<?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-6851886504596818309</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:43:24.881-07:00</updated><category term='game'/><title type='text'>aw-aw-aw-AWDICTED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-6957561232783688090</id><published>2010-03-29T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:11:08.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto -_-</title><content type='html'>Hari ini gue sama dua temen gue ngebolang ke Bandung Indah Plaza. Nah, tadinya setelah makan di food court kita bertiga niatnya mau nonton Messenger 2 The ScareCrow, tapi ternyata kudu nunjukkin KTP, oh wtf juli gue udah punya ktp kok ribet amat ye hidup lo. Setelah melewati birokrasi yang panjang dan berbelit belit, kita bertiga photobox dan setelah beberapa kali jepret, tiba waktunya buat milih poto yang mau dicetak, karena buru-buru TERPILIHLAH FOTO YANG SUPER GAK KOBE -__________-&lt;br /&gt;Lemah, lelah, dan putus asa, kita melanjutkan perbolangan ke sudut-sudut terpencil BIP. Ternyata ada dong PHOTO STUDIO YANG HARGANYA CUMA 3000 SATU FOTO . Kontan kita bertiga kegirangan, langsung masuk studio buat berpoto.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata , servis dan fasilitas sebanding dengan harga.&lt;br /&gt;Fotografer nya jayus ga jelas, garing, nyebelin, sok professional, sok ganteng, sok banyak amal pula. Masa giliran kita beungeutnya gak jelas di jepret. KAMPRET.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, gw ga tega post foto-foto naas itu di blog ini -_-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kalo ada waktu gue pajang yang cantik aja hwhwhw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-6957561232783688090?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6957561232783688090/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/foto.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/6957561232783688090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/6957561232783688090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/foto.html' title='Foto -_-'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-1325871230835735943</id><published>2010-03-26T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:06:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liburan dan Produktivitas</title><content type='html'>Hahaha ketagihan post make bahasa indonesia lagi deeeh :3&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung hari ini adalah hari terakhir liburan gw ( liburan UN kelas 3, aduh plis deh, ini artinya gue bersenang-senang diatas penderitaan orang lain-_- ) maka post ini juga tentang liburan :D&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang gue rasakan selama liburan adalah &lt;b&gt; berkurangnya produktivitas &lt;/b&gt; dan &lt;big&gt; menonaktifkan alarm alam di dalam diri gw &lt;/big&gt;. Orang biasanya hidup teratur bangun pagi, ke sekolah, pulang, dsb. teratur pada jam yang ditentukan, ini malah menghabiskan lebih dari 12 jam didepan komputer @@ gimana minus mata gw ga nambah -___-&lt;br /&gt;cukup deh minus 6 dan ga mauu tambah lagi .&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi pas liburan hal yang gue lakuin cuma OL fb, OL twitter, dengerin lagu (pake earphone lagi), nonton tv, smsan sama pacar, telepon pacar, baca komik, nonton dvd, bahkan yang parahnya selama liburan satu minggu gue cuma mandi 3x HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yang bener-bener parah itu sindrom pasca-liburannya setelah masuk sekolah, otak udah encer kaya bubur oatmeal (yang masih menggumpal itu ide-ide desain dan all about game online haha) . Tapi mau gimana lagi sih, it's a kind of tradition, membiarkan waktu liburan berlalu begitu saja tanpa melakukan sesuatu hal yang positif dan berarti :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-1325871230835735943?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1325871230835735943/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/liburan-dan-produktivitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/1325871230835735943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/1325871230835735943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/liburan-dan-produktivitas.html' title='Liburan dan Produktivitas'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-7636409899821635487</id><published>2010-03-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:02:51.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolah dan Uang Duka Cita</title><content type='html'>first of all , maap yah kalo posting ini pake bahasa indonesia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu kemaren nenek temen gue meninggal, dan sekolah itu nagihin duit duka cita. But anyway rasa kehilangan akan sesorang yang disayang itu ga akan ilang cuma dengan duit sekedarnya yang dikumpulin sama sekolah kan. Lagian buat apa juga, temen gue itu termasuk yang tajir di sekolah, kemana-mana bawa laptop dan dianterin mobil. Emang perlu yah "sumbangan duka cita" buat orang yang tajir? Malah menurut gue pribadi, itu termasuk menghina. Nenek atau siapanya gitu meninggal, dikasih duit? Receh pula! What a big shame, tau ga. Alhamdulillah sih gue belom pernah ngalamin siapanya gue gitu meninggal dan dikasih duit duka cita. Dan karena gue belom pernah ngalamin itu, gue bertanya-tanya. Duit itu beneran ga ya dikasih sama si murid yang siapanya gitu meninggal? Ato malah masuk ke kantong sekolahnya aja?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-7636409899821635487?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/7636409899821635487/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/sekolah-dan-uang-duka-cita.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/7636409899821635487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/7636409899821635487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/03/sekolah-dan-uang-duka-cita.html' title='Sekolah dan Uang Duka Cita'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-2517203905313520850</id><published>2010-01-19T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T04:53:30.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8 - Finally Make It Through deviantART !</title><content type='html'>Since tomorrow i've already had a page on &lt;a href="http://ladylucielle.deviantart.com"&gt; deviantART.com &lt;/a&gt; !&lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m121.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is for artworkers sharing their artwork into the network and communicate with another artworkers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wasn't an expert on illustration, but i tried hard to learn and make great illustration. There are the example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1WpPD2EWkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NDBmmA8rSyE/s1600-h/Scan4+edit+ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1WpPD2EWkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NDBmmA8rSyE/s320/Scan4+edit+ver1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428431002060216898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1WobMKDd6I/AAAAAAAAADI/R-aM371zDQ4/s1600-h/polos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1WobMKDd6I/AAAAAAAAADI/R-aM371zDQ4/s320/polos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428430110938331042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1Wp4ZT_9LI/AAAAAAAAADY/qbMlOQU920I/s1600-h/19335_1205467339806_1322311104_30529294_3185775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1Wp4ZT_9LI/AAAAAAAAADY/qbMlOQU920I/s320/19335_1205467339806_1322311104_30529294_3185775_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428431712197538994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty  neat, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;I spend lot of time staring at the monitor just for coloring them. I feel like to blowed up -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess there are lots of things i should learn before make a great illustration ;)&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , i uploaded them to my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; facebook &lt;/a&gt; too , so if you don't have a deviantID, you can visit my gallery in my facebook account too :)&lt;br /&gt;and for who played megaxus games, i uploaded them to my forum account too. Just visit &lt;a href="http://forum.megaxus.com/index.php?topic=53429.20;topicseen"&gt; my Megaxus Forum Gallery &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've got to get my dinner, finished it and go to sleep &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m050.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's enough for today, byeeee~ &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m118.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-2517203905313520850?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2517203905313520850/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-8-finally-make-it-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/2517203905313520850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/2517203905313520850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-8-finally-make-it-through.html' title='Part 8 - Finally Make It Through deviantART !'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/S1WpPD2EWkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NDBmmA8rSyE/s72-c/Scan4+edit+ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-1811262860046719260</id><published>2009-12-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:19:15.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7 - Every Girls Loved to be Called Beautiful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxycseYnKcI/AAAAAAAAACg/I2MsMJD4deE/s1600-h/14360_1180445754282_1322311104_30472563_5577465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxycseYnKcI/AAAAAAAAACg/I2MsMJD4deE/s320/14360_1180445754282_1322311104_30472563_5577465_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412373140076964290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last part but not least . My task to complete my final E-Club test is only 7 posts but i think after i get the mark for my blog i'll write again in this blog , of course with English too so i can still practice with my English.&lt;br /&gt;I choose "&lt;i&gt;Every Girls Loved to be Called Beautiful&lt;/i&gt;" as the title of this post because these days, i've uploaded a photo on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; Facebook &lt;/a&gt; - some of my friends commented on it . My Cousins says that i am ugly ( RAAAWR look at my &lt;b&gt; ɹǝdʎɥ ɐɹʇln ɹǝdnp ɹǝdns &lt;/b&gt; beautiful face - compared with your face , oh GOD , bless them ) but my BF and my friends called me cute and pretty ( you'll never regret it . *smooch* ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple thing make me realized, all girls loved to be called beautiful . But somehow, we'll never realized how pretty are us. We girls are the center of attention, think, all the branded clothing company spent about million dollars for the girl's fashion . Lets count how many branded clothing co. or perfume co. for girls, there are lots of them !&lt;br /&gt;They try everything just to make us women to be more beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful . &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt; WHY ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; because Every women loved to be called beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Wherever, beauty is a relative thing. Some local guys called a light-skin girl is beautiful, but the western guys loved the dark tanned-skin girl. The sports guys dated the petite cheerleader girls, but the captain of the chess team got embarassed in front of the head of reading club girl who always get her hair in ponytails wearing a black framed glasses, lots of books on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girls are pretty, don't you think so? Every girls has her own unique things. Hmm, for example, i first looked at myself. I am an extrovert girl who always smile and doing crazy things to make people laughs. It was my very own unique thing :)&lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m096.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-1811262860046719260?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1811262860046719260/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-7-every-girls-loved-to-be-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/1811262860046719260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/1811262860046719260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-7-every-girls-loved-to-be-called.html' title='Part 7 - Every Girls Loved to be Called Beautiful :)'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxycseYnKcI/AAAAAAAAACg/I2MsMJD4deE/s72-c/14360_1180445754282_1322311104_30472563_5577465_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-910199513939688190</id><published>2009-12-03T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:22:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6 - I'm sorry, I'm a high-class woman who can admitted being defeated in a sportsmanlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxjmMbhOufI/AAAAAAAAACY/m6R82wzHof8/s1600-h/2_758289187l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxjmMbhOufI/AAAAAAAAACY/m6R82wzHof8/s320/2_758289187l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411328053505604082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first apologize for this post . This post is a bit personal and remember this blog is not a personal blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have a problem that caused my skipping-school hobby became greatly increased . Oh come on, what is the purpose of teaching high school girl (who totally blinded by heart damage) function of democracy  ?&lt;br /&gt;And more severe than that crap lessons, every day I have to see a "scene " that hurts my heart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it sounds selfish but I think it was reasonable, imagine , to see someone who once said that he loved us ( just call him Mr.Ex HAHAHA )do the same thing with another people, and that people was EXACTLY your best friend :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next, your "best friend" once told you that she wouldn't hurt you again by rejecting that guy, but soon she and that guy sitting in front of you, holding hands, singing some stupid love songs ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, maybe it'll sounds too exaggerated, but everytime i saw them together, i'll hear a sound like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRAAAACK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; inside my chest -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first i decided to &lt;i&gt; staycool &lt;/i&gt;, but as time goes by (as an extrovert-girl , i think) i can't let things do in this way !&lt;br /&gt;She've made a promise to me, to left that guy alone. But she lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know i mustn't being selfish like this (they have their own world) but pleeeeease be a little respect to me -_-&lt;br /&gt;One time, they broke up and she had not apologized for hurting my feelings, but instead begged him to return to her IN FRONT OF MY OWN EYES &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz01.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, the only thing i could do is admitted being defeated by her&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older friend told me that i should act like high-class women.&lt;br /&gt;Women should be cool but on the exact timing they do the DEATHBLOW (oh yes, that game-victim again -,-) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*On the time they breakup, that girl refuses to admit that she lost this war. So she begged the guy to come back, and showed me that she'll always win. What a SHAME* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now i just described myself like a high-class women. Without glorifying myself, I realized I was better than she was almost in every section. Well, my IQ is 136, Genius One. I have many friends who sincerely make friends with me, not like she that usually only play with the same person again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes one more thing, karma is a REAL THING so be careful &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/o/27.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;i&gt; evil laughs &lt;/i&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-910199513939688190?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/910199513939688190/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-6-im-sorry-im-high-class-woman-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/910199513939688190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/910199513939688190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-6-im-sorry-im-high-class-woman-who.html' title='Part 6 - I&apos;m sorry, I&apos;m a high-class woman who can admitted being defeated in a sportsmanlike'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxjmMbhOufI/AAAAAAAAACY/m6R82wzHof8/s72-c/2_758289187l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-5039719782670067533</id><published>2009-11-25T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:10:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5 - Paradise Of Boredom</title><content type='html'>I think my life is very simple, my activities everyday was very monotonous and usually i am repeating the same things everyday . Woke up in the morning, ate my breakfast without hesitation and drank the same tea everyday, took a quick bath, dressed, went to school with an earphone plugged in my ears listening to Korean music, arrived at school on-time ( if i am lucky, but if i have a bad luck that day i'll be late come to school ), sat on my chair, drew some nonsense drawing on the last page of my book, listened to the teacher, opened opera mini in my cellphone and login into &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; Facebook &lt;/a&gt;( actually this is a bad habit, don't hesitate to try :p ), and when the bells rang i took my bag and go home AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, arrived at home, doing some wash, sat in front of my netbook and doing what we called ONLINE, ate my lunch, online again, finished online usually at 9 pm, brushed my teeth and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again the same routine repeat everyday ! Doesn't it sounds boring ?&lt;br /&gt;For an extrovert person like me it was really really BORING ! PARADISE OF BOREDOM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, maybe this Paradise Of Boredom became another reason for me to play that Online Game xD&lt;br /&gt;But I think i have no idea how to prevent this Paradise of Boredom keep lasting until my life is over ( that's really bad , trust me ). Besides, i am a type of person who excited at first but once stopped will be very reluctant to continue -,-&lt;br /&gt;So it will be very hard for me to escape froem this Paradise of Boredom !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; actually while writing this post, i'm in the Paradise of Boredom too &lt;br /&gt;that is why this post is so short compared with the anoter posts &lt;a href=http://myspace.laymark.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz11.gif alt=MySpace Emoticons border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-5039719782670067533?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5039719782670067533/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4-paradise-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/5039719782670067533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/5039719782670067533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4-paradise-of-boredom.html' title='Part 5 - Paradise Of Boredom'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-8637377662111706261</id><published>2009-11-20T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:32:14.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4 - School Life ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/Sxyg4WrB8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/XtaOSsIKJh4/s1600-h/18112009263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/Sxyg4WrB8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/XtaOSsIKJh4/s320/18112009263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412377742211674274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , in this post i would like to tell you my opinion about school life :D ( which is abandoned lately because of my Online Gaming Hobby - LOL ) . I've been studied for 11 years . Sounds very long, but after passed 11 years that I felt 11 years was very short ! Kindergarten, Elementary School, Junior High, and there i am, High School !People say the high school days is the period of the most beautiful, but people who say it would have been experienced it -___-Might say in thick books commonly read by the "good student" ; high school is a time of self-inquiry , time to socialize with the broader environment more than the junior high , the final stage to adulthood , blablabla .Well, but I knew high school was a time that really beautiful , full of surprise, anger, smile, and tears - something that can not be exchanged for anything, and I myself have lived for almost 2 years but still have not really felt the madness . My high school life is only &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt; one year left &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;and that is the twelve grade - time to study hard for what they called the university "the gateway to the future" and sink into the pile of books &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m005.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . So from now I'm trying to live my eleven grade best, not like the grade of ten - my youth spills out in a cybercafe ( yes I AM the online game victim ) .There are many things that can be found at the high school . Lots of friends (and dates), new environment, the ways the new mix, new exciting and hilarious experiences , and of course all the precious ( unimportant ) lessons . School . teachers who teach around, school friends who only think about acne and how to seduce his new date, the lessons which do not make sense even though the people "genius" who created it .. Whoa , what a life ! It's an important part of our life, too . My opinion is: Live the high school your best without wasting it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; l'école secondaire ne se termine jamais - high school never ends &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m176.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-8637377662111706261?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8637377662111706261/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4-school-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/8637377662111706261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/8637377662111706261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4-school-life.html' title='Part 4 - School Life ♥'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/Sxyg4WrB8KI/AAAAAAAAACo/XtaOSsIKJh4/s72-c/18112009263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-2139809617643352097</id><published>2009-11-19T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:42:43.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Part 3 - I Am The Online-Game Victim :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxyjjY29X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SWNqDkYgPbQ/s1600-h/13070_1166194638013_1322311104_30443525_6538266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxyjjY29X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SWNqDkYgPbQ/s320/13070_1166194638013_1322311104_30443525_6538266_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380680556208066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz17.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Online game&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;An online game is a game played over some forms of computer network. At the present, this almost always means the Internet or equivalent technology; but games have always used whatever technology was current: modems before the internet, and hard wired terminals before modems. The expansion of online gaming has reflected the overall expansion of computer networks from small local networks to the Internet and the growth of Internet access itself. Online games can range from simple text based games to games incorporating complex graphics and virtual worlds populated by many players simultaneously. Many online games have associated online communities, making online games a form of social activity beyond single player games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rising popularity of Flash and Java led to an Internet revolution where websites could utilize streaming video, audio, and a whole new set of user interactivity. When Microsoft began packaging Flash as a pre-installed component of IE, the Internet began to shift from a data/information spectrum to also offer on-demand entertainment. This revolution paved the way for sites to offer games to web surfers. Most online games like World of Warcraft, Final Fantasy XI and Lineage II charge a monthly fee to subscribe to their services, while games such as Guild Wars offer an alternative no monthly fee scheme. Many other sites relied on advertising revenues from on-site sponsors, while others, like RuneScape, the games made by Artix Entertainment and Mabinogi, let people play for free while leaving the players the option of paying, unlocking new content for the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dot-com bubble burst in 2001, many sites solely relying on advertising revenue dollars faced extreme adversity. Despite the decreasing profitability of online gaming websites, some sites have survived the fluctuating ad market by offsetting the advertising revenue loss by using the content as a cross-promotion tool for driving web visitors to other websites that the company owns. &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz17.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, online games these past two years have filled my life ! I'm especially into &lt;b&gt;Audition Ayodance Online Dance Battle Game&lt;/b&gt; .This game may itself have a function as a means of refreshing after an exhausting day of six hours and a half at my school , but these days it's not a game refreshment facilities, but has become a routine that would not want to do every day -____-I knew that gaming was limited to seeking pleasure, but maybe because I was already too deep into this game environment I became addicted to online games . &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m158.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started skipping school to pursue a level in a cybercafe and stop eating in the break to save money that will be used to play! What a waste ! Perhaps also because of the game I have a lot of friends from the virtual world and not a few also who met in the real world and form a community &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/cz/cz07.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . We all have in common, namely this gaming hobby and the background that tends same. maybe this is a strong reason why I'm happy to be in my gaming community .So, a game online like the world to me that these two parallel with the real world .Actually now I'm in the process of "rehabilitation" of my bad habit of playing games to lose track of time, I learned to pay more attention to my school and my real life .&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm supposed to be like this ? Probably because from being the small kid , I've known all about game, although only limited to games in my PSX &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m102.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . I was a girl, may sound funny if my hobbies are playing games in the playstation instead of playing with dolls like other kids . Well but at least now I've realized and intend to restructure my life so as not to fall more in .I hope this post can provide benefits for the player to read, especially from the same game with a game that I play :D &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m145.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/103.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; responsables jouent - play responsibility &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/103.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-2139809617643352097?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2139809617643352097/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-3-i-am-online-game-victim.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/2139809617643352097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/2139809617643352097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-3-i-am-online-game-victim.html' title='Part 3 - I Am The Online-Game Victim :(('/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SxyjjY29X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SWNqDkYgPbQ/s72-c/13070_1166194638013_1322311104_30443525_6538266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-8013058360370132518</id><published>2009-11-19T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:46:13.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 - Being A Sixteen Years Old Girl Is HAAAAARD You Know -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUzcgMcIqI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ZzJs2yLOaw/s1600/14360_1169866369804_1322311104_30451025_5684961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUzcgMcIqI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ZzJs2yLOaw/s320/14360_1169866369804_1322311104_30451025_5684961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405783492499612322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sixteen years old and I think life as a girl of sixteen was difficult . Perhaps they are already past the age of sixteen would say our lives easier, because there are our parents who gives everything &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m170.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . It's not just hard about choosing what clothes you should wear to the prom night , or the color of blush-on like what to wear for a blind date today . Yes , you may think our life is simple . We teenagers are adult's BIG problem , we are the responsibility of adults who are not responsible . Oh GOD , you don't know anything . We're still underage , but they forced us to behave like old enough . We must act like a good person when times have changed, the standard of good person that have changed ! Do we have to wear a plain white shirt tucked into the waist cotton pants all the time ? Whether we should eat a sandwich at the corner of the canteen alone as the only remaining table is a table of the "naughty" children ? Whether we should be doing school work that should be collected next month while the other kids go on holiday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, we also have a separate standard for what we call a good boy . We just want to be free, but we are also trying to keep us out limits . We can think for ourselves without you troubling us with all the commands that are not important because we already know everything . We do not mean to not respect you, but believe me, we can keep ourselves . We know drugs are bad, we know that free-sex is bad . We not do as we were but we just live our "young people" life . If you're too interfere with our life then we will fall into the wrong path, you know . We are sixteen years, we know what to do, trust us . Our lives may be more wild than your life in the past but times have changed, your standard for "good kid" and our standards for "good kid" is different - and our lives much more complicated with a variety of contemporary developments than your life in the past . Without due respect - as far as we know, to become popular in school at your time you enough just to learn, no matter whatever tacky as your hair &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m174.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - whereas in our current era, is more complicated with a system of socialization that is more difficult .&lt;br /&gt;So please trust us , we will live our lives with our own standards which of course is responsible and to know limitations with what we learned in school and apply it to real life♥&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its just my very own opinion about difference between adults and teenagers - so if there is some wrong-picked word please understandable &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m107.gif" alt="MySpace" emoticons="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; quelqu'un voudrait être libre aussi bonne que n'importe quelle prison-anyone would want to be free as good as any prison &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/81.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-8013058360370132518?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8013058360370132518/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-2-being-sixteen-years-old-girl-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/8013058360370132518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/8013058360370132518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-2-being-sixteen-years-old-girl-is.html' title='Part 2 - Being A Sixteen Years Old Girl Is HAAAAARD You Know -_-'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUzcgMcIqI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ZzJs2yLOaw/s72-c/14360_1169866369804_1322311104_30451025_5684961_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6851886504596818309.post-243351363507209933</id><published>2009-11-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:53:10.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part I - Introducing Myself ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUSjslniPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qa9MXFclRWA/s1600/15935_1168018763615_1322311104_30447573_4259667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUSjslniPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qa9MXFclRWA/s320/15935_1168018763615_1322311104_30447573_4259667_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405747332201810162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey , i make this blog for my E-Club! Final Test for Online Blog :) Feel free to leave comment ! Okay , for the first part in my blog , i think i should do some "Introduction" ( &lt;s&gt;to make it a little formal&lt;/s&gt; - lol ) first and then start my blogging . Oh , i am also a beginner on blogging so i'll be &lt;big&gt;happy&lt;/big&gt; if you post a helpful comment in way to improve my blogging skill .&lt;br /&gt;My name is Annisa Kasih Pertiwi , ( what a very common name but i think my name had a great meaning ) my nickname is Kaphe . Chinese Moslem , and had a little confused about this unusual combination . I'm 16 years old - from Alfa Centauri Senior High School Bandung, West Java - 11th grade . I'm Leo , Water-Rooster . I love being a center of attention ( i think it's because i'm a Leo xD ) and i'm a Online Game-Victim too ( speaking of which , this will be on the other part from this blog ) . Talking about favourite , my favourite food is &lt;i&gt; daeji bulgogi &lt;/i&gt; . I don't think everybody known this kind of food , this is Korean Food - minced beef with dipping Korean sauce &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m148.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . My favourite drink is Milk . Although my favourite drink is milk , my height is just about &lt;s&gt;150cm&lt;/s&gt; -_- . For color , I loves purple and white , combination of these colors will appeal some &lt;i&gt; pure glamour &lt;/i&gt; sense :)&lt;br /&gt;My favourite game is &lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy Series for RPG&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt; role playing game &lt;/i&gt;) genre , &lt;b&gt;Audition Ayodance Online Dance Battle&lt;/b&gt; for Online Game , &lt;b&gt;Pet-Society&lt;/b&gt; for Facebook Flash Game , &lt;b&gt;Grand Theft Auto - San Andreas&lt;/b&gt;  ( hey i've never bored playing this game although there is a lots of GTA version , but this game is my favourite :p ) for Action Game , &lt;b&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/b&gt; for MMORPG Online Game , &lt;b&gt;Dance Dance Revolution 5th&lt;/b&gt; Mix For Dance Game , &lt;b&gt;Point Blank's Dr.Dan&lt;/b&gt; for Shooting Game , &lt;b&gt;Chocobo Racing for Racing Game &lt;/b&gt;, and i guess &lt;b&gt;Tekken&lt;/b&gt; for Fighting Game&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/114.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( I mastered well enough Christina's deathly combo so far =D ) .&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song .. hmm , i think i have a lots of favourite song ! Lets called it Utada Hikaru - First Love , Davichi - My Man , Daniel Beddingfield - If You're Not The One , Audition - Wedding Day , Shania Twain - You're Still The One , and many mooooore :))&lt;br /&gt;I love english , and officially hate Math :D&lt;br /&gt;I have no sense of P.E , I'm &lt;big&gt;forced&lt;/big&gt; by my parents into &lt;big&gt; ART &lt;/big&gt; ,actually i prefer Design Graphic better than just Art ( this means : making sculpture from that [EEEEKS] clay , doing some drawing with nonsense rules , and memorize names of old creatures that found how to draw in absract mode .&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes , for knowing me better&lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m013.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , you can check : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; my Facebook &lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; my Twitter &lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://luciellefeatlucifer.tumblr.com/"&gt; my Tumblr &lt;/a&gt; , and &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/kapeewuzhere"&gt; my Plurk&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;b&gt;just click on the text and you'll be redirected to my soc-site&lt;/b&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/o/60.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soyez vous-même , même si vous êtes une personne - just be yourself even if you're nobody &lt;a href="http://myspace.laymark.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/m/m118.gif" alt="MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6851886504596818309-243351363507209933?l=iforidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/243351363507209933/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-i-introducing-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/243351363507209933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6851886504596818309/posts/default/243351363507209933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iforidiot.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-i-introducing-myself.html' title='Part I - Introducing Myself ♥'/><author><name>kapeewuzhere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11440801194953836480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwetXggUpVI/AAAAAAAAABw/T-ZHROKNYKU/S220/b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTT9yX2rhBc/SwUSjslniPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qa9MXFclRWA/s72-c/15935_1168018763615_1322311104_30447573_4259667_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
