Sebelumnya sore itu terasa sangat melela<span class="apple-style-span"><span>hkan sampai saat dosen matakuliah terakhir menyudahi pertemuan. Kukemas pena dan buku catatanku dengan segera, samar-samar terdengar beberapa mahasiswa berbincang mengeluhkan pertemuan kali ini. Kuregangkan otot-otot yang sedari tadi tegang karena duduk terlalu lama. Kulangkahkan kaki ini berusaha seringan mungkin ke pintu ruangan. Kuamati lorong yang beberapa jam lalu terang benderang karena sinar matahari dan terdengar suara-suara dari mahasiswa yang sedang bercakap-cakap atau pun sedang menaiki tangga dengan setengah berlari mengejar keterlambatan. Sekarang yang kurasakan hanya terpaan angin dingin. Kutelusuri lorong remang-remang itu, sama-samar terdengar suara langkah-langkah kaki teman-teman sekelas ku tadi sedang berlomba menuruni anak tangga. Aku pun menuruni anak tangga dengan perlahan, nampaknya para petugas kampus belum menyalakan lampu-lampu penerang. Tak lama kemudian aku pun sampai di lantai dasar, kusempatkan diriku merapikan benang-benang kusut yang melilit tubuhku di depan cermin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Tiba-tiba terdengar perut ini mulai menyanyikan lagu yang tak berirama. Kupaksakan sepatu putih gading yang sedang kukenakan ini menemani langkahku menuju kopma. Hanya segelintir mahasiswa sedang mengisi perut di bangku-bangku kopma. Sangat berbeda dengan keadaan siang tadi saat aku dan teman-teman memesan minuman segar dan tahu pedas. Kami sampai harus mengantri dan menunggu beberapa menit. Dan sekarang terlihat beberapa pedagang sudah berkemas, rasa penat tergambar jelas di raut wajah mereka namun terselip rasa senang karena dagangan mereka laku terjual. Aku pun segera membayar makanan dan sebotol air mineral yang kuambil. Lalu kulangkahkan kakiku menuju halaman utama kampus. Kulewati kursi putih yang mulai tertidur melepas lelah akibat ulah penguasa seharian ini. Kuturuni anak tangga yang terbuat dari batu atau yang lebih dikenal dengan tangga batu satu persatu. Tak kurasakan lagi hangat sinar sang mentari. Kudongakkan kepalaku ke langit yang sudah kemerahan, kulihat burung-burung berterbangan mencari jalan pulang. Kuhentikan langkahku menuruni anak tangga terakhir, kusempatkan mataku mengamati sekelilingku. Terlihat beberapa petugas kebersihan sedang menyapu dedaunan yang berserakan. Suara gesekan sapu mereka sempat membuatku teringat kebiasaan nenekku menyapu halman rumah di sore hari. Terlihat pula beberapa mahasiswa masih setia bercengkerama sambil menikmati segelas kopi di depan akuarium. Samar-samar kudengar gelak tawa mereka.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Udara lembab tiba-tiba menghampiriku hingga membuat bulu kudukku berdiri. Tanpa sadar seseorang lewat tepat disebelahku. Pantas saja, dialah penyebab bulu kudukku berdiri. Tak lepas pandanganku darinya hingga dia berhenti di kumpulan penguasa penikmat kopi itu. Lalu pandanganku tertuju ke pelataran fakultas. Terlihat beberapa mahasiswa masi berkelompok, beberapa kelompok terlihat seperti sedang berdiskusi dan bertukar pikiran dan beberapa lainnya jelas sedang besenda gurau. Aku mulai membayangkan beberapa waktu kedepan, nampaknya suasana kampus di sore hari tidak akan sama seperti seperti sore ini. Halaman utama tidak akan sesunyi ini. Mungkin akan kelompok penikmat kopi lainnya dan bercengkerama hingga langit tak lagi kemerahan. Mungkin beberapa organisasi kampus pun akan mulai menambah waktu untuk berdiskusi dan membuat kegiatan saat senja tiba hingga petang. Dan aku pun meyakini gelak tawa dan derap kaki akan terdengar mulai dari terbit fajar hingga sang mentari ditelan kegelapan atau bahkan akan ada beberapa alas tidur terbentang di setiap sudut kosong kampus.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Beberapa pedagang di kantin dan kopma pun mungkin nantinya akan memperpanjang waktu buka mereka. Para pedagang kaki lima di luar area kampus pun akan semakin menjalar. Dan hal ini otomatis akan menambah pekerjaan petugas kebersihan, tanpa tambahan gaji. Saat pagi tiba para petugas kebersihan akan menggelngkan kepala dan menjerit dalam hati kalau mereka sangat membenci pekerjaan mereka. Otot-otot mereka mulai mengeras saat membersihkan sampa-sampah yang berserakan. Beberapa menit kemudian gundukan sampah mulai terlihat dan kampus sudah bersih kembali. Dan aku yakin para petugas kebersihan berharap tidak akan ada hari esok dengan hati yang menjerit dan otot-otot yang mengeras.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Aku pun teringat akan kejadian siang tadi. Saat aku dan teman-temanku menuju ATM, kami melewati halaman utama kampus dan melihat sebuah Volvo biru kesulitan mencari tempat parkir dan saat Volvo biru itu memutuskan untuk keluar dari halaman itu, tepat di tikungan Volvo biru itu menabrak pembatas di depannya. Aku rasa wajar jika hal itu terjadi, karena lahan parkir di dalam kampusku itu memang sempit dan terbatas. Kalau pun parkir di luar area kampus kita harus membayar cukup mahal. Aku pun mulai membayangkan lahan parkir di kampusku akan diperluas dan otomatis pohon-pohon yang ada di tengah halaman akan berakhir menjadi kayu bakar. Dan kampusku akan terlihat hampa tanpa hijaunya dedaunan. Teriknya matahari pun langsung dapat kurasakan membakar kulit ini tanpa ada yang bisa menghalaunya lagi. Serta tak ada lagi tempat untuk mahasiswa menikmati kopi sambil mencari segarnya udara di bawah pepohonan.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Aku pun tersentak, ternyata seseorang menepuk lembut pundakku. Dialah orang yang dengan semilisentimeter senyumannya dapat membuat satu meter senyuman di wajahku. Aku pun tersadar, lamunanku akan kampusku sudah membuatku terlambat pulang. Mentari pun sudah tak menampakkan sinarnya lagi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Sebelum aku benar-benar meninggalkan area kampus, sempat mataku mengamati daerah disepanjang trotoar depan kampus. Para pedagang kakilima yang sedari pagi hingga siang tadi bejualan sudah tidak tampak lagi dan digantikan dengan orang-orang yang bercengkerama sembari menyanyikan lagu dengan gitarnya sambil ditemani secangkir kopi yang dibeli di warung tepat di sebrang jalan. Pohon-pohon di sekeliling pun ikut bergoyang bersama semilir angin yang berhembus lembut di kesunyian malam.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Sepeda motor yang kutumpangi pun melaju perlahan menuju arah pintu belakang kampus yang terletak di bagian atas. Kuamati lahan parkir yang tadi siang dipenuhi barisan sepeda motor yang terparkir dengan rapi. Sekarang lahan parkir itu tampak lengah dan tak ada satu pun sepeda motor yang terparkir di sana. Hanya terlihat seorang petugas sedang mengunci pintu yang terbuat dari rangkaian-rangkaian besi berwarna biru tua.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Kutinggalkan kampus Unisba tercintaku sejenak, karena esok kita akan berjumpa lagi. Aku berharap para mahasiswa yang datang dan pergi di kampusku mendapat ilmu yang sepadan dengan niat dan tekad mereka. Bagiku setiap harinya kampusku melantunkan melodi yang berbeda yang patut ku nanti syairnya.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; line-height: 32px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">written by Gita Mahayuningtyas</span></span></span></span></p>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-80639590176825915152010-10-23T09:46:00.000-07:002011-01-28T09:45:09.677-08:00not A Fairytale and it's Pathetic<div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">well yea<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">h, I dont know </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">how to begin it up....</span></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>but, you all know about fairytale right? kind of stroy that can make you feel very happy when you read it and you ready to leave this life toward live in that story paper. Beautiful love story is there, with the charming prince and you become the beautiful princess of course. so sweet huh??!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">but this is me, just Gita Mahayuningtyas. i live in my own life, reality no fake.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ok let me show you my suck reality.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></p> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;font-family:";font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>you know a girl like me actually a girl in almost 20th like me falling in love is very common. just want yall know that i always like a boy with sunken cheek, tall and not fat. but i'm not kind of girl that could get her love easily, but i could find easily. poor me.</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7j216ZGQmYl3HsCJsBgOhw3Zs3o5HkZkvjRJhvZx5JEGOYIXa-1kV1PZnn0vqGvNkq2j_3CV9wLGzciYCNagzv984Zt8qjlIYV75ze4KErgfS5lK32R305ZsEbLIlFSANAuKDYMRca79/s1600/69299_1376662190565_1652167031_804648_7433150_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7j216ZGQmYl3HsCJsBgOhw3Zs3o5HkZkvjRJhvZx5JEGOYIXa-1kV1PZnn0vqGvNkq2j_3CV9wLGzciYCNagzv984Zt8qjlIYV75ze4KErgfS5lK32R305ZsEbLIlFSANAuKDYMRca79/s320/69299_1376662190565_1652167031_804648_7433150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531906265759611042" border="0" /></a></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;font-family:";font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ya ya ya i know, i'm not those perfect nose, those smooth skin or those flushed cheek. but i'm just thiking about my self, i'm just thinking about my future and my dreams. i look for the best one for once. is that wrong??? spell y e a h !!</span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzEgf6YRXvbaFEI44cZdi8XapeD2Rn0uimWlYiBxj9k7QUoNNFk2_zJJzyxAmlOjttwOzSIemjD7Yq2MxQXzHe5kxFAABcAPs_fowdmGOSIClVB890s-kCcGYArA2Cn4SofthAzKYw-Pe/s1600/IMG_2291.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzEgf6YRXvbaFEI44cZdi8XapeD2Rn0uimWlYiBxj9k7QUoNNFk2_zJJzyxAmlOjttwOzSIemjD7Yq2MxQXzHe5kxFAABcAPs_fowdmGOSIClVB890s-kCcGYArA2Cn4SofthAzKYw-Pe/s320/IMG_2291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531621974369951762" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><div><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/GIIIII~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/GIIIII~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/GIIIII~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /> <span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:13.5pt;"> </span></div>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-68270872967045870192010-09-22T05:40:00.000-07:002010-11-11T20:37:33.185-08:00got a mother's anger and broke a father's stuff<span style="font-family: verdana;">PERFECT</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message">!<br />*no more anot</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message">her </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message">suitable word<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Green Vintage Blouse</span></span>. I love this pastel stuff. To get it i've hunting with my little friend (Shinta aka Ebong in english Tadpole :D) in somewhere that Bandung people called PUSDAI MARKET (only open once a week, on friday). my mom hate this place so badly. emmm and you know what? when i found this blouse i already known that i can take it with me but i can't take it home. but i don't have another home, i took it home.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5BNS-IRkmUZqBaXZD7sy9v3OiupUDj7KDlKCmq10VKSVI_y7la5FhdgycL26UJ7k0zkIfsp5sWL2wJQjMAVqX1wgMMfBiRXAmRo6rwjc3qOn3TBfX8X2JrEy5hRBA7sGCb9kLSSusYYM/s1600/IMG_7254.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5BNS-IRkmUZqBaXZD7sy9v3OiupUDj7KDlKCmq10VKSVI_y7la5FhdgycL26UJ7k0zkIfsp5sWL2wJQjMAVqX1wgMMfBiRXAmRo6rwjc3qOn3TBfX8X2JrEy5hRBA7sGCb9kLSSusYYM/s320/IMG_7254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737981642720098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><span class="UIStory_Message">JENG JENG JENG JEEEENG</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">i did it. i success to kept it in my room, secret place baby....hohoho</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">nobody known :D khukhukhu *evil laugh</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">but the problem is... i were not was</span><span class="UIStory_Message">h</span><span class="UIStory_Message"> it yet</span><span class="UIStory_Message">! bad...</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">i always looked for time to was</span><span class="UIStory_Message">h</span> it. but t<span class="UIStory_Message">h</span>at was in a <span class="UIStory_Message">h</span>oliday :( my mom at <span class="UIStory_Message">h</span>ome along day T.T<br />AHA<span class="UIStory_Message">! i've got an idea. i was</span><span class="UIStory_Message">hed it w</span><span class="UIStory_Message">hen my mom sleeping.............</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">gryuuuuu sekesesk byuuuur kucekkucek treeeekekekteketeketek *wa</span><span class="UIStory_Message">hsing :P</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="UIStory_Message">and it's time to dry it up. i took my blouse on t</span><span class="UIStory_Message">he roof for t</span><span class="UIStory_Message">he sunlig</span><span class="UIStory_Message">ht. and it saved from my mom till next day. fiuuu</span><span class="UIStory_Message">h.</span><br /><span class="UIStory_Message">but suddenly i </span><span class="UIStory_Message">heard a deat</span><span class="UIStory_Message">h scream, "GITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">! I KNOW W</span>HERE YOU GOT THIS CLOTH...BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA......."<br />ok now i really believe in to <span style="font-weight: bold;">a mot</span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message">her's</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> feeling</span>. and i can't continuing t<span class="UIStory_Message">his story anymore T.T, becaus i'm really death now!! lol.</span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;">but i'm a bad girl, i still wear my green vintage blouse :) so lovable<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvSTssKogETyebStiZAFPTYLKr9kBwjxgTvb-hIhy2v1AG8F_90PQFW2bEPhy_Hy6Z0RbAIdwVIANCXLfsSoqLS5xdBqYBHxpWq0RcRYkC1gNMkGggFD8qFawKEiJ6IxHgv9J8grLqqKO/s1600/IMG_7256.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvSTssKogETyebStiZAFPTYLKr9kBwjxgTvb-hIhy2v1AG8F_90PQFW2bEPhy_Hy6Z0RbAIdwVIANCXLfsSoqLS5xdBqYBHxpWq0RcRYkC1gNMkGggFD8qFawKEiJ6IxHgv9J8grLqqKO/s320/IMG_7256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737990172854162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*kiss</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="UIStory_Message">hugsmooc</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="UIStory_Message">h<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2sMurQQVRA7v0JNnjY-BBcWJqhJt_J6_HxJ8yiIugBf_HXE2jebAmV5yVGm4fumI5GFKKa5pJ90TtS6s26IUeN-gb_8xBDSwFIgbpWLvGXcEDwHKTIWnTwl7LiBGYK573pQL8hfLnhgQ/s1600/xxx.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2sMurQQVRA7v0JNnjY-BBcWJqhJt_J6_HxJ8yiIugBf_HXE2jebAmV5yVGm4fumI5GFKKa5pJ90TtS6s26IUeN-gb_8xBDSwFIgbpWLvGXcEDwHKTIWnTwl7LiBGYK573pQL8hfLnhgQ/s320/xxx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519738001544470354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">i love my self :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;">Seiko Quartz Watch</span>.<span style="font-size:100%;"> emmm i don't know how to tell</span> you guys. this watch is so precious, especially for my father. because this watch has so many memory.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;">the glass of watch had broke once. but my father fixed it, he bought for new glass. i already know t the watch is original. after fixed it up, he gave it to me. i love this old watch so much :* i do really care with it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveCRsuVhUlQCQLkiyyT32swTIWf4YJDWgYSKPgV7c6SpqzjQOttY4yjP91bJtTckWmWhSpTugL_cXZBRBYtyTF8GDXZTwJuVDnjLBMrm6z16SaCQxdFJivBJunSlzQNnaxAA7gvNNEmcs/s1600/IMG_7253.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveCRsuVhUlQCQLkiyyT32swTIWf4YJDWgYSKPgV7c6SpqzjQOttY4yjP91bJtTckWmWhSpTugL_cXZBRBYtyTF8GDXZTwJuVDnjLBMrm6z16SaCQxdFJivBJunSlzQNnaxAA7gvNNEmcs/s320/IMG_7253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519745139215260962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;">lovely old watch</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;">till 4 days ago......... i droped it down<span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">! fool me so badly. s</span>hit.<br />and the glass was broke once more. it's ok, just buy the new glass again.........<br />but you know what guys?? i just make RP 400.000,- ($40) become trash. DAMN<span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><span class="UIStory_Message">!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27eCrmrznhd9iby5KZME5mztPsGFlo8-2RKNcZmaSmoOK2DDHYJv8ODaCc-GiXcg1CXX9OxzmYW4k8Men-mGPuVtmEc6ejgfSQ_eaaePdMH56_CH2b8UVse3YAPZbMJGSHjnp06QqWulX/s1600/lookbook.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27eCrmrznhd9iby5KZME5mztPsGFlo8-2RKNcZmaSmoOK2DDHYJv8ODaCc-GiXcg1CXX9OxzmYW4k8Men-mGPuVtmEc6ejgfSQ_eaaePdMH56_CH2b8UVse3YAPZbMJGSHjnp06QqWulX/s320/lookbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519745143607971682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">forgive me daddy......</span><br /></div><br /></div>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-8279479135337127432010-09-08T05:48:00.000-07:002012-02-02T00:05:43.518-08:00PASSIONs! !<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> i'm a girl who has <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">a lot of dreams</span> and <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">so many wishes</span> in my life. and i'll never let my dreams boil away just like my <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">hot cappuccino</span>. i'll keep that in my life and i'll make it comes true.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">my dreams must be my future life</span></span>!!<br /><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">so MY PASSION is to make my dreams must become my future life</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-size:180%;" ><span>1.</span></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > i'm a girl who dreamed has a success carrier as <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">MAGAZINE EDITOR</span></span> :D<br />which girl who dont want work in a cool building till you freeze?? STUPID! i want have my own room in my office, and i want to put a set of soft hugh blue sofa. hahaha and the important one is I WANT A HANDSOME PARTNER!!! owyeah! haha<br />okay i just want my perfect life in my carrier like this stories:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://deep.dagdigdug.com/files/2009/03/confessions.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 419px;" src="http://deep.dagdigdug.com/files/2009/03/confessions.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://wallpapermovie.net/wallpaperOnizlemeDosyalar/Meryl_Streep_in_The_Devil_Wears_Prada_Wallpaper_1_1280.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 300px;" src="http://wallpapermovie.net/wallpaperOnizlemeDosyalar/Meryl_Streep_in_The_Devil_Wears_Prada_Wallpaper_1_1280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> i wanna like them in that stories. with my success carrier i can go shopping whenever ever :D and I can make my parents happy and proud of me. and i can make other people happy with my way. <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">*your dream comes true*</span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-size:180%;" >2.</span> i'm a girl who dreamed has <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">a beautiful love story</span> <span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">♥ ♥ ♥</span></span><br />the boy i love to?? sometimes we need a place to share. in future i want make a place that i call husband :) i'm just a very ordinary girl, i mean i'm not those blue or green eyes, i'm not those shiny hair and i'm not those sparkling skin. but which girl dont want those perfect body, fabulouse and handsome face and those shiny glamour cars?!! i want that all!!! hhahaha<br /><br />the boy that i dream on:<br /># <span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="" title=""></span></span>tall<br /><span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="" title=""># </span></span>messy hair (no baldie hehe)<br /><span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="" title=""># </span></span>sunken cheek boy would be more sweet<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> yeah i wanna get married once in my once life, i hope so. even before the wedding there is long journey and will be a long story for my diary. lol *i"m not diary-ing. anyway i do really believe that <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">"Crushing on someone is much more challenging and more fun than dating someone." haha :P</span></span><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">i love this love story:</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cigaretthenda.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/becoming-jane-poster-0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://cigaretthenda.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/becoming-jane-poster-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="UIStory_Message"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">"<span style=" ;font-size:100%;" >Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without."</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ladybugfreak.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/50days-of-summer-poster.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 307px;" src="http://ladybugfreak.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/50days-of-summer-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>this is what i called:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="status-body" ><span class="entry-content"><span class="Apple-style-span">"Crushing on someone is much more challenging and more fun than dating someone."</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">okay enough with the movies. back to reality! <span style=";font-size:100%;" ><span class="UIStory_Message">h</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">aha</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Doesn't really matter what the eyes is seeing, cause i'm in love with the inner being.</span></span></span> Actually i<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>wanna have a husband who can be imam in my family and he should be a good sample for my children. anyway i just wanna have 2 children. so it's just you, me and their both. WE ARE HAPPY FAMILY :) <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">yeaaaah!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"> *your </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">♥ ♥ ♥ </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">dream comes true*</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span></span> i'm a girl who dreamed has <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">a beautiful, cozy, and warm palace</span> :)<br />not really palace i mean. yes! HOME SWEET HOME.<br />i wanna built this with my husband but not by my husband's money. by my money of course!<br />i wanna have a wide green garden, for my guestes <span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="" title="">appetizers</span></span>.<br />and i love a house with pastel colours. It can make me feel relax, calm and passionate. lol. and for the furniture<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> <span style="font-size:85%;">I LOVE VINTAGE and CLASSIC!!</span></span><br />and my house should have a door, that's the point :p<br /><span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="">for the sweetener there is should be<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">LOVE</span></span> inside.</span></span> ooooo so sweet........<br /><br /></div>more less like this:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT6dHPicZYUYFmweSgPy8PCyhfO0vE6pCjKa2ZozKBD86sn33Y&t=1&usg=___GXK6iP9wMlV4y45OdbxnF0hoP4="><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 251px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT6dHPicZYUYFmweSgPy8PCyhfO0vE6pCjKa2ZozKBD86sn33Y&t=1&usg=___GXK6iP9wMlV4y45OdbxnF0hoP4=" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/warm-house-interior.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 226px;" src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/warm-house-interior.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">in my house i'll spent my whole life with my lovely family, both happy and sorrow.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"My Home is My Paradise."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">*your dream comes true*</span></span><br /><br /> <br /> I know to reach all of that ia want to is not like eat away your cupcake. you need a hard work and incredible struggle. and remember, when i get all of this one day <span style="font-weight: bold;">i'll never ever let them go!!</span> fight and pray. i believe ia can make all of my dreams come true.........<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">because i'm Gita Mahayuningtyas<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">DONE<br /></span></div><br /></div></div></div></div>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-33250072537865274792010-08-28T09:16:00.000-07:002010-09-24T03:16:46.115-07:00I just wanna say "Nasi Padang I LOVE YOU"<div style="text-align: justify;">rasanya maknyooooos nyos nyos nyos<br />tiada tara deh. uda kaya akan bumbu khas Indonesia harganya murah meriah lagi *tergantung belinya dimana sih...<br />masakan khas Padang ini eksisnya udah ngalahin Agnes Monica deh. dijamin!! lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA0fs0rouN3PIzj4Pg0zMEZxEMvOKuOlZZXHem7XxYsFuIq6TaN2nIA0FVvkJ5fWDgPPEWCIrzbafZ2D9M83TNResMcfEXT4_oAp9xgO5E55EcieaKxPWeZN7UK69rvQT-A29w52xRHBc/s1600/nasi-padang.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA0fs0rouN3PIzj4Pg0zMEZxEMvOKuOlZZXHem7XxYsFuIq6TaN2nIA0FVvkJ5fWDgPPEWCIrzbafZ2D9M83TNResMcfEXT4_oAp9xgO5E55EcieaKxPWeZN7UK69rvQT-A29w52xRHBc/s320/nasi-padang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510505930160556434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >Kerennya Nasi Padang:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1.</span> walopun masakan orang sononoh (orang padang), tapi ini selera nusantara deh.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2</span>. harganya bisa dibilang murah *tergantung belinya dimana sih..., ga heran klo nih masakan jadi inceran anak kos.<br />>>> buktinya nih, ddepan kampu gw ada tuh yg jualan nasi padang tp murahnya ga kira2. masa sebungkus yg terdiri dr sayur nangka, 1 perkedel jagung sama ayam kare plus sambel ijo <span style="font-weight: bold;">IDR ONLY 5000 rupiah!!</span> oh no! ini warung bikin gw negatif thinking. ayamnya ayam apa ya?? ayam jadi2an? ato ayam nyolong? ato ayam tiren? bla bla bla <span style="font-weight: bold;">TAPI</span>.... karena laper yaudah sikat aja gan!! hahaha<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span> nasi nya bejibuuuun gila.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> menjamur dimana2, jd gampang ditemukan. sampe segal suku di indonesia berlomba2 masak ini makanan. tp tetep lah yg enak ya yg dimasak ama orang padang asli.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.</span> makan pake kuah lauknya aja udah bisa bikin lidah bergoyang. hohoho cool!!<br /><br />tapi kalo kata gw ini makanan mengandung nikotin, asli bikin nyandu!! haha lol<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nih Menu Favorit versi Gita:</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1.</span> paling favorit Rendang *rasanya itu looh susah dilupakan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdfaiVTP9UpamBtXZ1ZvzxF7EX-wvvLFjwlwfG0vY89Gv0angO0PksrPBslfiP71DS3L53dnZsKhh2zDzfvQ-yVwQ_EmXtJQO9v69LEO4M2iFFof6UfYuJygZFn7YX3sBImhjMouOMeAs/s1600/rendang.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdfaiVTP9UpamBtXZ1ZvzxF7EX-wvvLFjwlwfG0vY89Gv0angO0PksrPBslfiP71DS3L53dnZsKhh2zDzfvQ-yVwQ_EmXtJQO9v69LEO4M2iFFof6UfYuJygZFn7YX3sBImhjMouOMeAs/s200/rendang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510507062079951794" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">rendang ku sayang :D</span></span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2</span>. sambel ijo donk. ga lengkap klo ga pake sambel ijo.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3</span>. ayam pop. rasanya sih asin asin gurih, enak dh.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> suka2 kalian aj dh ya.... :D<br /><br /></div>oke intinya masakan Indonesia itu ga kalah kok sama masakan negara lain.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">oh iya!! kyknya nasi padang perlu dipatenkan deeeeh, sebelum di klaim sama negara berinisial "M + alay" itu tuuuh. hhe<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">akhir kata saya mengucapakan,<br /></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">"SELAMAT MENIKMATI"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVReXIchs2B4dqsPD91VErXOeHQuycIYEaxU4s9ZALoATxvKaZ4hOToKZcqNi62Bxzc1kG2R24ITdrr6vmBDvbwUUTKqNqaD9HuMYx9qwbV086zwm4ESwxzZ2yUQG1_lbhVTW4I7n732-6/s1600/padang1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVReXIchs2B4dqsPD91VErXOeHQuycIYEaxU4s9ZALoATxvKaZ4hOToKZcqNi62Bxzc1kG2R24ITdrr6vmBDvbwUUTKqNqaD9HuMYx9qwbV086zwm4ESwxzZ2yUQG1_lbhVTW4I7n732-6/s320/padang1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510502614246349826" border="0" /></a>Nasi Padang enyak enyak enyak :P<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>giiiiiitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05807136967452668327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190215291059572165.post-42672183555117393572010-06-27T05:25:00.000-07:002010-11-02T08:30:55.904-07:00looklet is cool :)no doubt for this web, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">cool</span></span>...<br />km bisa kreasiin apa pun ide yg ada di kepala, klo krasi mu bagus ya dpt nilai banyak.<br />tp jangan kecewa juga sih klo di awal2 km dpt nilai sedikit. wajar.<br />hahaha bikin patah semangat emang. huh.<br />ok let's check mine ^^<a href="http://looklet.com/user/384897" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://looklet.com/user/384897</a><br />jangan lupa kasi hati okey!!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">sample of my design:</span><br /></span></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCR5FTTC6657t_IfQWLpGZ9j1jAMPZw4SSmC4zrNO-XOluwbmlfMQTK9j-_uVZIVt-3vVimZw0MIO7ls9TmUqWxB7t8Vo3Bv9UDHONZyforWTdFcZEoWQ63WgMzYpKiwnB94ltv4mxUIZF/s1600/55fab529-2edc-4876-89dc-2aa7bd0f0bfe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCR5FTTC6657t_IfQWLpGZ9j1jAMPZw4SSmC4zrNO-XOluwbmlfMQTK9j-_uVZIVt-3vVimZw0MIO7ls9TmUqWxB7t8Vo3Bv9UDHONZyforWTdFcZEoWQ63WgMzYpKiwnB94ltv4mxUIZF/s320/55fab529-2edc-4876-89dc-2aa7bd0f0bfe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510493142004272850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdToPhikUlwZdzStWjLp-kMWixYOsHvaSvKvlXY-s3Z0ynd2ws-xfL2ne7K4LJnNGEsfwZdDsNdPcawFNzXcCuC9gyk3jpaRQW6cKvpOmwM3DVHh1N55DsQJQgEiUAH270lW5BLSR0ACWF/s1600/6e254dab-d70f-4d7d-a31b-adecf89d69b6.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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