<?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-481426378471772513</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:35:53.369+07:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='holga'/><category term='SuJu'/><category term='LET&apos;S GO ON A TRIP'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='random creation'/><category term='tv addict'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='quote'/><category term='comm-serv'/><category term='boys'/><category term='ARGH BITCH'/><category term='me myself and I'/><category term='frieends'/><category term='school'/><category term='life'/><category term='poins'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='girls'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='BURRTHDAY'/><category term='family'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='concert'/><category term='MOVIES'/><category term='random posts'/><category term='earth-friendly'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='love-life'/><category term='wish-list'/><title type='text'>never ending summer</title><subtitle type='html'>wish summer never ends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6432217986900957571</id><published>2011-05-29T20:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:39:44.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places to visit before I die.</title><content type='html'>For the past few days the thoughts of 'dying' came across my mind, not in a horrid 'I am hurting and I want to die' kind-of-way. But in a way that, if I would die someday have I done all the things I want to do? Have I visited the places I wanted to visit? Then again, I really don't know where I want to go either. That is why I'm making this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Disney World, Orlando Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I need to describe why, because Disney World is always everyone's dream. I've been dreaming to go there since I was a kid. Disney just kind of stuck to me since I was practically a baby. Learned everything from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Orlando Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where the magic comes alive. Years have I spent, ever since I started reading the book, wondering what butterbeer looks like. Or cauldron cakes, or firewhisky. And now! I can finally find out what it looks like. But if only I can get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Broadway Street, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people wanted to go to New York because it's the capital city of the world, or at least so they have said. But I want to go to New York because my love and fondness of Broadway. Even if I'm from Indonesia, where unfortunately our theater is not as awesome or as interesting as the ones abroad and very under-appreciated, I got to know a few classic broadway from my dad. Then I went searching for myself and I just fell in love with the whole thing. Especially RENT and Spring Awakening. More to that later. If I were in Broadway street, I'd go insane just looking at the posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Nederlander Theater, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building is where they performed RENT for twelve years long. As I've told you before, I'm freaking in love with RENT. This place would be like a shrine for me. I wanted to see the famous 'Wall'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Tarragona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is exotically beautiful. I can't describe it with words, just google it and you know how beautiful the place is. Besides, it's in Catalana and I have always wanted to learn to speak Catalan. The mixture of Spanish and French. it's beautiful indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6432217986900957571?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6432217986900957571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/05/places-to-visit-before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6432217986900957571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6432217986900957571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/05/places-to-visit-before-i-die.html' title='Places to visit before I die.'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8226717638635632793</id><published>2011-03-11T21:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:54:40.933+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>30 shades of dark blue</title><content type='html'>hari ini adalah hari terlaknat.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;karen hari ini gw melaksanakan ujian perbaikan mengukir gigi, sesuai dengan jurusan gw yaitu kedokteran gigi jadi gw harus bisa ngukir gigi. tapi ukiran gigi gw hari ini kacau dan porak poranda, mungkin tahun depan gw harus ikut pphb lagi. karena itulah hari ini laknat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gw udah aman dirumah, lagi tiduran di atas kasur lipat super tipis diatas lantai karena kamar gw sedang dipakai buat kakek nenek gw tidur, sambil mencoba menulis. akhir-akhir ini gw lagi getol banget nulis, terlebih dalam bahasa indonesia. nulis emang hobi gw dari kecil, apapun yang terjadi pasti gw selalu nulis. tapi karena kesibukan akhir-akhir ini menumpuk, hobi menulis itu pun jadi sedikit terlantar...&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya gw liat tweet temen gw, ratri, yang tiba-tibe mention gw dan bilang dia bakal bikin novel dan lagi finishing touch. entah kenapa, gw ngerasa kepanggil banget buat mengikuti jejaknya dia. selama ini gw nulis udah banyak banget cerita. temen-temen gw dari dulu selalu nyuruh gw untuk ngirim cerita gw ke penerbit. ada tiga alasan utama yang bikin gw selalu ga pernah mau ngirim naskah cerita gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;semua cerita gw itu tulisan tangan, rasanya males banget buat ngetik ulang semuanya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;entah kenapa gw slalu ngerasa tulisan gw itu private, butuh gw waktu 4 tahun sebelum akhirnya berani ngepost cerita gw di livejournal/blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;semua tulisan gw dalam bahasa inggris, males banget buat translate semuanya (simply because i cant write in indonesia... seriously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;tapi karena teman gw satu ini niat banget sama novelnya, akhirnya gw pun iseng-iseng mencoba ngirim satu naskah novel kacangan gw ke salah satu penerbit buku yang lumayan terkenal... cuma dalam jangka waktu satu minggu, naskah gw dikembalikan dengan alasan yang sangat simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"naskah anda sangat bagus, tapi sayang sekali kami belum dapat menerima naskah berbahasa inggris maupun asing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yang bikin mengenaskannya lagi, naskah gw itu kayak belum kesentuh sedikitpun. keliatan lecek abis dibaca aja nggak. jadi apa bener penghalang gw cuma karena bahasa aja? karena itulah sekarang gw getol getolnya nulis pakai bahasa indonesia... aneh banget rasanya, beneran deh gak bohong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intinya... mudah-mudahan novel gw selesai cepet (kali ini dalam bahasa indonesia) dan diedit, dikirim, diterima, terbit. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8226717638635632793?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8226717638635632793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-shades-of-dark-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8226717638635632793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8226717638635632793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-shades-of-dark-blue.html' title='30 shades of dark blue'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1507760892176312967</id><published>2011-03-08T08:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:21:03.874+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>bonjour~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;baru buka blog ini dan sadar kalau blog ini sudah sangat terlantar dan tidak terurus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;udah setahun lebih kira-kira nggak buka blog ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;alesannya sebenernya simpel, karena tahun lalu tahun yang super sibuk. awal tahun sampe pertengahan tahun sibuk dengan urusan sekolah seperti: TO UAN, UAN sendiri, terus UAS. Setelah itu, berjuang demi universitas impian yang akhirnya nggak kecapai juga dan harus puas di universitas swasta yang mutunya hampir sama bagusnya tapi jurusan impian pun berubah dari kedokteran jadi kedokteran gigi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mungkin gw akan mulai nulis blog lagi karena i really need a place to write. tahun lalu full banget tulisan gw di post di livejournal, tapi itu cuma cerita-cerita pendek aja. i dont know why, but it felt wrong to write about my almost personal life on lj, tapi kalau di blog ini rasanya bebas-bebas aja. out of trend, gw juga bikin tumblr. that makes it all complete, artinya gw punya myspace, facebook, blogspot, livejournal, twitter dan tumblr. and i conclude something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, it's a place for dying-heart musician. it's for posting musics and videos. trying to strive in the industri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, tadinya itu tempat yang asik buat ngobrol di wall, sharing foto sama temen-temen lo tapi sekarang itu jadi tempat ibu-ibu atau bapak/bapak paruh baya yang mau reunian sama temen sma mereka. akhirnya facebook pun jadi tempat orang tua nge -update status tiap menit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, seperti yang gw bilang, it's a nice and better place to write. to actually pour everything out that had happened to you that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;livejournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, berisikan fandom dan jutaan fangirl (termasuk gw) yang ngepost cerita-cerita fanfic mereka, plus tempat orang-orang design berkarya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;; this is only from MY point of view... twitter itu tempat kita nyampah dengan apapun. awalnya sih buat beropini, tapi sekarang banyak sekali anak labil masuk twitter dan post tweet yang ga terlalu penting seperti 'brb' atau pun ngebash orang yang ga suka dengan idola mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;; basically it's just a place to post artistic photos and typographies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;itu cuma suatu pemikiran yang gw konklusikan setelah gw mencoba bikin dan mencicipi situs-situs jejaring sosial tersebut. inti yang mau gw sampaikan adalah, kalau misalnya gw mau curhat di suatu situs jaring sosial itu yang tidak sesuai dengan kegunaannya pasti aneh rasanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i have got to say... i really miss you, blogpsot. and i will write here as often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1507760892176312967?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1507760892176312967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/03/bonjour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1507760892176312967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1507760892176312967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2011/03/bonjour.html' title='bonjour~'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5198278183994657356</id><published>2009-12-20T17:22:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:58:06.110+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>being 17 is fun. way fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T'WAS MY 17TH BIRTHDAY BASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy3_UEr-tlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RgnDaEI7VYQ/s1600-h/11539_1303869602981_1417716132_826059_7103161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy4CXyOVNNI/AAAAAAAAARI/RKkU7VwHTDs/s400/11539_1303869882988_1417716132_826066_7330131_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417270009415414994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy4Ae0_AaoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EUXd1wWLaXs/s1600-h/11539_1303830882013_1417716132_825946_3353869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy4Ae0_AaoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EUXd1wWLaXs/s320/11539_1303830882013_1417716132_825946_3353869_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417267931392273026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening my birthday present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy4AtnGx0uI/AAAAAAAAARA/AXZLZ57_l8U/s1600-h/11539_1303831442027_1417716132_825958_2254079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy4AtnGx0uI/AAAAAAAAARA/AXZLZ57_l8U/s400/11539_1303831442027_1417716132_825958_2254079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417268185364812514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Junior version B poster, signed by all 13 members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i so love my friends for getting me this from ebay &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my birthday bash, my 17th birthday was the best birthday I've ever had my entire life, and I've spent it with the loveliest people. I love you guys, thank you for coming, I hope you enjoyed the party, and once again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU for the present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5198278183994657356?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5198278183994657356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-17-is-fun-way-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5198278183994657356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5198278183994657356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-17-is-fun-way-fun.html' title='being 17 is fun. way fun'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sy3_UEr-tlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RgnDaEI7VYQ/s72-c/11539_1303869602981_1417716132_826059_7103161_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4218015974713267314</id><published>2009-12-17T07:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:20:49.012+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna bitch-slap someone so bad</title><content type='html'>know what? I haven't felt this angry. like really this pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one who always keep my feelings to myself, those people who's said they've kept their feeling to their selves? Liar. Me. You never hear complaints from me. People always got pissed off, you know? like for other reasons, and they I came in without any issues, and they were all getting pissy at me too. buy you don't see me go pissy at everyone else over my problem, I really really bury it deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can still hold on, I will, until the feeling it self go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's not the real reason. that's just like... intermezzo and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is, I'm so pissed off that I want to kill someone. Like just seeing their faces make me wanna bitch-slap them so bad! Like everything they do, I would go... "wtf you bitch/bastard". No no no, I don't go on like this on everyone, just one person. Like... REALLY ONE PERSON! Honest to god I didn't want it to become like this, to end like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you started with... no reasons. Your reasons aren't strong to start. And everything I do was wrong, yet I gave too much effort on this already, is it not enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I WANNA BITCH SLAP SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;no it's not you adityaaa. calm down hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll say sorry before hand. offended? don't be.&lt;br /&gt;understanding? please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4218015974713267314?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4218015974713267314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-bitch-slap-someone-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4218015974713267314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4218015974713267314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-bitch-slap-someone-so-bad.html' title='i wanna bitch-slap someone so bad'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1657257780042374444</id><published>2009-12-10T17:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:38:09.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH BITCH'/><title type='text'>all my brain wants is: a rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Freaking fucking hate mock tests!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay sorry to barge in and dropped the 'f'-bomb after like... half a year hiatus hahaha. But honestly, being a 12th grade is no fun. It's all business. You study. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have no free time, zero percent fun, and almost to no social life. All you do is practice, memorize, study, study, study, and more study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frankly, I'm tired. I'm at this point where I look fine on the outside, but I'm really tired. If you dissect my head, my brain, it would screamed for time to stop and let it rest for awhile. If I were to study, I could no longer digest whatever it is that Pak Nanang taught me during class. If you ripped out my heart, it would definitely tell you that I'm emotionally exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've tried my very best to study. Like honest to god. But as a normal person, I also wanted to take a break and take these stuffs slow. And I do, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it when people just... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this does NOT apply to everyone, but there are these kinds of species&lt;/span&gt;) rage out when they study. Like really... they just hate it when they dont understand things and get angry, and really really study as if they'll die if they dont. I mean... Hey, you want to study, good for you, but your jitty making me... annoyed! Like for FUCK sakes I want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let my brain rest here!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's their problem and issue anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry if this post offended anyone, by all means, it's just a post, this is a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But really, please... study normaly and dont go over the board. Think of you poor brain. I'm saying this because I love you guys as fellow human :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1657257780042374444?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1657257780042374444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-brain-wants-is-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1657257780042374444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1657257780042374444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-brain-wants-is-rest.html' title='all my brain wants is: a rest'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-123286569654673776</id><published>2009-11-07T06:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:21:59.018+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>love/hate relationship with math...</title><content type='html'>I am in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is math class and Lucifer is now go by the name of Nanang. That is my math teacher. And he&lt;br /&gt;Is a pain in my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what had happened with him. But he sure is annoying as hell. He tried to be this fun and loving math teacher with weird choice of songs. But still he was cool, he jokes a lot. But now? He's pissed off all the time. It's like girls on PMS, everyday. Math is already hard enough, you sure don't need for your to be bitchy like half the time. No, rephrase that, ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate you pak nanang, but I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-123286569654673776?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/123286569654673776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovehate-relationship-with-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/123286569654673776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/123286569654673776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovehate-relationship-with-math.html' title='love/hate relationship with math...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7693545502074648034</id><published>2009-10-07T19:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:39:39.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>If only I could release my book and sell it a million copy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;To make up the lost times.. I'm posting three posts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, just released a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not some kind of teen-ish teen-lit that suck, or a short stories compilation. It's a book. Its well... it was intended to be sort of a clash between japanese games/manga and LOTR. And it's a freaking... trilogy? tetralogy? I dunno, it's 4 books. I got the first one for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend, more likely classmates, is a... well let's just say that he's the one person everybody just LOVE to hate. Because, he's weird. He just is. There's no other nicer way to say it. He's this... guy who wears hoody and stiff and all... "YO" with a very deep voice. And he's just WEIRD! Gawrsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in truth, I really envy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the courage to pusblish his story. I have written tons of strories but I've only gotten the courage to post in livejournal now, after 5 years. How long would it take until I bring it to a publisher. And he must've been really proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me his first copy, for free. I DUNNO WHY! He just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've read it. It's really good. Not great or awesome, but just good. Though, the way he writes so casually really bothers me. But hey, he's good. I really envy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, for real.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7693545502074648034?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7693545502074648034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-i-could-release-my-book-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7693545502074648034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7693545502074648034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-i-could-release-my-book-and.html' title='If only I could release my book and sell it a million copy..'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-634624676960856165</id><published>2009-10-07T18:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:16:54.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If given another chance to spend a second time living this world. How would you have done it? How would you have preferred it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you change everything, re-do every action, every steps, every decisions you've already made into the better ones? Or would you have rather not change a thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-634624676960856165?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/634624676960856165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-given-another-chance-to-spend-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/634624676960856165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/634624676960856165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-given-another-chance-to-spend-second.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1574369203679183404</id><published>2009-10-07T18:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:32:02.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>Korean Wave Sucks</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, since the beginning of this year, this thing called or known as the K-Pop wave is really invading the world. And it's really bugging me!!!! Okay, I'm not going to be a hypocrite, I like Korean wave, I'm a victim of Korean wave. I love the bands, from Super Junior to F.T. Island. I knew them all, I know the lyrics inside out from their songs. But really, I really hate it when people who just knew about these stuffs suddenly like claiming they knew it first. It always happens and it annoys me! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like sharing this side of me, but really it's annoying. Especially that people who like them now (and being so crazy about it, like hell you can't believe) are the people who called me freaks two years ago when I started liking them. -___- supper annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they called me freaks back then, actually, you know, when nobody even know who Super Junior is (except Katie, Nabila, etc). I never went all out calling them my 'husband' or until now, I've posted about them only twice. I never wrote "OMFG I LOVE THEM SO EFFING MUCH!" or... bragging about them. So... why? They all did it! They're supposed to call themselves freaks then. Well, anyway, K-Wave is only a phase. Like the Japanese waves back then. I hope it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo here I am being my 16 years old self, bickering. Makes me look really shallow. But hell, I'm a highschool kid, I'm supposed to be shallow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;ciao bello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1574369203679183404?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1574369203679183404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/korean-wave-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1574369203679183404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1574369203679183404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/korean-wave-sucks.html' title='Korean Wave Sucks'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4619718065766298642</id><published>2009-09-02T18:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:34:22.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>being sirened out of the building gave me the creep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OH MY GOD THERE WAS AN EARTHQUAKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm telling you it was very scary. I was at ITC to buy my little sister a new cellphone cos hers was busted and I wanted to buy dvds too. It was just an ordinary day. I was weighing my options which dvd I should buy... whining at my mom to buy me a silicone for my blackberry... thinking that I should order a fried duck for my lunch. It was just normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And then I was at the cellphone store/kiosk thingymajig and my mom were trying to get the lower, cheapest price. When suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dugudugudug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A turbulance? Hmm.. maybe it's the machine downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dugudugudug dugudugudug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hmm? Is it me or it's getting faster? Ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;DUGUDUGUDUG DUGUDUGUDUG! (everything was shaking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EARTHQUAKE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; somebody screamed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;everyone raaaaaaaaaaaaan out of the building. I ran as hard as I could and I realized my mom was missing!!! I ran back and grabbed both her and my sister out of the building. I stopped when I was outside. People running from upstairs, pratically terrified, scared. There was a sirene and such! It was chaotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It was terrifying... thank god my mom was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What I don't get, people were actually excited about this. They said: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh, wow, my first earthquake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! This is my second. First I was at my house. It's not fun because it was scary my chandelier were swaying hard, I couldn't stand straight. This time I was being sirened OUT of the building. ITC is being closed down today. Oh wow. It was scary -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I'm glade everyone is save. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;CIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4619718065766298642?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4619718065766298642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-sirened-out-of-building-gave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4619718065766298642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4619718065766298642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-sirened-out-of-building-gave-me.html' title='being sirened out of the building gave me the creep...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5063292784586030193</id><published>2009-08-31T17:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:45:44.386+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I love to tweet away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ello tweeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I am addicted to Twitter! Like everybody else are too. But it's fun! People are addicted to omegle, omeagle(?) now, but I don't think it's fun... It's creepy! Meeting people, unknown people online! Omg, it's just... creepy! What if they're like freaks or sex addicts?? Okay, exaggerating, waaaaay exaggerating. But I still find it a hella creepy. The whole deal about online live is not knowing people but atleast on livejournal they wont turn as creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I'm now active on lj! I'm starting to post fanfics and what-not and loving it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tweeting and LJ-ing makes me happy, chipper and a happy camper! Yeay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt;, FINALLY. It has been on my list for months but I always forget to pick it up on my way to the bookstores (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always ended up with comics -__-" what a child&lt;/span&gt;). I have only read like... few pages and it's already really good. It's very intriguing and well written, very light for starters. Hope I can finish it soon. I'll tell you all about it when I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5063292784586030193?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5063292784586030193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-to-tweet-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5063292784586030193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5063292784586030193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-to-tweet-away.html' title='I love to tweet away'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-958807059781818129</id><published>2009-08-28T16:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:31:36.778+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>I'm fasting and I'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my god my beloved blog is completely deserted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm sorry blog, but I have been busy because this is my senior year and I have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't know why I am not in the mood of creating something. I've stopped every hobby that I have all of the sudden with no reason as soon as I entered senior year. I have stopped drawing, reading, and now writing. Which is the worst! I loved writing, it's my life basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But... I don't know. There is nothing that can get me write. Nothing to motivate me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely not my love life. It's up and down the hill. Maybe I should just let it go? I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys tend to hold on too tight? Like WAAAAAY too tight. I'm talking about guys specifically in Indonesia. Or maybe it's just the things that only happen to me and my friends. They couldn't let us be. We can't have summer fling and then end it just like that with no string attached (which means: the whole deal doesn't mean anything) and then come back to reality because they'll get pissed off and such lalaalalaa. I can't see my friends who happened to be a guy, just because it'll make him jealous. Argh... seriously... it's... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANNOYING &lt;/span&gt;that's what it is!&lt;br /&gt;sorry ended up yammering about unimportant things.&lt;br /&gt;but hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M STILL ALIVE! YEAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-958807059781818129?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/958807059781818129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fasting-and-im-going-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/958807059781818129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/958807059781818129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fasting-and-im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m fasting and I&apos;m going crazy'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-62486319647823892</id><published>2009-08-21T19:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:40:52.675+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'>Dear guy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I still love you after all these times... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where are you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-62486319647823892?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/62486319647823892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/62486319647823892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/62486319647823892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-guy.html' title='Dear guy,'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8119239242854170935</id><published>2009-08-20T20:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:34:11.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder... If we were to meet in other circumstances, would we love each other more than now?&lt;br /&gt;Would we care about smaller things? Would you carry food for me? To hold my hands all day long, letting me rest my head when I'm sleepy. Be sorry that you think you can't make me happy, even though I already was?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a norse god, you just have to make me happy. Is it that hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;I wish things were different for us back then, maybe I'd be happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8119239242854170935?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8119239242854170935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8119239242854170935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8119239242854170935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5014589339843439306</id><published>2009-08-12T17:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:28:08.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>you're a view years overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know when you listen to one song over and over again because you really like it that it becomes your life soundtrack? I mean, it happens a lot to me. That if I listen to a song, a certain song, over and over again, when I listen to it after awhile had past I would remember what happened back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking sense? No, okay, maybe I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share about this weird thing about me. But it happens a lot. Like back when I was in junior high, I was crazy about this guy. We shared the same homeroom, we did the drama class together. And I was crazy about One Tree Hill at the time. So all I listened to was Gavin DeGraw, Get Up Kids, and what-not. And now, if I listen to those songs again, all I remember is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his sweet scent of axe, the red drapes in the theater, the mess we caused backstage, the fact that his best friend knew, the fact that I was so madly in love back then it hurts... the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And when I listen to some Travis or... Linkin Park I remembered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the first time I moved to a new school, how only the guys were nice to me and the girls scolded me, the fact that I hate going to school, the fact that I was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't know WHY, but I just do. And yes, that detailed. Is it weird? Probably people had this thing too, I don't know. Sometimes it bothers me. Because there are things that I just want to forget and yet I'm always reminded with a simple thing as song. But on the other side, I'm glad that those songs recorded some memories that I tend to forget.  It's just that I hate the feeling in my stomach every time a memory floods in with a song. It's like a butterfly flying inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;well, I am talking NONSENSE, sorry to waste your time. I just want to share. Because a sweet memory just re-appeared out of nowhere because I listened to Travis' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Love Will Come Through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5014589339843439306?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5014589339843439306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-view-years-overdue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5014589339843439306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5014589339843439306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-view-years-overdue.html' title='you&apos;re a view years overdue'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4880704733368212088</id><published>2009-08-08T08:15:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:52:46.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>a memory is definitely built to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME TO JAVAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAND 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well it's not as good as Rock United (nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;g is ever going to compare to that memory!!), but it was hella goood!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The thing about concerts like these is that you don't really know the bands, you barely know the acts, but as you were there, experiencing the whole thing, savoring the whole moment, you'll learn that you will love a few bands in time. It's always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ANYWAY, today's highlight act:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mêlée &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTu_3g6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rzAmJOvldnA/s1600-h/IMG00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTu_3g6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rzAmJOvldnA/s200/IMG00253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429077742879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTal-CaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5m60gxmX1UE/s1600-h/IMG00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTal-CaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5m60gxmX1UE/s200/IMG00286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429072265546146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTIHs4zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QxsAWpN-zOA/s1600-h/IMG00279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTIHs4zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QxsAWpN-zOA/s200/IMG00279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429067306754866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwS6PoOGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GvaV_NUC8_k/s1600-h/IMG00278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwS6PoOGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GvaV_NUC8_k/s200/IMG00278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429063581907042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for the crappy quality, I took it out of my handphone since my friends forgot to bring camera(s). So these are me with my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzywE74t8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/npqdXJCylfc/s1600-h/IMG00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzywE74t8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/npqdXJCylfc/s200/IMG00251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431763691354050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Snz489pYHEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HyFxOMRNops/s1600-h/IMG00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Snz489pYHEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/HyFxOMRNops/s200/IMG00255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438582142737474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sn4p0jAfMNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CeosNP7SfpA/s1600-h/IMG00289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sn4p0jAfMNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CeosNP7SfpA/s200/IMG00289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773788599431378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sn4rdjehgSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DNDnFLkUGo8/s1600-h/IMG00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sn4rdjehgSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DNDnFLkUGo8/s320/IMG00261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367775592611676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes WE ARE NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;FUCKING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFRAID~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4880704733368212088?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4880704733368212088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory-is-definitely-built-to-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4880704733368212088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4880704733368212088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory-is-definitely-built-to-last.html' title='a memory is definitely built to last'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SnzwTu_3g6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rzAmJOvldnA/s72-c/IMG00253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3644155770201303444</id><published>2009-08-05T17:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:08:48.367+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>what would cure me is a tub of karamel sutra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I posted my first fanfic on livejournal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is kind of a huge deal for me. I've always wanted to do this thing. But it's just that my stories were just never good enough. They sucks -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I mean, my friends liked them. They kept telling me to post it somewhere. One even said that if I ain't going to post it soon, she'll do it for me. But my stories are like... a book long she got tired just reading it. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So anyway.. I posted it on Miracle community. It's the place for those kind of fanfics. I finally have the nerves!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I didn't get bashed. nor whatsoever... and I got good reviews. They asked for a sequel. Yeay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay this maybe not important, but I'm proud, I got ZERO confidence. So this is... yeah, awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;on the other side... I'm hella sick. Like literally SICK. I even got the swine disease symptoms written all over me. (BUT IT'S NOT, YEAAAH). It's just common flu and sore throat. But it sucks to be so sick. Definitely on my friends' birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;a href="http://teamocesc.blogspot.com/"&gt;ANGGIE&lt;/a&gt;, NAOMI, &lt;a href="http://what-a-day-journal.blogspot.com/"&gt;SCILLAA&lt;/a&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU(s) FULL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;-----&gt; I wrote that on behalf of mbah surip, may he RIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3644155770201303444?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3644155770201303444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-would-cure-me-is-tub-of-karamel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3644155770201303444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3644155770201303444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-would-cure-me-is-tub-of-karamel.html' title='what would cure me is a tub of karamel sutra...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6414462937981915119</id><published>2009-08-04T17:48:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:01:54.252+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>mommy, mommy, I have a cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow twerps, I haven't written anything in awhile. I'm busy with school. Not that I'm in any club or anything, but yes, as a good 12th grade, I HAVE to study hard. Since my school have this... thing. That the classes are being divided or arranged by our grades. So yeah, basically, in the most mildest way, they're telling us which people are SUPER smart and which people are... well dumb. But hey, I don't really mind that, in my opinion it's just not right. So I have to study, to keep up my grades so I won't be moved to IPA C (I am now in IPA B).  So that is why I have not yet touch my computer in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anywaaay... this is what I'm addicted to now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SngYhILoOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YZWB2dI6guU/s1600-h/coffee_art_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SngYhILoOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YZWB2dI6guU/s200/coffee_art_31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366065913422952770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SngaXZA6GbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5-0c6HruGDs/s1600-h/coffee_art_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SngaXZA6GbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5-0c6HruGDs/s200/coffee_art_38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366067945165953458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sngbn39y00I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ObliuXZugu8/s1600-h/coffee_art_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sngbn39y00I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ObliuXZugu8/s200/coffee_art_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366069327863927618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes sirree.. Latte art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's basically pouring a milk into a shot of espresso, then creating a pattern on the surface of the latte. Can be done by simply just pouring or etching it. People doing this thing are called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Baristas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh how I want to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Barista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. But I guess it's hard, huh? There are coffee shops now that open courses on latte art. People actually took this thing seriously, there are world-wide contest for this. It's kind of cool, actually. I've seen how to make it, seemed very easy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a very BAAAAAD cold... people around me are to blame. nose... GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6414462937981915119?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6414462937981915119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy-mommy-i-have-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6414462937981915119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6414462937981915119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy-mommy-i-have-cold.html' title='mommy, mommy, I have a cold...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SngYhILoOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YZWB2dI6guU/s72-c/coffee_art_31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3422228949132957817</id><published>2009-08-01T19:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:01:31.641+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>loving the boys from boyce avenue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6eb10d2ada452adc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6eb10d2ada452adc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331344167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41D338AB1A78E22A3C2A8FE5F632FB24D4F583B1.604A7FE91E7E7CDA2768D559BB075AF0436003FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6eb10d2ada452adc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoUeF-vJrJyJ3KLTXsOb_yV4pYSI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6eb10d2ada452adc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331344167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41D338AB1A78E22A3C2A8FE5F632FB24D4F583B1.604A7FE91E7E7CDA2768D559BB075AF0436003FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6eb10d2ada452adc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoUeF-vJrJyJ3KLTXsOb_yV4pYSI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need I say more?? I'm getting obsessed by the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3422228949132957817?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6eb10d2ada452adc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3422228949132957817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-boys-from-boyce-avenue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3422228949132957817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3422228949132957817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-boys-from-boyce-avenue.html' title='loving the boys from boyce avenue!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7842757393844261182</id><published>2009-08-01T06:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:57:44.143+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i love the guy in the pink shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my oh my, I haven't write anything for five days, I think that must've been a record for me. *chuckles* I wanted to write something, but I just can't seem to find anything to write. It's like a writer's block. I mean surely every time I went to my classes, there's just something I wanted to write. But never do I find the right words. So that is why I haven't updated for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tons of things do happened. Like per se... my grandparent's house got robbed. that sounded like a serious matter, but I mean it's their own fault anyway for being so careless. They're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;home, and they trust people too easy, not like we can't trust anyone. But they can talk to some random people once and they suddenly trust them. yeah, probably now you shouldn't lend your keys to random people gramps. Three rolex were stolen, at least that's just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just to name a few things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends yesterday which seems like it had been a looong time since we last did something together! My god, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day yesterday (except being with my best friends):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE'S A ZHOU MI LOOKALIKE! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if he was wearing a pink shirt, he looks hella hawt! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7842757393844261182?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7842757393844261182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-guy-in-pink-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7842757393844261182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7842757393844261182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-guy-in-pink-shirt.html' title='i love the guy in the pink shirt'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1044811149069545815</id><published>2009-07-27T18:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:40:50.593+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>and then hansel said to gretel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just went to the bookstore today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I need to catch up with my readings. After dating my current boyfriend I never read books anymore. And I used to love books very much. I still do. Books are really fun, every time I buy a new one, I'd be sticking my nose into the pages for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it were really good. I'd forget to eat, sleep, take shower (t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his happens only during vacation or weekends&lt;/span&gt;). I could be really hardcore if I wanted to. Actually I finished most of Harry Potter books and Twilight series within days (as in less than 4 days), 'The Diary of Adrian Mole' within 6 to 8 hours. So... yeah, that's just how bad it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say? It's really fun to read. Don't you get the feeling it's as if you're inside the book, a part of the story every time yo read? I especially just love the smell of the pages of books, not so much if the book's old. It's just the excitement and the challenge to finish it as fast as I could. So anyways, need to buy new ones &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(as soon as I finish my 'Peter Pan').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually stick with the oldies, the classic ones. Steinbeck and Mitch Albom are the bests you know? They just really inspires me somehow. Nicholas Spark is also good since I'm a sucker of sappy stories. Others like A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lice in Wonderland, Wind of the Willows&lt;/span&gt; are also my type of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED TO BUY QUICK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Travelers Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1044811149069545815?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1044811149069545815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-hansel-said-to-gretel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1044811149069545815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1044811149069545815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-hansel-said-to-gretel.html' title='and then hansel said to gretel...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5382337966799163101</id><published>2009-07-27T18:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:15:38.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>life should be about something more important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk tsk, people don't appreciate other people's opinion anymore. *shaking head*. It's a free country, a free world, so my opinion is free to be told :S Stupidos. And it's over unimportant matter too. Why is it that people care more about these so called idols more than things that actually matered you know? I write bad things about Taylor Hicks and I got bashed, I mean... Hello! The thing was like in 2005 and it doesn't even matter if I like him or not (I DON'T, not one bit... I dispise him) and then people calling me stupid and I should grow a brain. Hmm... maybe if they grow brains themselves, they should care about the environment more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing I don't get from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they bash others like that? Okay this is like completely out of my own posts being bash, cos please that doesn't matter anyway, I don't really care. But I watched videos on youtube and people like to bash a lot don't they? Especially if other people like things different than them. Or at least just by having an opinion! It's like... that's SO WRONG. God created humans with brains and hearts so they can feel and think---&gt; meaning they have their own opinion on things. So why is it that something as simple as writing our opinion on youtube causing us to get bash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's one thing if it were racist comments or rude with sexual contents, THAT I understand completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I don't know, people nowadays are just weird. Hey, I'm weird too, so we're just the same. Though as I recall I never bash people. I think. I'm pretty open-minded. I'm REALLY open-minded, or so have I been told. Then again, I'm not gonna get big-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, people are different. So if I hurt anyone, sorry. But no disrespect, people who bash... you're weird. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5382337966799163101?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5382337966799163101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-should-be-about-something-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5382337966799163101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5382337966799163101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-should-be-about-something-more.html' title='life should be about something more important'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4734108008322663258</id><published>2009-07-26T16:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:19:58.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>eating till you can't anymore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went out eating with my friends in order to celebrate my bestfriend's, Echol, birthday at Sambara Cipete. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually order waaay more than we were capable to eat. When we ordered, we were grouped into a group of four. My group consists of: Echol, Adit, Indra, &amp;amp; I. Oh my GAWD, our orders were like... a mountain of foods! So we were really full. Till now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the waiters &amp;amp; waitress came with gendang and anklung, singing 'Selamat Ulang Tahun'! It was uberfun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4734108008322663258?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4734108008322663258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eating-till-you-cant-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4734108008322663258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4734108008322663258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eating-till-you-cant-anymore.html' title='eating till you can&apos;t anymore'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4082823184800071310</id><published>2009-07-26T08:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:57:22.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>a penny for my thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You know what? There are things that's been bugging me like ever since it happened you know???! Like it's haunting me and annoying me, it's just not right! Like, per se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The winner of American Idol season 5 should've been someone else and NOT Taylor Hicks, seeing that his voice is awful and performances are sucky. It should've been Daughtry. And the top two should've been Elliott Yamin &amp;amp; Chris Daughtry. Why was anybody else blind that moment?? It was THEM who sold more records in the end, not Hicks and McPhee who got kicked out from their labels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did they have to kicked Hillary Burton &amp;amp; Chad M. Murray from One Tree Hill? They're like the MAIN character, it wouldn't be OTH without them, actually, without Lucas Scott. Wasn't the show about Lucas trying to strive for the world? Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I HA&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TE BBF! Oh my god, it's like... the pandemic nowadays. I've watched it, but I wasn't like.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh my god, marry me Kim Bum'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unlike everybody else who had watched them. I think me and my friends are still like in the normal phase. But other people were like... I don't know, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMPUNG TAU GA SIH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's like Meteor Garden all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate people who are like... they just found things recently, like say... music or new fandom, while I already knew all about it YEARS before, but they act like "Oh, I knew it better and longer than you, I'm like the ultimate fans," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;WTF??? HELLOOOO&lt;/span&gt;. I so hate it when people do that. I mean like Jason Mraz, nobody likes him up untill '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;' and now he's like everyone's favorite, Plain White T's are also the same case. People like diss and tease me for like Korean music back then, and now?? They're all over BBF and Super Junior. Pfft, hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that I've studied for 12 years, with hardwork and tons of dedication means nothing because if I don't pass national exam I don't graduate, no matter like how good I am daily during those 12 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4082823184800071310?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4082823184800071310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/penny-for-my-thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4082823184800071310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4082823184800071310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/penny-for-my-thought.html' title='a penny for my thought'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5009145163187599021</id><published>2009-07-24T17:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:22:36.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"And the little prince said to the man, 'Grownups never understand anything for themselves, and it tiresome for children to be always explaining things to them.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#917a35;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-family:Arial;color:#917a35;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5009145163187599021?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5009145163187599021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-little-prince-said-to-man-grownups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5009145163187599021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5009145163187599021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-little-prince-said-to-man-grownups.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4882389378677608346</id><published>2009-07-24T16:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:10:30.891+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I need my medication~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Things that had happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons started today for two hours and the teachers turned out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons started today and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't understand a thing at all...&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People from '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misbud&lt;/span&gt;' (it's the thing my school did every year, sending people to show off our culture) are back today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MISS YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit pissed off with the fact that my friends are too caught up missing their old class and friends instead of being hyped up because we are NOW in a same class. Because I AM, sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOS ended today, disappointingly. Mine was a lot better, it as really fun. But there was a rocket and water-balloon fight to keep the tradition alive, so it was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Yos came briefly telling us he's getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tara went off because she found out Tono is teaching us, yeah, up yours, T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;But so far, the sum up of the day was pretty okaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4882389378677608346?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4882389378677608346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-my-medication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4882389378677608346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4882389378677608346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-my-medication.html' title='I need my medication~'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1575268066340937932</id><published>2009-07-23T16:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:13:33.378+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>durudung durudung durudung.. HA! PEPSIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know the most idiotic yet so fun in it's own way and makes you really jumpy kind of game???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch out! It's... PEPSIMAAAAAAAAAAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg2sbrJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V44Ba_xszM4/s1600-h/cm_pepsiman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg2sbrJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V44Ba_xszM4/s320/cm_pepsiman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361595493355476082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG, it's like... it has been ages since I even see it! And it's back to haunt me. It's about a man who turns into super hero by drinking PEPSI (like.. duh) and then will die if didn't get to a pepsi vending machine on time -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hey, it's FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1575268066340937932?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1575268066340937932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/durudung-durudung-durudung-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1575268066340937932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1575268066340937932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/durudung-durudung-durudung-ha.html' title='durudung durudung durudung.. HA! PEPSIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg2sbrJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V44Ba_xszM4/s72-c/cm_pepsiman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5790391819792608966</id><published>2009-07-23T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:19:37.926+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>what a hot hot day....</title><content type='html'>As you all know, there is one girl in Indonesia who's being over-exposed, like totally over. And it's Manohara.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly she's this young girl at the age of 17, which is as old as yours truly me, who married a sultan from kelantan teuku fachry. And the end she got badly beaten and suffered from abuse from the sultan. At least that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;And when she got back to Indonesia after running away at the airport from her husband, she was all the talk and craze her. She said she suffered, mentally and physically. But then she went to a lot of medias. &lt;br /&gt;That made me think everything is just a major B!&lt;br /&gt;And she has her own sinetron with her name on it. And it sucks big time!! Like nobody acts well and it's too overacted :s And the special effects are just waaaaay too lame.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa itu masih laku jugaa? Karena taste orang Indonesia cukup aneh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5790391819792608966?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5790391819792608966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hot-hot-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5790391819792608966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5790391819792608966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hot-hot-day.html' title='what a hot hot day....'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1813875946555136666</id><published>2009-07-22T17:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:37:24.125+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>so much for senior year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY IS MY FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan tepatnya hari ini juga adalah hari pertama mos. Dan MOS juga sangat mengecewakan... hh.. apakah cuma sampe angkatan gw kah yang merasakan penderitaan dapet teriakan-teriakan dari kakak-kakak paskibra yang amat sangat serem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kayaknya dulu waktu mau makan aja, nyampe kantin itu udah grasak-grusuk super ketakutan, makan harus tegap sambil senyum ga boleh sisa, sambil ditakut2in pula. Ga sempet tuh yang namanya cari tempat, langsung duduk aja, berharap ada cowo yang mau duduk sama gw. Tapi itu seru lho, maksudnya: jadi satu kenangan yang bener-bener tercap di kepala gw dan ga akan gw lupain seumur hidup gw. Apalagi masa-masa push-up ditengah terik matahari yang sampe bikin gw pengen pingsan dan tangan/lutut gw melepuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okaay, emang kedengarannya cukup sadis. Tapi kayaknya semua sekolah hampir sesadis itu kok. Atau malah lebih sadis. Tapi seenggaknya kalo disekolah gw yaa cukup berhenti disaat itu ajaa. Ga kayak sekolah yang lain yang akhirnya berkepanjangan jadi bully fisik. Cih, ga jaman ahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi itu sangat amat bikin gw dan yang lain respek sama orang-orang sekitar. Maksudnya bukan dalam 'senioritas' atau sebagainya, tapi secara... to another human being. Kita respek karena itu memang sudah seharusnya. Dan seenggaknya dengan waktu MOS angkatan gw digeber abis dengan paskib dan table manner, kita jadi tau gimana caranya biar lebih tertib. DAn sekali lagi memorinya bener-bener banyaak. Waktu itu mentor gw baiiiiiik bgt, namanya Kak Aida &amp;amp; Basta. nyeeeh baiknya ga ketolong. Tambah banyak deh memorinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekarang... disuruh baris-berbaris aja lama, males bgt. Udah gitu makannya enaaak banget, super santai tanpa dikentongin piring sebelah kuping. Atau dibentak didepan muka. Aduh... kenapa sih sekolah melembek gini. Jadi kesel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalo ada yang mau bilang gw nulis hal ini karena gw iri. Yaa emang gw iri. Kenapa mereka lembek bgt. Tapi mereka ga bakal ngerasain hasilnya sendiri dari MOS gw yang keras dan tertib itu. Tapi yaudahlaah yaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Senior Year~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sumpah yaaa, gw ngebayangin senior year gw bakal sangat waow. Mungkin karena abis nonton High School Musical 3 (btw... guru-guru juga sudah mulai memakai film ini untuk menggambarkan keadaan-keadaan yang mereka harapkan), jadi harapan gw terlali membumbung tinggi. Tapi ternyata, jadi kelas 12 itu, ga seenak yang dibayangin. Malah takut duluan gara-gara hari pertama udah diingetin berapa banyak try out yang bakal dihadapin. Dan seberapa tinggi SKL tahun ini. Oh iya, btw, Try Out pertama itu Desember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULANG TAHUN GW!! MY SWEET 17!! ARGH NOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan ternyata gw sekelas dengan pacar gw tercinta. Itu sangat amat.... yang pasti gak menyenangkan. Emang sih waktu pertama kali tau gw seneng. Tapi kalo dipikir-pikir dan dirasain... ga segitunya juga. Malah gw agak risih dengan keberadaannya. Karena gw jadi agak kaku bergerak. Udah gituuu, gw sekelas pula dengan sahabat baik gw Edsel. Dan cinta segitiga pun dimulaaai (or so Erlangga says, tapi nggak kok dit, love you!!). Tapi keadaan kelas gw cukup enak kook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH IYA! Gw tahun ini, naik tingkat. Jadi IPA B, yaitu IPA II. Sebelumnya gw di IPA D, yaitu IPA III. Jadiiii, jerih payah dan keringat gw sangat amat terbayar dengan membanggakan :D karena gw naik. Walaupun hampir smua, kecuali beberapa orang, temen gw turun smua ke kelas yang lebih... hm.. rendah, tapi boleh dong gw berbangga sedikit karena udah bisa naik? Artinya kemampuan gw meningkat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Semoga aja tahun terakhir gw di sekolah yang udah gw tempati selama 6 tahun ini, yaitu SMA Al-Izhar Pondok Labu,  ga sia sia. Doain gw bisa lulus yaa ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CIAO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo ahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1813875946555136666?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1813875946555136666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-senior-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1813875946555136666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1813875946555136666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-senior-year.html' title='so much for senior year'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3993702087136574184</id><published>2009-07-20T13:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:33:37.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The one where Hedwig's drunk and Hermione's high...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is probably like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST momen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; during my 1m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;onth and somewhat days vacation. This is the best moment!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7Iiuq4nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Cbx2U96DOdM/s1600-h/6096_103082438380_699843380_2076682_3073283_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7Iiuq4nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Cbx2U96DOdM/s320/6096_103082438380_699843380_2076682_3073283_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361600374332121714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kieran and his weird pose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It all started when my cousin Vanka was like asking me to sleepover with all of the cousins at Tante Feli's house, it was located at Sentul. And instantly I was like..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell are you going to do in sentul anyway?&lt;/span&gt;" because my grandparents reside there, and I know, Sentul is' like a boring place. Also, I've experience a view sleepover with more than 4 people, it always ended up us crumpled in a couple of rooms, three rooms tops. So I wasn't really looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7Q3XfE1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/P_P9CJmeXvo/s1600-h/6096_103082283380_699843380_2076654_2420717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7Q3XfE1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/P_P9CJmeXvo/s200/6096_103082283380_699843380_2076654_2420717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361600517310976850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;everyone minus Kieran&amp;amp; Tama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;But boy wasn't I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The so called house turned out to be this... villa which belongs to BNI. No, it was more like a HOTEL! It has 10 freakin' bedrooms. Honestly. Oh my, it's so FUN! We stayed up till midnight and such just to play 'Pepsiman'. I played games that I never knew exists because Mira always like try to invent new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7shzS-bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aaq1wOL5Vhc/s1600-h/6096_103082353380_699843380_2076667_7675263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7shzS-bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aaq1wOL5Vhc/s200/6096_103082353380_699843380_2076667_7675263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361600992558381490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me doing the flying-fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, yeah by the way, there were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vanka, Suka, Mira, Fara, Kieran, Tama, Rhony, Dhony, Katya and yours truly ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg8IPPX_gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6gk4mHOZNrQ/s1600-h/6096_103082428380_699843380_2076680_4000176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg8IPPX_gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6gk4mHOZNrQ/s200/6096_103082428380_699843380_2076680_4000176_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361601468612214274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Playing Cluedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh boy wasn't it fun. Like you can't believe. Dhonny would be like screaming every now and then like.. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" just for no reason, he's like jumpy. Mira would be like: "What movie?" all the time, she likes to play guess the movie line and charades, and she's very cheery. Ooh we played aliby, and then things would get ugly. Haha. And Rhonny would just sit there cos he's Hedwig. ooh it was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3993702087136574184?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3993702087136574184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-where-hedwigs-drunk-and-hermiones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3993702087136574184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3993702087136574184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-where-hedwigs-drunk-and-hermiones.html' title='The one where Hedwig&apos;s drunk and Hermione&apos;s high...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Smg7Iiuq4nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Cbx2U96DOdM/s72-c/6096_103082438380_699843380_2076682_3073283_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3480286707408581037</id><published>2009-07-17T22:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:23:18.273+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tick... tick... BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!</title><content type='html'>How is it possible that three bombs went off today at approximately the same time? Two in buildings that are close too each other (Ritz Carlton &amp; JW Marriott). One in Muara Angke. And the question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these years, five years to be exact, of living peacefully and in harmony, free of bombs and terrorist. I mean I get that back then the modus was about the jihad thingy (which is super silly and stupid way to do jihad), but what is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because of the election that just happened last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was it worth it? (NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were killed, even more were seriously injured. Indonesia is definitely back with the sign "TRAVEL WARNING" plastered on our face. The team Manchester United who was supposed to stay in one of the hotels are definitely 99% not coming. The provider '3' certainly has certainly lost a huge amount of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Indonesia is back on the downhill side of the earth economically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolesence to people who were killed and injured, and their family. &lt;br /&gt;And also the people who had bought tickets to the MU game.&lt;br /&gt;BE STRONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3480286707408581037?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3480286707408581037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/tick-tick-boom-boom-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3480286707408581037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3480286707408581037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/tick-tick-boom-boom-boom.html' title='tick... tick... BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3235994913677134446</id><published>2009-07-17T22:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:09:28.918+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>gone, yet never forgotton..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I regretted not crying at my grandfather's funeral. I didn't shed a single tear. Not a single one. I was so young at the time. Old enough to know that he's not visiting somewhere and never coming back, I know he passed away. But young enough to feel nothing when I knew he died, leaving me forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was 11 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;He was sick for a very long time. He suffered from a lung cancer. So every penny that we had, we have to spend it for his medications, treatments and such. But he wasn't getting any better. And I was so upset that we didn't have any spare money to spend with and I had to miss a concert. Fuck was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I cried every time I think about him. Every time his name crossed my mind. I miss him deeply. I regretted even blaming the fact that he's sick for the reason I can't attend the concert, fuck it was only a concert! I regretted that I couldn't do anything to save him, even if I knew there are nothing I could, being that young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know he loves me still in spite of everything. I love him and I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3235994913677134446?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3235994913677134446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-yet-never-forgotton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3235994913677134446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3235994913677134446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-yet-never-forgotton.html' title='gone, yet never forgotton..'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8564307358785433461</id><published>2009-07-17T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:01:32.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>why is the music so loud?!</title><content type='html'>Hellooo bellooo people!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been about.... About four months? Five months? and I need to make few changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using domokun since I started writing blog. Sooo I changed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it?? No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT, LIVE WITH IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8564307358785433461?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8564307358785433461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-music-so-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8564307358785433461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8564307358785433461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-music-so-loud.html' title='why is the music so loud?!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8835717706511642111</id><published>2009-07-15T17:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:24:03.254+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>i ask my sister to be serious but she cant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at this point being, there are approximately, more or less, 6,470,818,671 people walking and living in earth. At least there are, quoting on Peyton Sawyer. Those people are so different in so many ways. No matter how alike they may seem, or how people tends to classify themselves or even others. We're different in our own ways. Special in our own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if we were to be classified according to the stereotypes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This often happens in High school. High school, is the best and the worst 4 years of anybody's life. It'll make you or it'll break you. Those are the days when you experiment things, trying to find yourself. There will be kids wearing raggedy clothes smoking joints on the back of the school building. Jocks and cheerleaders would domain every single surface of the school. Geeks will be on some corner with their Star Trek conversation, and kids with weird hair, black eyeliners, black clothes, black... practically everything will be all moody and want to kill themselves will be on the other. And then all of them will be dissing each other and making comments of how awesome their own group is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But really even when you're in a same group of course you also have different views, thoughts, and visions. Like... take example in High School Musical 3 (baaaad example), Troy and Chad are in the same clique, your average jocks, but one wanted to be the all national basketball champ and the other wanted to pursue his theater dreams. It happens all the time really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my school, my friends. We hung out together for nearly six years, slept together, ate together. But we just can't help it if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a kid who really break all the genre in music and movies, never really have to be specific in things. That include boys! Loves basketball and korean music now. I think that smoking kills so are drugs, and tattoos are cool. But hey, I tolerate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;while... my bestfriend Naila also can't help it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's a very girly girl, loves to wear make up and heels, you know the drill. Cry easily and very bubbly. She's a bit frigid but makes exception when it comes to her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It shouldn't matter much if other people have another thought that really clashes ours. It's normal. It doesn't matter if one decided to turn into drugs (it's still wrong though) or if one decided they like things you don't like. After all it makes us HUMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* my theory does not apply on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME &lt;/span&gt;people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8835717706511642111?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8835717706511642111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-this-point-being-there-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8835717706511642111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8835717706511642111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-this-point-being-there-are.html' title='i ask my sister to be serious but she cant'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7712786948339211723</id><published>2009-07-13T17:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:23:02.339+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv addict'/><title type='text'>once you've gone, you'll never turn back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SCARED FOR LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that image which horrifies me oh so damn much that I just watched this afternoon, because it's way too... gross, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's a cutting of a tongue!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching CSI, and then, well probably they've already shown it on tv because I'm just a bit left behind on everything I used to watch. But anyway. The episode is about how these victims; yes there more than one victims, there were four; died in a same way. None of them had consumed enough drugs to overdose them, but yet there they were lying in the coroner's office. CSIs and coroners indicated that maybe it was caused either by drugs, infection, or pathogen. And after they checked the victim's brain tissue, they know it's caused by rabies. Transferred from syringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they came to this tattoo parlor which is a very common place to have syringe. Oh god... the first scene was shown was a guy, who's tongue was getting cut in half by laser. FOR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did they show it? It's supposed to be prohibited by national tv!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*baaawwllll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7712786948339211723?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7712786948339211723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-youve-gone-youll-never-turn-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7712786948339211723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7712786948339211723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-youve-gone-youll-never-turn-back.html' title='once you&apos;ve gone, you&apos;ll never turn back'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2963871468340682719</id><published>2009-07-12T21:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:00:39.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random creation'/><title type='text'>- - - -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really do like to write stories. But never really show people my work, I mean, like showing them bluntly. This is my first attempt to ever write a fanfiction (liar). I'll stop after this, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: ----&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Shihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always stood there at the back as if nobody notices you. But it's really hard to NOT notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's so easy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find your flaw. Except I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i never seem to find one. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so perfect. It's as if you were really, and in fact maybe is, god's favorite son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're body, so god-like it's as if you were a norse god from mythical stories. Broad and tall. Taller than anybody around you. And not just physically. You're so so nice to people.You kept on smiling to people, being polite, showing off your mega-watt dimpled smile. You never did anything bad to anyone, nor did you ever intended to. You never hold grudges no matter how bad a person did to you. You came from a very good and well-raised family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're rich and got everything that you wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You recite your bible almost everyday. You give elderly people your seats in the train when others just pretended to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me, yet it also drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You helped me through when the other scolded me because I didn't understand what they were saying. You comfort me when i  got homesick. You brought me take-outs when I stayed at home while the others went out. You took care of me when I got sick. I didn't know why you did all of those things when even our leader didn't even care that much. But I'm grateful that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after everything had happened, after we were finally together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so nice, that you cared about other people than me. sure, you give everything that you can give to me. but you just weren't there. I couldn't feel you. In front of everybody else, you touch me, you'd whisper sweet nothing into my ears, you'll hold my hand so tight as if you don't want to loose me. Our friends were very jealous. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only we have someone to share with like you guys,&lt;/span&gt;" they say. If only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the cameras are off. You were no longer holding my hands. You'd rather help other people than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It kills me for the fact that everyone will practically gawk at you the minute, hell, the second you enter the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're also burdened with the fact that we're together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your family doesn't approve, because they're strict and really religious. which means they do not and will never acknowledge our choice of lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you go against them, ever, to pursue our love? No. Because you're the perfect son, God's favorite son. Who will never go against your parents' wishes or anything that counts as a sin in your God's bible. It doesn't matter how much we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Because you're Choi Shiwon. And your perfection, is definitely your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2963871468340682719?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2963871468340682719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2963871468340682719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2963871468340682719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='- - - -'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8534978869337515947</id><published>2009-07-12T17:11:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:14:42.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>visiters from geneva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I met the big family of Salim. And man, wasn't it HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't know who idea was it to gather all of us together in one house. It was absolutely crowded like hell you couldn't believe. I mean, My family alone, my 'clan' as they like to call it, is already big enough. My grandfather has 6 siblings alone. So us alone were very loud on the intr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; session. But hey, it was fun. I haven't meet my cousins for awhile. The rest of them whom existence I never even know before, don't really care all that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and wasn't planning to mingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I get to see Rhony and Dhonny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are my cousins who live in Geneva, Switzerland. They left when I was too little to remember and they only come to visit once in few years. The last time th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ey came was... 2005?2006? I have no idea, but I was on my 'friendster-phase' back then, so go figure how long it has b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;een.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were rather shy. Maybe because, we don't speak their language, and vice versa. All I can say in french was 'je ne comprends pas' and 'au revoir' for god's s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;akes. I forgot all of my lessons throughout vacation. But they were... okay. They're not snobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlsHX_ILpLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a-gX2wIl0l4/s1600-h/5692_120732654273_573474273_2998333_7535336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlsHX_ILpLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a-gX2wIl0l4/s320/5692_120732654273_573474273_2998333_7535336_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357884290351473842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Dhonny. Rhony. Keisha. Katya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rhonny the oldest, rather oh-so-goodlooking for our age, was the shyest of the two. He's quite tall and in his hip-hop phase. He had his baggy jeans down on his butt, big-buckled belt, a high hat, which he wore half-way through, headphones lingers around his neck, broad shoulders. Rapping or beat-boxing every now and then. His smiles were charming. Oka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y, enough, I am in love with his looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He used to be a national gymnast there in Geneva, but he hurt his wrist so they can't use him anymore. (use? is he an object or something. it's broken you can't use it anymore? It's a VERY INAPPROPRIATE term..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny the youngest one, however, almost just as bad as his brother. Though he's... well at least he talks. His actions more blunt than his brother. We haven't talk that much yet he SMACKED me in the head already. The thing is he's more talkative and not affraid to start a conversation. It's odd, but still a conversation. He's the musical guy in the family. He's been in a few production (school or KBRI, I honestly don't know) and he sings. He dress a bit more Europian than his brother. He's the one wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h the chic europian style. Small, a bit scrawny, typical boy his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo, I barely see them at all. So, I thought I should make a coverage on the two. Since they are going to dissapear after this. For a long time ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* and just because I wanted to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Slsk-LBCkwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0_sDRSAU6Ck/s1600-h/n699843380_2028187_2024382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Slsk-LBCkwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0_sDRSAU6Ck/s320/n699843380_2028187_2024382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357916832214979330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hello little Keivaaaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8534978869337515947?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8534978869337515947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/visiters-from-geneva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8534978869337515947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8534978869337515947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/visiters-from-geneva.html' title='visiters from geneva'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlsHX_ILpLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a-gX2wIl0l4/s72-c/5692_120732654273_573474273_2998333_7535336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4912616553447541861</id><published>2009-07-11T11:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:02:01.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>ENOUGH WITH MICHAEL JACKSON ALREADY!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gawd! If I hear somebody say 'Michael Jackson' once more! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll KILL MY SELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn boy, what, now they're going to clone him?!?!?!?!?! Oh for god sakes....&lt;br /&gt;And what's this? Imaniar is holding a 'tahlilan' for Michael Jackson, because, I quote:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya merasa dekat sama dia. Karena kita sama, mendapat abuse waktu kecil, tapi dia lebih extreme. Saya merasa dia ada di diri saya. Selama saya masih hidup saya akan tetap berdoa untuk Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;.....urhm... okay, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with praying for him, but that's TOO MUCH... THE WORLD IS CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;nih ya daripada lo mentingin Michael Jackson, meingan sholat yuk.. pernah ga smuanya sampe sgitunya sama Allah? Ga kaaan. Aduh, musyrik deh smuanya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4912616553447541861?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4912616553447541861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-with-michael-jackson-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4912616553447541861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4912616553447541861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-with-michael-jackson-already.html' title='ENOUGH WITH MICHAEL JACKSON ALREADY!!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-693212997619265064</id><published>2009-07-10T17:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:33:47.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aah, so many things happened in the past few days. None of them concerned me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was the Michael Jackson's big memorial service at the Staples Center where, if I'm not mistaken, his 'This is It' concert was supposed to be held. The memorial service alone was like a concert it self. My question is, was it all that necessary? To have that huge ceremony just to remember him? His life, his death? I personally don't get it. Okay, maybe I wasn't a fan myself, but... It was just too much. It was aired all over the world. It was like the headline news of every newspaper, the service alone. They made a casket supposedly out of gold for him to be shown there at the memorial service.  GOLD? oh come on, get real... Had the world gone insane also when the King of Rock Elvis Presley died on the 70s? Of course I wasn't born then so I can't compare the two. I haven't heard the name Michael Jackson for years, and now it's all I've been hearing. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TVs&lt;/span&gt;, in my house. My sister's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;watch in&lt;/span&gt; his videos all over and over again. I think the world is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overreacting&lt;/span&gt; about the whole Michael Jackson's death in my own opinion. Did they make this kind of fuzz if Obama dies? IF! Oh my god, IF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;INDONESIA's&lt;/span&gt; PRESIDENT &amp;amp; VICE-PRESIDENT ELECTION DAY!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt; how I WISH I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; on the whole deal! I really wanted to elect you know. It's a big deal for me. Once you reach the age of 17, you'll get you're ID card, you can apply or driving licence, you're legit, practically a grown up, and... YOU'D GET TO VOTE! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, since I'm a late bloomer, I was born December, I didn't get my chance to elect. It's a pity because I actually CARE about the whole deal, about the country's future. Unlike people who was just like... "fuck this shit, I'll just pick whoever looks better," or didn't participate at all! What is up with my country. Okay, maybe the election thingy wasn't as big of a showdown unlike Hillary Clinton and Barrack Obama. Our country's president maybe isn't going to be much of a change to the worldwide, but it's still important. I don't get it why people act like it doesn't concern them at all. I just don't understand the mind of Indonesian people. Most of them are stupid and lazy, and they just don't want to change. I'm Indonesian, I'm lazy, but I WANT to change so badly. [okay, this one, concerned me so fucking much]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I found my old collection of Queer as Folk. The series that changed my life's prospect . My way of thinking. My point of view about other people. The reason why I have no problem with that kind of lifestyle. I re-watch. Yes, I actually RE-WATCH them a whole season. It does not excite me the way it used to. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't get excited over... those kinds of movie. But, the way the story goes, the couples, finding out the new episodes, it excites me. Not because the scene. Come to think of it those scenes weirded me out now, haha. I dunno how the hell I could stand them back then. Hmm gotta watch it later haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-693212997619265064?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/693212997619265064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/693212997619265064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/693212997619265064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-time.html' title='this time'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1339713190002013919</id><published>2009-07-10T09:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:52:23.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found my own blog very crappy. It doesn't contain meaningful things as I hoped it would be. It was supposed to be me trying to conquer the world with my own words, my own stories. With language that are hard to digest by people yet sounded meaningful. I wanted to sound smart.&lt;br /&gt;It should've sounded like a young writer who trying to strive, who's writings were influenced by Dante or Steinbeck. Instead I write like a teenie-bopper who just got her first period. My english is highly decreasing instead of increasing, I rarely read anymore. Does this mean my dream of changing the world by my writing is better left as a dream? That I should leave the world that I've loved so much ever since I was only a toddler? The world of literature.&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Who cares if my blog sounds like a teenager. Hell I AM a teenager. I felt tons of things yet I dunno how to express it let alone putting them into words. It's absolutely normal, isn't it. Even if the fact I can't write as good as Adilla whose writings are very good. But I'm trying, and that is all that should matter to me, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1339713190002013919?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1339713190002013919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-my-own-blog-very-crappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1339713190002013919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1339713190002013919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-my-own-blog-very-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5382593888511164629</id><published>2009-07-06T19:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:59:32.186+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'>Something I Can Never Have Was Based on Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I grew tired of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought you were better than any other guys I knew. You were so sweet and sensible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were attentive to both my needs and my feeling. You know how to calm me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You really understand what I'm talking about and you actually thought I wasn't stupid unlike the others. I hate the fact that I could never have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I didn't know just how wrong I was. I was so stupid. Suddenly I was awake and realized this was just all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of a fantasy made out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I know, you're not that different. You're just the same as everybody else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couldn't believe I was so blinded. By what? By love? Definitely not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see it clearly now, just how bad you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I grew tired of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you're no longer a part of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5382593888511164629?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5382593888511164629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-i-can-never-have-was-based-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5382593888511164629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5382593888511164629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-i-can-never-have-was-based-on.html' title='Something I Can Never Have Was Based on Lies'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8043873231858458416</id><published>2009-07-05T11:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:10:04.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><title type='text'>kerandoman seorang anak yang sangat butuh liburan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so bored... Like honestly, aish.. argh.&lt;br /&gt;Ngapain ya enaknyaa? Smua orang masih pada berliburan ria entah dimanaa, sedangkan gw udah bosen aja gitu dirumah lagi. SIGH. Liat aja saking randomnya gw, blog gw pun berdalih ke bahasa indonesia. Campur-campur sih.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do... opening my friends blogs would be a bore. Because none of them are updating anymore! I don't think they bother anymore. I'm the only one who doesn't have a life and still blogging. lalalaaaa. Atau mungkin mereka asik berlibur jadi ga sempet nge-update blog-blog mereka. Secara beberapa sedang asik di Perancis sanaa. Enaknyaaa bikin ngiri :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sih satu blog yang baru dibikin dan baru gw temuin, dan enak skali dibaca untuk di ejek dan di bash. tapi bikin emosi sndiri bacanya karena sang penulis sok lucu. lalaaaaaa. Jadi gw berusaha untuk tidak membuka lagi :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacar gw juga, ngapain deh liburan di Ancol. PENUH TAU DIT hahahaha. Duh, pacarku yang satu itu, mungkin sedang asik bermain-main dengan teman-temannya sesama lumba-lumba di Ancol. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. Just joking baby,  love you still. Come back soon I miss you :) Gw agak bingung juga sih, kenapa dia ada di Ancol. The place is like filled with thousands of people right now. You can't really go to the beach, because, it's full of people and you can't really enjoy the view because the view would be people! Ke dufan juga sama aja penuhnyaa, I bet it'll take hours just to get onto one ride. Akhirnya gw tanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: kamu ngapain sih disana?&lt;br /&gt;A: Tidur.&lt;br /&gt;......Bzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambah gendut lho nanti sayang, hahaha. yasudahlah, dia mau diapain ttp gendut :P:P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah, ini post random banget, ya abis gimana dooong. All I can do at home beside this is... watch Gara Gara Go! on youtube which is AWESOME, or My Heaven, or... watch SuShow dvd Adit just bought me (sumpah yaa, itu kok kedengerannya alay, tapi ya sudahlah). Adit makasih yaaa, dia baik bgt lho, mendukung hobi pacarnya sampe dibeliin dvd nya sgala. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah, untung bsok mau jalan sama Faqerl. another date with the Faqerl! Plus Katie, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8043873231858458416?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8043873231858458416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kerandoman-seorang-anak-yang-sangat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8043873231858458416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8043873231858458416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kerandoman-seorang-anak-yang-sangat.html' title='kerandoman seorang anak yang sangat butuh liburan...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4330738919365658748</id><published>2009-07-05T08:47:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:01:29.468+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>my last farewell to the King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ya ampuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. ampe lupa kan mau bikin post yang satu ini. Busy Busy mee.... NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebenernya sih lupanya bukan karena sibuk. Tapi yaa karena kejadian ini sebenernya ga terlalu berpengaruh besar terhadap kehidupan gw juga. Jadi niat awalnya mau nulis jadi bisa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAS1mW7PSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s0uXLIovHeM/s1600-h/a09ge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAS1mW7PSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s0uXLIovHeM/s200/a09ge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354800668982590754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siapapun yang lahir antara tahun... 1960an sampe tahun 2005 pasti tau lah syapa Michael Jackson? How can we not know? He's the guy, with most selling records, most hits, most charities, most scandals, and most controversies ever t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o have wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ked on earth. He's like the biggest thing ever in the music world. Ya okay lah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dia emang ga seterkenal Nabi Muhammad, or even Jesus, tapi yang pasti dia salah satu icon terbesar and also biggest phenomenon di dunia music. (and why am I mixing languange? it's so kampung you know, tapi ya sutralah yaa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he died? Know what happen?? The whole internet connection in the world was jammed. Yessiree, Google ngejam 35 menit, bgitu juga Wikipedia &amp;amp; Twitter. Gila ya? I guess when kings die they have to go big. Dan sampe sekarang pun, smua orang masiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiih aja ngomongin tentang MJ the Jacko. Gw juga ga ngerti kenapa tu orang orang masiiih aja ngomongin dia. Sampe sampe kalo gw ke ITC mau beli cd pun, pasti ada aja orang yang tiba-tiba nanya sama mas2/mba2nyaa: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mba, ada CD nya Michael Jackson ga? Yang manapun deh."&lt;/span&gt; and frankly, those places that I've been? They're all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yo. Dirumah juga tiba-tiba aja satu keluarga gw langsung bongkar koleksi CD masing2 (except me, of course, naturally) buat nyari CD Michael Jackson yang nyelip-nyelip. Harusnya sih, dengan smua orang di seluruh dunia beli albumnya dia, ampe sold out gitu, gw rasa harusnyaaaa utangnya dia yang ampe $6.000.000 itu bisa kebantu laah. But, hey, I dunno with all the piracy that has been going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAUjv0f5XI/AAAAAAAAANg/As_vmTfWu6w/s1600-h/GetImage-DN-8833-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAUjv0f5XI/AAAAAAAAANg/As_vmTfWu6w/s200/GetImage-DN-8833-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354802561308157298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang aneh sih, gw g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a ngerti kenapa smua orang sampe sgitunya sama Jacko the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karena buat gw, kalo orang meninggal yaa udah, smua orang toh juga akan meninggal (lain halnya kalo itu kelu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arga gw, baru gw akan meraung raung nangis sedihnya, tapi ya allah jangan dulu yaaaa). People are going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAD!&lt;/span&gt; Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ey cried as if he were their own family. Mungkin, well, he helped them through somethings kali yaaa. It's music after all, music is like magic. Maybe Michael Jackson for those people are like... I dunno, maybe Justin Timberlake for me (har har har, yes I like Justin Timberlake), or Jonas Brothers for teenie boppers nowadays. Makanya mungkin mereka sampe sgitunya. Ya tapi jangan kayak Imaniar (washed out Indonesian singer) juga, sok sok kesurupan arwah Michael Jackson. But hey, stiap orang punya cara yang berbeda-beda buat mengekspresikan kesedihan mereka kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come to think of it, smua artis yang terkenal sekarang juga pasti terinfluence sama dia. Jadi, agak bohong juga sih kalo hidup gw ga terpengaruh sama Michael Jackson. Without him, artis-artis yang gw tonton skarang mungkin narinya lempeng2 boy-band ballet aja gitu, ga ada moonwalk-nya. Oh yes, how I love the moonwalk, or just how the way he dance. Ya tau lah gimana caranya dia nari... smua artis2 korea juga narinya kayak dia smua skarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi entah kenapa, for me, all I can remember about was his scandals. And how odd, or... pshyco he was? Like the time he hung his baby son from the balcony. Itu gw udah kayak... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"AAAAAAAAAARGH IT'S A BABY YOU FREAKING DUMMO!"&lt;/span&gt; gila apaa, kalo jatoh gimana????? sakit jiwa. And the time he was accused of molesting a child. Entah kenapa gw juga ga terlalu percaya sih kalo dia bisa molest anak-anak. Ya tapi waktu itu gw agak kebawa emosi karena I was... 12? at the time. Ya pokoknya masih kecil. And I watched the trial special on E!Channel, jdi kebawa kali yaa. And his nose! Oh my god. what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT?!&lt;/span&gt; he was close to not having any flare on his nose. Better yet, it was only a bone. covered with so little of skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAW5xf5PHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Flf8pCBtbJs/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-michael-jackson-41269_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAW5xf5PHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Flf8pCBtbJs/s200/Michael-Jackson-michael-jackson-41269_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354805138738986098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anywh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l wrong for people to make fun of him even though it's funny. It's still rude. Especially when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's dead now. No matter what he did, what weird things he had done to his body (like bleaching his body white, multiple continuous plastic surgery on his nose), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Jackson is still and always be the one only and the first King Of Pop&lt;/span&gt;. Walaup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;un Justin Timberlake dikasih julukan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the new king of pop&lt;/span&gt;, tetep aja kan yang pertama michael jackson? He changed music, he MADE music. He MADE the DANCE, the Moonwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lk dance. And frankly, can an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ybody beat him?? His records, are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top-notch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Black or White, PYT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Billy Jean, Beat It Thriller, come to think of it, my sister and I had our Michael Jackson too back in the days. Tapi yang paling penting buat gw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;dia meninggalnya secara Islam.&lt;/span&gt; Itu aja. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4330738919365658748?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4330738919365658748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevjumba-on-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4330738919365658748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4330738919365658748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevjumba-on-michael-jackson.html' title='my last farewell to the King of Pop'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SlAS1mW7PSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s0uXLIovHeM/s72-c/a09ge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3346212562671998091</id><published>2009-07-04T15:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:36:15.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>mochi oh mochi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know what? it's just so typical of me to hate things that I have never even tasted, or listened, or known well. and those things so far turned out pretty good. and I'll be so freakin' addicted to them.  my newest founding and addiction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MOCHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sk8-iCuJA7I/AAAAAAAAANA/fNjzkNe_b8c/s1600-h/ric-sushi-look-mochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sk8-iCuJA7I/AAAAAAAAANA/fNjzkNe_b8c/s200/ric-sushi-look-mochi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354567236533683122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they are extremely delicious, hihi. I really don't know whay I used to hate eating it. I mean, probably it was sticky. and I heate green beans, but it tasted okay. it tasted awesome!! okay, again, all I do is exagerrating much. But really, at andung we bought this box of mochi. it said, strawberry flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... what the hell? probably tasted a bit weird. WRONG AGAIN KEISH, it taste a lot better. aah... it's my heaven. I want to eat some more x^____^x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3346212562671998091?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3346212562671998091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/mochi-oh-mochi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3346212562671998091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3346212562671998091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/mochi-oh-mochi.html' title='mochi oh mochi'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sk8-iCuJA7I/AAAAAAAAANA/fNjzkNe_b8c/s72-c/ric-sushi-look-mochi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4773132265610265825</id><published>2009-07-03T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:54:10.354+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH BITCH'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;gila yaaaaaa. sumpah gw kesel. maunya apa??? gw bantai juga deeh lalalalalaaaa. ah tau deh kei, meningan lo lupain ajaa. tontonin aja tuh video barunya Shiwon, ganteng kan ganteng?? iya laah pasti. argh argh argh argh.&lt;br /&gt;maaf yaaa, sangat perlu melepaskan kekesalan. ASAP sorry&lt;br /&gt;next post will be very in happy mood instead of sucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4773132265610265825?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4773132265610265825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4773132265610265825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4773132265610265825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2610101750211092980</id><published>2009-07-03T14:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:45:17.049+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LET&apos;S GO ON A TRIP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Know what? I almost forgot how much I sometimes hate being a girl... But once a month, I'm reminded by this painful ache in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aish cincayo, nomu appayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yayayaaa pardon my sudden burst of korean, agak kampung memang. hahaha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeaaaah, I just got back from Bandung after 4 days and 3 nights there. And... well it's not much of an adventure. But what a release! I finally had my vacation, with my family, but sill though. hahaha it was fun. Bandung is really a boring place actually... you can only shop there. honestly. Yeah probably they have tons of distro, which I've spent most of my times there. I shopped a little bit too much &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry mom!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and EAT. Oh, how much food we stuffed into our mouth.. but hey it was FUN!!! beside, adit was there too :P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2610101750211092980?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2610101750211092980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/know-what-i-almost-forgot-how-much-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2610101750211092980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2610101750211092980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/know-what-i-almost-forgot-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7679394171527628587</id><published>2009-07-01T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:33:56.223+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH BITCH'/><title type='text'>little creature whose existance just bugs me.</title><content type='html'>I dunno why, all I do nowadays is bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I just bitch around.&lt;br /&gt;But I only bitch around and will be in a crappy mood, if I see 'it'. Yes, the person is so low, they desserve to be called an 'it'&lt;br /&gt;It's existence really bothers me. And for some reasons I just HATE IT TO ITS GUT. &lt;br /&gt;I think we know we don't like each other it's pretty clear. If yiu really have the guts, tell it to my freaking guts, like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend to like me and be all sweet in front but call me names on your PM, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;Argh just get fucking lost from my life and his&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7679394171527628587?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7679394171527628587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-creature-whose-existance-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7679394171527628587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7679394171527628587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-creature-whose-existance-just.html' title='little creature whose existance just bugs me.'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7304837372797497545</id><published>2009-06-25T18:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:59:08.699+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>all of the sudden i miss everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after approximately 5 years of not seeing my friends from elementary school. today, i finally see them. i gathered up most of them, and there we were. in a small restaurant, all 15 of us (or was it more?) curled up there. catching up with the world around us. and a lot of things sure have changed. i didn't even know how to join in to the conversation anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, of all these years, i've always thought that, as a kid, you should spend 6 years in elementary, 3 years in middle school, and 3 years in high school. then we go to college and then we'd get a job. and of course along the way, we have to live a normal live. enjoying life but be serious about it sometimes, and have a clean way. because my life in my current school, which is al-izhar, had always been... just that way ever since i stepped into the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I had no idea just how wrong i was about that. my elementary friends proofed that just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, there were four friends that made me realized, there are people out there, whose paths are very different than what usually occurs. a friend of mine, who back then was really closed to me and... well, one of my puppy loves, had been living a very tough life. he had been doing drugs and such. his life was all screwed up. but now he's all clean, he's in rehab, he shaped his life back up. and had been clean for awhile now. although, being in rehab caused him high-school life. he missed high-school and just applied to a home-schooling program. but from what i've seen. he's a really good person. honestly. as a person who had been bad, he sure does been doing very good. of course he's still that loony kid who used to annoy me so much. be he's a gentleman with well spoken manner and very polite toward girls. I am truly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one was a boy who spent two years being a sophomore, 10th grader, he's compeletly open about it. even proud about it. i honestly don't know what he's thinking. but he had always been careless and too carefree ever since we were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two were an early bloomers. one is already graduated and was applying for college today already. he skipped high school all up in a jiff and took the 'paket c' so that's why he's graduated now. the other one decided that he's going to leave town right after he graduate high school and will work as soon as possible. and i think that was very... foolish. unless he was doing both he studies and work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly today was like a movie, where people who haven't met each other for years finally gathered together, and they almost forgot who's who. and they have lots of different story to tell. and then at the end of the day, they become one again and do something really stupid at the end.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bima, Nicko, Rheza, Keisha, Asti, Lala, Tyo, Yosman, Fadhil, Diaz, Irfan, Baim, Laras, Fira, Reyhand, Bimo, Sabil, Basith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought reunion would be very boring. But no, it was bloddy damn fun. We were just acting like a bunch of fools walking around. We sat ordered a few things but sat for hours. I think the waitresses despise us so much for that. And then we went to our old school. The boys played basketball and soccer just like they used to back then...&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!!! I can't wait to meet you guys again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7304837372797497545?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7304837372797497545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-of-sudden-i-miss-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7304837372797497545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7304837372797497545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-of-sudden-i-miss-everyone.html' title='all of the sudden i miss everyone'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5326765941495477642</id><published>2009-06-23T20:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:25:02.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>17 again, yet i'm not even 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I'm out of my lair of boredom.. FINALLY. I can see the outside world, I can see people other than my family, my maid, my driver, and Adit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(he's a total jerk nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm finally have something to do other than sticking my nose on the Game-Boy's screen. Which I still do sometimes even today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkDUmWjUCYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/F8U618X-A7A/s1600-h/17again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkDUmWjUCYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/F8U618X-A7A/s320/17again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350510112669960578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the movie is good, though it's sorta predictable. you can know right away pretty much how it's going to go. it's just... kinda like predictable kid's movie, but it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ZAC EFRON IS A HOTTIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've agree with everyone else this time. I was never a fan, he's usually gay, but this time.... he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt;. (yes, Wied, he's hot, I'm agreeing with you now).&lt;br /&gt;Tho, it's kind of creepy. He's kinda like chasing a cougar in this movie, just because he was a guy back in his teen but yet still has those feeling toward his wife who's in mid 30s. Uhm yeah,weird. But the movie is awesome. It's really good. sigh.. I'm having yet another teenie-bopper moments. So forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. The facebook went error and then suddenly my relationship status went single just all of the sudden hahaa. everyone was freaking out HAHAHAHAHAHA.  Does it even matter?? lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time people,&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5326765941495477642?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5326765941495477642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-again-yet-im-not-even-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5326765941495477642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5326765941495477642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-again-yet-im-not-even-17.html' title='17 again, yet i&apos;m not even 17'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkDUmWjUCYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/F8U618X-A7A/s72-c/17again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4793649744814695133</id><published>2009-06-23T07:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:29:58.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>the leavers dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm opening my youtube. But what for? It's like there isn't anything that I could really watch. Sure, youtube is full of weird silly videos. But I was never a fan of random videos. Indie artist's video? Nope, not a fan either. Unless they are really-really hot like Boyce Avenue, but even them I rarely watched. Then what do I watch? Either Ghost Whisperer since they don't air new episodes in Indonesia, or... Super Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkAhj2X97NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vjHbgtg8MxM/s1600-h/d162e82c7b19b52a0ba90c50ce2fa115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkAhj2X97NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vjHbgtg8MxM/s320/d162e82c7b19b52a0ba90c50ce2fa115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350313257091329234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I usually would be up in the morning on weekends, searching what new videos have beem uploaded. Their new show, their new performance, lalalaaaa etc. and now it's gone. after only 4months. Now, I don't have anything I can watch on youtube.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, maybe I have been a little bit too fangirl-ish about them. But trust me, I'm not like those girls who like them now. Frankly, I hate the fact that they are amazingly well-known now. And then people are writing about how awesome they, how handsome they are, how hot they are, how cool they are when they just found out about them yesterday and being so lame about it. Oh, believe, that is just a phase and they are going to be embarrassed about it months from now. Am I like them? No, I hope not. Dear GOD no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've liked them for...wow, would you look at the time, almost two years now. 18 months have I spent their new teaser for their new album. It got me the chills. I really like them and they were nearly up to not exist until march. But it went for only 4 months. 4 months of promo after 18 months of waiting. Isn't that a little bit too fast? Tour is important, but didn't they just got back from tour this February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And this is probably going to be their last album. Some of them had to serve the country, join the military, next year. Oh man, they're old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aaaah sucky vacation, just when I thought I could rely on youtube to watch super junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Only 4 Months after 18 months of wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*but this means by the time they got back, those newbie fangirls probably already forgot about them. Yippie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4793649744814695133?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4793649744814695133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavers-dance_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4793649744814695133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4793649744814695133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavers-dance_23.html' title='the leavers dance'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SkAhj2X97NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vjHbgtg8MxM/s72-c/d162e82c7b19b52a0ba90c50ce2fa115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3356506053259560746</id><published>2009-06-22T06:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:19:37.128+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>keisha and her 10 ARGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay maybe lately all I do lately is bitch on my blog. But really, seriously. My Vacay could NOT get any worse than THIS!. Argh.. there's so many thing that pisses me off and made this Vacation even worse than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm all alone in Jakarta while most my friends are in Bali, probably having fun as I type. I was supposed to come but there's this family thing going during! ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this person that just bug me for their own existence in the world! I have never liked them before. Not since I was first introduce to them. ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;My old friends from elementary school asked for a reunion. As usual, who do they come to? ME! MOI! and now they're saying some of them can make it, some of them don't. and then they just went dissapear, poof!, all of the sudden. So I DON'T know who's coming and who's not, and I have to book the place tomorrow. ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I am NOT going anywhere for this vacation, except for Bandung, and there's no plan that will imply on my family going somewhere.. at home as usual. ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was promised a new camere &amp;amp; handphone at a totally different time and circumstances. It's been half a year, and they're not here yet. ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;At least I thought I was going to be entertained by youtube. Turns out the connection is fucked up so my youtube is vvveeeerrrrrryyyy sssslllloooooowww.. ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Plus there's nothing on youtube that I could watch. Why? Because SUPER JUNIOR'S GONE. shit man. the promo ended too quickly. AND, they're off touring. by the time they came back, again, there's going to be only 11 of them. sigh... ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;My lomo is busted, and I have to get it to the shop, but my mom doesn't want to. I need my camera BADLY! ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;When this effing vacation ends, I'm going to be a senior. And my life will completely end! ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The changing of classes and all makes me nervous. I do/don't want to be in the same classes as some people. I'm affraid if they're not in the same class as me we will drift apart. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3356506053259560746?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3356506053259560746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/keisha-and-her-10-argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3356506053259560746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3356506053259560746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/keisha-and-her-10-argh.html' title='keisha and her 10 ARGH!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4184709695435306749</id><published>2009-06-21T19:11:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:47:34.392+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>lame-o supremo vacaaay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do I spent my vacation again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By playing Harvest Moon Nintendo DS, that's how. It's been two weeks, and lately all I've been doing is cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rled up in my room, on my bed, playing the little blue-square thingy. It's fun! But it's boring as well. SIGH. How pathetic could I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found it like... a week ago and I'm yet again hooked by the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sj4mrBLJ_bI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JjeumFLs8bI/s1600-h/hmds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sj4mrBLJ_bI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JjeumFLs8bI/s200/hmds.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755927854185906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But! No money, no vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ditinggal temen-temen ke bali pula.. teganya kalian! Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adit, ajak jalan2 dooong. Or.. anybody? S'il vous plait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4184709695435306749?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4184709695435306749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-i-spent-my-vacation-again-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4184709695435306749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4184709695435306749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-i-spent-my-vacation-again-by.html' title='lame-o supremo vacaaay'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sj4mrBLJ_bI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JjeumFLs8bI/s72-c/hmds.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3866523363839819345</id><published>2009-06-21T19:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:11:40.728+07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . ARGH</title><content type='html'>KENAPA ADA ORANG YANG BISA SEBEBAL DIA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. duh? I don't like you. Get a hint, girly. How many hints do I have to drop??&lt;br /&gt;Apa dia bener2 bebal atau emang dia nyadar tapi pura2 ga sadar? or is she just.. being sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, gw harus menghabiskan waktu liburan gw dengan makhluk sperti itu SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3866523363839819345?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3866523363839819345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3866523363839819345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3866523363839819345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='. . . ARGH'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-360773972635470427</id><published>2009-06-21T07:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:05:28.502+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I HAVE A NEW BABY CUZ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, the family is getting bigger and bigger! But this is just how big it'll get. I have now 4 cousins. Like my close cousin, 'coz wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it be said if I only have 4 cousins in overall? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway.. The baby is cute!! OMO! I can't wait to have my own... then again, I still have at least 4-5 years left.. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navarro Kai Salim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;(yes.. as in like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Dave Navarro'&lt;/span&gt; it was named after him...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sj2Gyr2495I/AAAAAAAAAMY/fTlJlrcPshQ/s200/5174_90646714863_524239863_1995790_2540334_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349580137710548882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3.2 kg - 51 cm - 7.57 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-360773972635470427?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/360773972635470427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-new-baby-cuz-yep-family-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/360773972635470427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/360773972635470427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-new-baby-cuz-yep-family-is.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sj2Gyr2495I/AAAAAAAAAMY/fTlJlrcPshQ/s72-c/5174_90646714863_524239863_1995790_2540334_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8210202024378984781</id><published>2009-06-20T16:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:38:57.181+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>K.I.A's Joint Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was held yesterday, and! it was... well it was okay. I mean it was actually more like a 'hang-out' time rather than a birthday party. But hey, isn't it funner that way? Like 20 ish people came. They were Krishadi (biar keren pake nama asli), Indra, Anom, Adit,Irvin, Hirzi, Koto, Echol, Naila, Tika, Cipo, Mita, Dira, Nabila, Wiwied, Manda, and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a simple barbeque, but then again simple always fun and simple doesn't really suit Ais. hahaha. But yeah, we ended up hurld in the TV room watching speed racer as we eat and goof around, the boys were swimming earlier, making a big splash that made everyoby else wet. Sigh. But hey, it was fun. No photos today. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8210202024378984781?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8210202024378984781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kias-joint-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8210202024378984781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8210202024378984781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kias-joint-party.html' title='K.I.A&apos;s Joint Party'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3285922270535253795</id><published>2009-06-20T06:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:10:36.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><title type='text'>the leaving song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the most romantic day of my life by so far, or as close as it can be to romantic, was supposed to be today. my dream of being serenade to by me boyfriend with the most romantic song in front of everyone we knew, was supposed to be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lack of surprise, unlike of what expected. Only about 19-ish people around, which was much lesser than I expected.But the song choice was good. It was the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;/span&gt;'. Or so it should've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he should've said, "I'm going to sing for Keisha," in a sweet way was replaced by a joke on the opening. Where he should've asked people's attention for it is quite an important matter for both of us, was not said. Instead of people listening being all in awe, or just stay silent, was replaced by people shouting to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt; on DVD and nobody listen to the song. Net even I for their voice was too loud. And he changed the song.&lt;br /&gt;All these were supposed to make me happy. But am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;* No, I'm not, more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But shouldn't you at least appreciate his efforts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Maybe, but I was hurt too much and badly to care. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3285922270535253795?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3285922270535253795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavers-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3285922270535253795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3285922270535253795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavers-dance.html' title='the leaving song'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7850820735252213020</id><published>2009-06-18T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:55:22.001+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>between orders and randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;at tika's house, randomness is always a must! and hanging out with my girls is always a fun thing to do! Love you girls :D (if by some miracle Tika decided to upload the pictures then I will add some). We took pictures constantly and then we went to Citos just to eat Burger Kings (like always...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dan ternyata itu lagi mati lampu yaaa! tolong deh. please... emang ga ada yang namanya genset ya di mall?? Ya masih ada yang nyala sih beberapaa. Tapi BK-nya... it's super hot.. Aish.. It was... let's say I was sweating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ya terus gosip2 dikit... terus ke Aksara. Ketemu sama Arthur! Arthur itu lhoo yang bintan iklan McD, LA Lights, sama Kopi ABC Mocca (afal bgt deh). He's super handsome. It seems that everytime I went out with my girls I ALWAYS meet someone hot, eh? Arthur, The french robbert pattinson, Anak Medan. Hmm.. Oh girls.. let's go out more often! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;After that we bought Ice creams and went back then watch Zack &amp;amp; Miri make a Porno. Sedikit salah sih sebenernya cewek2 nonton fil itu.. It's rated R. It was filled with nudity. They just couldn't say a sentence without the word 'fuck' in it. salah bgt yaa. Udah gitu ada Brandon Routh disitu sama Justin Long. As gay couple. OOOOH, so WRONG in SO MANY WAYS! Mana pake ciuman lagi.. sigh. I'm not against it. But Brandon Routh is just too straight. Dan karakternya si Justin Long menjijikan hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto2 lagi, ntar diupload deh. Terus makan kepiting sama udang. NYUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for today folks. it's been a good and fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;happy vacation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;CIAO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7850820735252213020?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7850820735252213020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-orders-and-randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7850820735252213020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7850820735252213020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-orders-and-randomness.html' title='between orders and randomness...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3154292904723257905</id><published>2009-06-18T08:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:52:38.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>The Living Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MUTI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muti&lt;/span&gt; is a good friend of mine whom I haven't seen in... give or take more than a year. And I missed her so! We just got a hold of each other again recently (thank god for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;!) and it's her birthday today! And she invited me to come. The place was Sing! karaoke and restaurant at/in/on (pardon my grammar, I do not know which to use) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fx&lt;/span&gt;.  It was rather fun actually. It was supposed to be like a karaoke day but most of us didn't really want to sing out of embarrassment. But we sang at the end. Hey, we were in karaoke after all! &lt;/span&gt;The greatest thing was... I got to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ariska&lt;/span&gt;, since they go to a different school we almost never see each other unless it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. So it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, which was at 8 o'clock (I can't believe we were there for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt;! I mean, it was only a karaoke you know) we were given pieces of rolled up papers which were supposed to open together. some of the rolled up paper had '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonus&lt;/span&gt;!' written on it. Guess what the bonus was? to go slide through the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Atmosfer&lt;/span&gt;'. Too bad I didn't get the 'bonus'. Nah, just kidding, I would die riding the thing! It was so tall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3154292904723257905?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3154292904723257905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3154292904723257905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3154292904723257905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-years.html' title='The Living Years'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6400288502153566908</id><published>2009-06-17T07:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:25:22.431+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>remember me as the time of a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Take a look at yourself in a mirror. Who do you see looking back? Is it the person you wanna be? Or is there someone else you were meant to be? The person you should have been but fell short of. Is someone telling you you can't or you won't because you can. Believe that love is out there. Believe that dreams come true every day because they do.  Sometimes happiness doesn't come from money or fame or power, sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and from the quiet nobility of leading a good life. Believe that dreams come true every day because they do. Believe that dreams come true every day because they do. So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be, believe that. And believe that dreams come true every day because they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6400288502153566908?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6400288502153566908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-me-as-time-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6400288502153566908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6400288502153566908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-me-as-time-of-day.html' title='remember me as the time of a day...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2614248392350883818</id><published>2009-06-16T17:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:22:23.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv addict'/><title type='text'>how do you mend a broken heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as if my vacation couldn't get any worst... Lucas Scott really is leaving Tree Hill. *baaawwwwwlllll!* Oh, bummer, that's like my favorite show ever! I bid you adieu my first &amp;amp; forever tv crush. Awwe... I really am bummed you know! I got through 8th grade with the help of L.Scott (okay, lebay, ga sgitunya juga sih, ya sedikit laah, I imagined him as si... hm hm). Now he's gone... *sigh* It's a guarantee that I will never ever watch the show again as I watched only because of Luke. Argh, why god, why?!?!?!?! *bbbaaaawwwwwlll (once more)* But the ending of sixth season is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... how DO you mend a broken heart? How do you pick up the pieces and put them back together? How can someone sees that person you really love with someone else and be okay? I questioned myself, how could they, other people, be so calm. Doesn't it hurts? Doesn't it stings? Doesn't it makes you want to spill your gut out? Doesn't it makes you wanna scream? And yet, they were so calm. They smiled. How do people mend their broken heart? Why DO they do that? It's a mystery to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*I was just wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2614248392350883818?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2614248392350883818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-mend-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2614248392350883818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2614248392350883818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-mend-broken-heart.html' title='how do you mend a broken heart?'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6634596332941245713</id><published>2009-06-16T13:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:01:31.740+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my oh-so boring vacay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalalaaaa, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; in a ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ry crappy mood you see. To make it even worse, I'm in a crappy mood on vacation. Know why? because shits happen like constantly for the past few days, and I'm not going to any holiday to make me take a breather and release this weight of my back! Ah... poor m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e. Life's extremely unfair. Isn't my life miserable enough to begin with?? I need something t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;o tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e an edge off! Like maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My very own Lucas Scott.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdICtRQLUI/AAAAAAAAALo/e_YC3rM2WQ4/s1600-h/cw-onetreehill-prt-season003-g_0001-1-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdICtRQLUI/AAAAAAAAALo/e_YC3rM2WQ4/s200/cw-onetreehill-prt-season003-g_0001-1-281x374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347822293874650434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there will be someone I can share my passion of literature with throughout the summer. And we can read books and so on an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d so forth. Besides, what's wrong with a little summer fling on a basketball court? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new book to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdKcGV3sPI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZySez5Yyw9Q/s1600-h/9780141322575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdKcGV3sPI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZySez5Yyw9Q/s200/9780141322575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347824929124888818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdMWs4bgHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LSSbDgMs44Q/s1600-h/9780141321028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdMWs4bgHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LSSbDgMs44Q/s200/9780141321028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347827035414429810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very much in the mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;od to read. If only my mom would've bought me two books, I wouldn't even bother her with all of my other wants. Sigh... and I'm really in the mood of adventure. So Peter Pan + Wizard of Oz should do it. I don't know why But I'm really crazy about peter pan right now. And I really don't know why. I mean I've always liked it, but as soon as I found it's novel, I've gotten crazier about it. Think about it, a whole adventure in one little book. I would probably stick my nose in it for the whole summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to the SPA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdOTDcLUQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8tpZzuGj7MU/s1600-h/spa_features_masthead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdOTDcLUQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8tpZzuGj7MU/s200/spa_features_masthead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347829171773722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want a massage... I need a manicure and pedicure since my nail beds are... well they just need help. And the massage could make my tense shoulder disappear. Aah, wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hanging out with my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though unfortunately, my friends are all going to Bali for vacation. And I'm not going. huaaaa huaaaaa *wails hard*. Why? One, I could put the money to a better use. Two, I have a family thing on the day. Sigh... Shit man. I really miss my friends. The only one I still in contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with is Naila, and the boys. Sigh... Wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere are you my fella? Oh, and Lika. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots and lots of snack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdPj0Ypy9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xyf2sbDPD48/s1600-h/A2331RSRainbowSnacksFLg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdPj0Ypy9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xyf2sbDPD48/s200/A2331RSRainbowSnacksFLg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347830559301815250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's pretty much it. Anything to make me sugar over doze.  Lot's of chocolate... marshmallow... candies... a little bit of monte blanc... and ice cream... yumm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My boyfriend to be very understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes pleaaaaassseeeee!! What the hell is wrong with him? I need him to understand me out of all people. And I need him to let me loose for awhile. Not hanging on me too tight. It get's a bit annoying sometimes. You need to unwind dear. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6634596332941245713?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6634596332941245713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-oh-so-boring-vacay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6634596332941245713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6634596332941245713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-oh-so-boring-vacay.html' title='my oh-so boring vacay...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdICtRQLUI/AAAAAAAAALo/e_YC3rM2WQ4/s72-c/cw-onetreehill-prt-season003-g_0001-1-281x374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-82003538982513923</id><published>2009-06-16T07:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:03:14.563+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CONGRATULATION TO CLASS OF '09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good luck on entering the 'real' life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdRpesN_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0Nlz7nyNSk0/s1600-h/20090202_gallery_always_bangs_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdRpesN_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0Nlz7nyNSk0/s200/20090202_gallery_always_bangs_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347832855580769682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-82003538982513923?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/82003538982513923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulation-to-class-of-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/82003538982513923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/82003538982513923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulation-to-class-of-09.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjdRpesN_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0Nlz7nyNSk0/s72-c/20090202_gallery_always_bangs_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7116180791818328771</id><published>2009-06-14T06:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:06:43.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>thoughts &amp; regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oof.. I'm a twelfth grader now, huh? You know what that means? It means more and more responsibility... Sigh... And it got me worry. I worry a lot. It scares me. Stuffs are like flying in and out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a matter or 11 months (give or take) I will be an adult and enter the 'real' world. NOOO!! Where's my mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regretted not learning mores stuffs that I could've done. Like... learning mandarin, or taking a dance lesson, or taking up an instrument earlier when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've prayed more. I need God's guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regretted that I've rushed a few decisions. If I didn't probably I'm a lot happier now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regretted ever introducing my sister to Super Junior because she's more fanatic than I expected her to be and she ran off telling her friends all about it and now the whole world KNOWS. Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am probably crazy that UAN is in front of my life and yet all I care about is still my boyfriend, how to get Super Junior's CDs, the band itself, how can I make people to make me happy and etc, when there are lot more important thing to care and worry about. (like passing UAN? Perhaps??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regretted not being a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7116180791818328771?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7116180791818328771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-regrets.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7116180791818328771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7116180791818328771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-regrets.html' title='thoughts &amp; regrets'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5495295057025396092</id><published>2009-06-13T19:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:46:29.891+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish-list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><title type='text'>wishful thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjOeouP76_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Wu2FscR3cnA/s1600-h/24gk1oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjOeouP76_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Wu2FscR3cnA/s320/24gk1oo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346791605065739250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's go to a remote place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just the two of us and no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with the clear blue sky above us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a large carpet of grass before our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;forget about clock-watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or our parents worrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because the time is ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that is all I really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;* picture by &lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com"&gt;Le Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5495295057025396092?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5495295057025396092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5495295057025396092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5495295057025396092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishful-thinking.html' title='wishful thinking....'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjOeouP76_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Wu2FscR3cnA/s72-c/24gk1oo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1506944780459976219</id><published>2009-06-12T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:57:28.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm-serv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Community Service Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Alritey, I've done my second part of my community service. And it was... rather easier than yesterday. Not really. It was all about administration. So if typed in the wrong thing, a patient could get the wrong treatment. So the responsibility level is a lot higher than the previous. We were placed at the... OT? I don't know what that stands for. I do know, the 'T' stands for Therapy. It's for people who suffered from stroke, and there's a section for children who needs to be treated for their behavior. It was... I don't know, it wasn't 'life changing' per say, but it did give me that little tinglies. At least I appreciate my life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1506944780459976219?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1506944780459976219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-service-pt2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1506944780459976219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1506944780459976219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-service-pt2.html' title='Community Service Pt.2'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-909547940096074625</id><published>2009-06-12T17:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:03:15.408+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>beep beep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hm hm hm... I haven't written anything for a few days, two three? I dunno, who's getting in track of the day anyway. Things haven't been going my way lately, and it sucks. That's why I didn't really want to write. Or rather, I dunno what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, according to my mood. I do anything based on my mood. So.. yeah, nothing and noone made feel better nowadays. Not even him... the one who usually brings up my mood whatever happens. He... actually just crushed my heart in ways nobody ever could. And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, but I am writing now, a short one. But hey, I write, at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-909547940096074625?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/909547940096074625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/beep-beep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/909547940096074625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/909547940096074625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/beep-beep.html' title='beep beep'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5299358858384930287</id><published>2009-06-11T05:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:31:46.871+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm-serv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Community Service Pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The eleventh graders of my school had to serve minimum of 3 days to the community, it says that we have to 'give back'. Well... so my 7 friends and I applied to the nearest hospital, just to, you know, help around. Or was it... looking around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've seen people doing community service before from school, but usually it was more coordinated. My school didn't do anything about it. They just told us that we HAVE to do it, but only make letter for us. Do you know how HARD it is for us to get into the facility alone just based on a letter?? We were being toss around from one section to another. We skipped one day just because the letter needs to be processed. I do hope that the school is going to give more help next year.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that I dislike doing community service. I like it. We were, finally, after 1 day and 2 hours waste, pointed to a specific section of the hospital, it was... a child care, I think that's what they called it, for children who has special needs or need special care. And we helped... talking to the mothers, or playing with the children, or helping the nurse to get the kids to stay 'put'. Sometimes even just talking helped.&lt;br /&gt;Only one day I've spent there, yet it had me. I should be more thankful that I was born this way instead of just complaining. I should just embrace the fact that 155cm tall, because there are some people who can't even grow at all. I should embrace my turnip legs, because some doesn't have any. I should embrace everything more. Because there a lot that doesn't have anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5299358858384930287?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5299358858384930287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-service-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5299358858384930287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5299358858384930287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-service-pt1.html' title='Community Service Pt.1'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-4710460832941123976</id><published>2009-06-10T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:58:22.504+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth-friendly'/><title type='text'>Save EARTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is one song I found, it's catchy, but lame hihihi.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Save Energy, Save Energy. Save Energy, Save EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow me, Save E-ner-gy. Don't avoid me, dear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so hurt, save Earth, save EARTH! Let's get start with one simple thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(one!) Don't turn on the computer that you don't use, that's wasting energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(two!) Use the public transportations when you go out, think about our earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow me, Save E-ner-gy. Don't avoid me, dear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm so hurt, save Earth, save EARTH! Let's start saving energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's crappy, but hey, it has a great message. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save our EARTH people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* can you tell who's the singer of the song? hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-4710460832941123976?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4710460832941123976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/save-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4710460832941123976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/4710460832941123976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/save-earth.html' title='Save EARTH!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6426083736337024843</id><published>2009-06-09T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:12:35.516+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIES'/><title type='text'>Trekkies Moment! An Epic Legendary Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Si5QeJJzYGI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qydu4Ux-hmM/s1600-h/star_trek_2009_poster_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Si5QeJJzYGI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qydu4Ux-hmM/s320/star_trek_2009_poster_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298286518689890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I watched Star Trek with my friends. I was really into the old version so I thought this was going to be a disappointment. But they have proved me wrong! It was awesome, it was cool, it was well written, it was perfect casting Sylar as Spock. And also Chris Pine as J. T. Kirk. I dunno, I really am imp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! out of all the things I could've loved about the movie, I only love one thing. and that is... the young, 17th years old math genius and Whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;z-Kid, Russian navigator, Pavel Chekov. Whose accent have failed him to pronounce 'Victor' into "WICKTOR", played by Anton Yelchin. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Si5Q_IY7lNI/AAAAAAAAALI/U2AzJJKdE6I/s1600-h/anton-yelchin-as-pavel-chekov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Si5Q_IY7lNI/AAAAAAAAALI/U2AzJJKdE6I/s200/anton-yelchin-as-pavel-chekov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298853249389778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anton Yelchin as Pavel Chekov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Павел Чехова, я люблю тебя&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;* If your looking for ratings and what not, go to fariz's blog, he probably wrote it already at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" href="http://vampibots.blogspot.com/"&gt;vampibots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6426083736337024843?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6426083736337024843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/trekkies-moment-epic-legendary-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6426083736337024843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6426083736337024843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/trekkies-moment-epic-legendary-movie.html' title='Trekkies Moment! An Epic Legendary Movie'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Si5QeJJzYGI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qydu4Ux-hmM/s72-c/star_trek_2009_poster_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8732919346669417761</id><published>2009-06-09T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:54:49.369+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>6 girls, and... french Robert Pattinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So the deal with today was... to do the community service. like as fast as we could so we can get all this done with and done for. But unfortunately (or was it fortunately?) the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;re was a misunderstanding and miss-communication, so we can't star right away, though we were let to look around the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to go to Citos to grab some grub. Since we are high school students, with limited money, as usual we went to BURGER KING!!! Sebenernya sih agak bosen juga yaah, secara kalo gw ke citos otomatis makanya langsung aja gitu di BK. dan tentunya, with my sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ecial menu: Mushroom Swiss Burger+Sprite. Ya y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a yaa, same routine as usual laah. Eh ternyata hari ini beda. Hari ini membawa berkah yang cukup besar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the rear corner, and then just when I took my first bite, I turned to my left and there was this... guy. So handsome, he looks like.. Greg Paulus hihi. And then I was everything but gawking at him. And just then his friend went to him and dear god! he was even more B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;eautiful than he was!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ganteng bgt, and he started to speak in French. Dan gw lansung kleper2, karena... hanya karena. I have a thing with french guys :P Dan langsunglah gw dan teman-teman gw melakukan hal-hal yang bodoh. Seakan-akan hari ini adalah hari komedi hahaha. By the way, the ones who were present today at the BK was: Naila, Dila, Cipo, Anggie, Lika, and yours truly. Really, it was all comedy. Everyone was starting forget about their boyfriends one-by-one. Yang pertama udah pasti gw, karena gw emang ga pernah tahan sama bule. Terus dila, waktu si orang kedua itu dateng. Terus sisanya menyusul. Dan disinilah hal-hal norak terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;MISALNYA! Like.. taking picture of the guy as if you were taking a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;icture of yourself. Or... meaning to get some food into your mouth but failed to do so since you're gawking. Terus lika dooong! sumpah itu bego bgt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anggie: (naro hape di meja buat moto si cowo ganteng) Keliatan ga lik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LIka: Hm?? Ganteng kok ganteng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuanya: BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;segitu gantengnya kah orang itu?? But he really was. Utterly handsome. He looks like a french younger version of... I REALLY HATE TO SAY THIS but Robert Pattinson (this does NOT mean I am those girls who are all in awe about him just because he is Edward Cullen and haven't read the book only watch the movie stupid girls!!!). Haha, but really, it was fun :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hello Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjBG_R-WmWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mL5IQJn6Oro/s1600-h/4602_96069825676_587090676_2396952_2087131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjBG_R-WmWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mL5IQJn6Oro/s200/4602_96069825676_587090676_2396952_2087131_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345850810659412322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And note that I brought my holga with me so we were taking silly picture. afjajgoagjoajfasjkfoakj!! I can't wait to see how the pictures turned out. IF it even turns out :S lalalaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before I forgot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDRA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8732919346669417761?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8732919346669417761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-girls-and-french-robert-pattinson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8732919346669417761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8732919346669417761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-girls-and-french-robert-pattinson.html' title='6 girls, and... french Robert Pattinson'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SjBG_R-WmWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mL5IQJn6Oro/s72-c/4602_96069825676_587090676_2396952_2087131_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7667702004869351330</id><published>2009-06-08T20:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:46:23.351+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>freaking comm-serv</title><content type='html'>lalalala tomorrow is community service day...&lt;br /&gt;fcuk man, i don't wanna do this yet i gotta get thru this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SISNAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wasn't invited, but, yeah, cheers girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7667702004869351330?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7667702004869351330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-comm-serv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7667702004869351330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7667702004869351330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-comm-serv.html' title='freaking comm-serv'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7884257288720103739</id><published>2009-06-08T06:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:40:05.041+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><title type='text'>one year of tears and happiness.... and more tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;it is my first anniversary with Aditya Dyan Pratama! love you babe! mmuach mmuach kiss :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;what we did todaay was... well he went to my house, so bloody early in the morning. like 10am. so I just had to drag my ass earlier than most weekends, not to wake up, but to take a shower. i'm a couch potato I'll tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;he arrived, both were wearing just plain tshirt and jeans plus sneakers. then he took out something from his bag and it was... *HALLELUJAH!* my 135bc holga. my baby, my sweet baby. and all I could give him was a tshirt, and my love of course :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;we went strolling to Taman Menteng, taking pictures and just talking. it's nice to be simple like once in awhile. and then we went to eat in ragusa. he was like... "I don't wanna eat too much," since it was my turn to treat him. I was paying, and he's just not that type of guy who would let a girl pay. but I insist, so he ended up eating a lil bit more than he said he would haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened next was we went to Grand Indonesia and just walked around for like about.. 4 hours. It's a big mall, so it wasn't boring like it would in PIM or Citos. we went to the gramedia, it was freaking HUGE. it was two stories shop man. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bring me happiness was damn easy. you just have to buy me dvds. (that rhymes! lol yeay me!) so he brought me to Poins Square. this's the downfall. he wanted to kareoke, but I didn't, so we bicker and ended up having a fight :S and it was annoying and ruined the moment of the day!! shucks. but he apologized and we went to kemang to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drove me home and gave me a quick peck, a hug, and an apology of what happened. it was a good day to end my first annivesary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*point to note, there was no romantic thing or what-so-ever done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** he then apologized about that also and then gave me a letter of how much he loved me and what he felt during the year we spent together. it was oh so sweet! I love you Aditya Dyan Pratama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7884257288720103739?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7884257288720103739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-of-tears-and-happiness-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7884257288720103739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7884257288720103739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-of-tears-and-happiness-and.html' title='one year of tears and happiness.... and more tears.'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7851546792717748758</id><published>2009-06-08T06:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:52:57.122+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Keisha, happy one year anniversary. Thank you for the wonderful year we have spent full of love.  And I hope we will be together next year, and the next, and the next, and the next years after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love you too Aditya! Happy one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7851546792717748758?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7851546792717748758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/keisha-happy-one-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7851546792717748758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7851546792717748758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/keisha-happy-one-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2110291889558507228</id><published>2009-06-07T07:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:16:56.864+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tau gak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koki paling aneh sedunia&lt;/span&gt; itu syapa? Bara Patiradjawane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why??&lt;/span&gt; Karena dia masak sendiri dan makan sendiri dan dia bilang enak sendiri. ahahahaha Way to put it on one man's opinion. But it's okay, I love him as a cook. Come to think of it, Nigella Lawson of &lt;a href="http://www.nigella.com"&gt;Nigella Feasts&lt;/a&gt;, is like that too. She cooks, and then eat it for herself. But of course, her meals are far mor delight than Bara's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hm.. I just realized something. I am a dying con-artist (lebay), an Indie music lover, also KPop addict, loves latin dances, collect stamps, loves cooking, likes to watch people getting tattooed and design tattoos (privately), and loves to learn foreign languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aren't I weird or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2110291889558507228?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2110291889558507228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tau-gak-koki-paling-aneh-sedunia-itu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2110291889558507228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2110291889558507228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tau-gak-koki-paling-aneh-sedunia-itu.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5536900815688440642</id><published>2009-06-06T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:04:24.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LET&apos;S GO ON A TRIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Philately Day with Perpustakan Al-Izhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, big secret (not really) I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; into stamps. And I am a volunteer at my school's library. I owe the library it was my only friend during 7th grade. So it's my way of saying thank you, being a volunteer there. It's like dedicating my weekend, for godsakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So ANYWAY, the library have this philately club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and that club (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which members include almost everyone, no literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE in the library&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few kids from elementary&lt;/span&gt;), and I was... unofficially a helper in it. Erlangga and Faqih listed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; as a member but I have never bought a stamp in my life before. Well I did, but I wasn't as much as a collector as they are. So because of that, I was dragged into the philately field trip which was today, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on Saturda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after UAS, and at 7 o'clock in the morning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dddoooiii!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I arrived 15 minutes late and already I was assigned as a mentor. I had no idea how to deal with kids. Honestly. I'm just good with my own small cousins. Not somebody else's kids. That I'm not good at. I was given 4 children to be taken care of. And I got 4 girls, which are very obedient and very mature. I have NO trouble with them at all. Those girls, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharima, Anissa, Divva, and Dita&lt;/span&gt;, are the smartest kids in the bunch :D&lt;br /&gt;yeay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from Faqih, Erlangga, and I, there were also other mentors. From junior high. Reska, Nazhira, Izzati, and Nasha. We got a long juu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ust fine. I got close to Reska coz he's a kpop addict too and he has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE &lt;/span&gt;sister. Faqih and Erlangga of course bicker around at each other like always... Faqih kept singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sabana, Sahabat Penaa.... Sabana, Sahaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t Penaa...."&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCING TO IT&lt;/span&gt;, of course.. And he baby sat a kid named Avro, he'll make a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;father! Papa Faqiiih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip0lwyQLqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ActX5YvHrcE/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip0lwyQLqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ActX5YvHrcE/s200/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344212099928174242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip1nv97XzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/__uS8H6MFd4/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip1nv97XzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/__uS8H6MFd4/s200/PICT0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344213233580072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Papa Faqih &amp;amp; Avro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip2ZDOgklI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L05bX0CsdoE/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip2ZDOgklI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L05bX0CsdoE/s200/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344214080563483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip2HwDESwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BFCoG7vIh00/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip2HwDESwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BFCoG7vIh00/s200/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344213783357442818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip3IAQSm3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cL9WkD_Tvug/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip3IAQSm3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cL9WkD_Tvug/s200/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344214887219501938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Faq-Erl couple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today was going to be oh SO BORING. But NO! I was wrong, I had the whole concept wrong. Being in philately is fun. I just notice how fun it is to search for a single stamp and putting it into your collection. I was outta my head, I've gone completely mad when I saw those people selling stamps. All I kept thinking about... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijing Olympic 2008 Stamps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a big fan of beijing olympic, I love the mascots, and everything about them I've been cravin for it's stamp. They didn't sell it bohooo. But I got a lot of others for VERY cheap prices :D I got Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast mint (which means new or in good condition) stamps. And also, Mickey Mouse in magazines and American monuments versions. I vowed that I will collect Disney stamps from now on! I'll never thought I'd say this. But I will definitely join Philately club from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erlangga &amp;amp; Faqih Sign me UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5536900815688440642?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5536900815688440642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/philately-day-with-perpustakan-al-izhar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5536900815688440642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5536900815688440642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/philately-day-with-perpustakan-al-izhar.html' title='Philately Day with Perpustakan Al-Izhar'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip0lwyQLqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ActX5YvHrcE/s72-c/PICT0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2801084794996599031</id><published>2009-06-04T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:26:08.351+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>last day people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;okay so maybe it isn't the last. I do still have one more test to go like tomorrow. But why does it feel like I'm vacationing already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;My friends (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the guys&lt;/span&gt;) seemed like they don't care anymore :S they were literally swimming, for couple of hours and ended up watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;movies. And eating ice creams. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOTS &lt;/span&gt;of ice cream. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOTS &lt;/span&gt;of soda.. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6NMLliwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qw6GrM5apNg/s1600-h/4693_111411392781_773352781_2713964_1198496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6NMLliwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qw6GrM5apNg/s200/4693_111411392781_773352781_2713964_1198496_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218274855226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ais. Vito. Irvin. Echol. Anom. Koto. Adit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip57TTlRVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ey1YvSNe56s/s1600-h/4292_111411802781_773352781_2713967_7971878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip57TTlRVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ey1YvSNe56s/s200/4292_111411802781_773352781_2713967_7971878_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344217967530165586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lomba Berenang idenya Koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6I0Joc9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sI2jgugiHSU/s1600-h/4693_111411147781_773352781_2713962_1782439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6I0Joc9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sI2jgugiHSU/s200/4693_111411147781_773352781_2713962_1782439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218199685100498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aweee Echol sama Adit mesra bgt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6sLcHGKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9-G31wgVROE/s1600-h/4693_111411507781_773352781_2713965_1944907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6sLcHGKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9-G31wgVROE/s200/4693_111411507781_773352781_2713965_1944907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218807232043170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The swimming contest Begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6824NaRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OLp_XlFUfDk/s1600-h/4292_111414117781_773352781_2714015_3363546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6824NaRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OLp_XlFUfDk/s200/4292_111414117781_773352781_2714015_3363546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344219093770529042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is how we spent the last day of... well, the day we were supposed to be learning foreing language. Which was simply forgotten because we, or rather they, was so caught up with Goldmember and swimming plus high on sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6yqAoi_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MDHBmnieX3w/s1600-h/4693_111409232781_773352781_2713885_7721843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6yqAoi_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MDHBmnieX3w/s200/4693_111409232781_773352781_2713885_7721843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218918517509106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... I still got some studying done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*the result? I heard the mandarins averaging a 4-6ish. I dunno whether if that's true or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jia You. French kids, hope we did good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2801084794996599031?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2801084794996599031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2801084794996599031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2801084794996599031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-people.html' title='last day people!!!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sip6NMLliwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Qw6GrM5apNg/s72-c/4693_111411392781_773352781_2713964_1198496_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7521297231096624558</id><published>2009-06-02T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:11:04.520+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>the aftermath of math</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okey dokey archie oaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day two of our UUS. That's like the semester test thingy. oh my shit maaan... today I had my third and fourth tests, which was Government and Math, and now I felt like freaking dying. Know why? Everything that me and my friends had studied together for like few hours, wasn't even freaking questioned!! Do you know why I can be so... relax today? because at least I had passed Math. And tomorrow is only Chemistry, which isn't as hard. So! I can at least sit in front of the computer for awhile now.. beside I have to browse a few stuffs. For tomorrow's test. lalalaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like yesterday, I went to Ais' house. The intention was for us (Adit, Ais, Anom, Edsel, Hirzi, Indra, Irvin, Koto &amp;amp; I) to study together. Yes, I was the only girl, but hey, who cares. Anyway, what we ended up to do was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUiFLCINcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fh_PHUELX4I/s1600-h/4292_110526582781_773352781_2698904_88384_n.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUkA4JgaDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a9taYXes0LQ/s1600-h/4292_110526852781_773352781_2698922_6826826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUkA4JgaDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a9taYXes0LQ/s200/4292_110526852781_773352781_2698922_6826826_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342716130435819570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUiFLCINcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fh_PHUELX4I/s1600-h/4292_110526582781_773352781_2698904_88384_n.jpg"&gt;                       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUiFLCINcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fh_PHUELX4I/s200/4292_110526582781_773352781_2698904_88384_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342714005201368514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that is what we did, well, they did, I just took the picture. They were so hyped up doing this! and they wanted to do it again on Thursday. Yes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they even scheduled it..&lt;/span&gt; lalalalaaaa. What a bunch of freaking buffoons. But, hey, they are my buffoons. And then we did managed to study with of course few interruptions here and there. But yeah, we studied. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;this &lt;/span&gt;much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL HAVE TO STUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people, will write as soon as I can~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7521297231096624558?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7521297231096624558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/aftermath-of-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7521297231096624558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7521297231096624558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/aftermath-of-math.html' title='the aftermath of math'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiUkA4JgaDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a9taYXes0LQ/s72-c/4292_110526852781_773352781_2698922_6826826_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7031412790382043945</id><published>2009-05-31T07:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:38:32.318+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv addict'/><title type='text'>this is super late but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caution: This post, is a fan girl post. You're not gonna see this often tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SHARK WON!!! TEAM SHAWN &amp;amp; MARK FREAKING WON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;lalalaaaa, where the hell have I been! I was so caught up with everything else, that I didn't even watched the finale until this morning. What an idiot. I knew Kris Allen won, I don't even care, I don't even watch American Idol anymore. American Idol 7? 8? yeah, that season, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. It's such a rip-off, it tore it's own reputation man. All I kept hearing about was: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam, Adam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam, Adam&lt;/span&gt;. And no offense, honestly, I'm NO basher, I love gays, ask my friend how much I love them, I don't mind being a P-FLAG mom, honestly. But, Adam is too flashy.. I admit, he can sing, maybe he can sing anything. I dunno, I NEVER watch him, but he's just.. too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overrated&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like anything about that guy. I'm sick hearing his name. Because... honestly, isn't he the ONLY contestant that everybody talk about? Might as well do a one man show and send the other contestants home. It's completely pointless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't interested at all.&lt;/span&gt; But, hey, it's just me. I don't care about AI this season. AT ALL. And that is a FIRST! I've been a fan, a huge one, and yet, I'm dissapointed. Not fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on being Dancing With the Stars fan! Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot funner, I'd tell you. You can diss about how fat they get (not that I would), or checking on the men's fine bod. There are a lot hot guys, more than you would find in AI. But hey, then again, that's just me. Not much Indonesian appreciate Latin Dance, so for them it might be a boring thing. Not me. Anyway! This is what I'm talking bout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiHfDp-hNxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IVUwgqnYXHI/s1600-h/large_dancing+finale+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiHfDp-hNxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IVUwgqnYXHI/s200/large_dancing+finale+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795886938797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;With only l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ess than 1% difference&lt;/span&gt;, Shawn &amp;amp; Mark barely won the competition. After somewhat months, they chose Cha-ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;a &amp;amp; Paso, plus freestyle as their last dances. And they tied with frenchman (hawt!) Gilles Marini with 88 points. Honestly, I don't anybody thought they would won (win?). Everybody was rooting for them, of course, but I dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o about winning. I'd always thought they would just make it to top 2, that's it. But hey, they did win. I love their expression, they choked. They didn't cry, they didn't scream. Choke, that's was the first thing they did. Which was hilarious. Mark was oh-so-proud of his little baby. I WISHED! if there was some kind of miracle dating a minor is legal that Mark would date Shawn. He's head over heels for her, and vice versa. But hey, she's a freaking jail bait. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's MY AGE&lt;/span&gt; and an Olimpic Winner, and now DWTS winner too, youngest in history hihi. Good for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7031412790382043945?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7031412790382043945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-super-late-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7031412790382043945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7031412790382043945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-super-late-but.html' title='this is super late but...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiHfDp-hNxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IVUwgqnYXHI/s72-c/large_dancing+finale+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7233232083501240696</id><published>2009-05-30T18:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:54:51.357+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>girls, girls, girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;okay, to prove that I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a sexist, I will also make this post, okayy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;remember my previous post, entitled&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-boys-boys.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;boys,boys,boys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I've some thoughts that us girls aren't as innocent either. We are just as bad. Like literally the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girls have this silly things we called &lt;strong&gt;'tantrums'&lt;/strong&gt;. We are selfish and get triggered very easily. Why? don't ask me, I'm just the same. Boys would probably have a hard time to understand us. To make us happy. Because it's a very hard thing to do. I am watching &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt; as I type, and let me tell you something, they are everything that's wrong about us women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Women always wanted to know everything, every single little thing there is to know. On everything. Whether it is about dissing someone, a thing we usually called 'gossiping', or about our lovers personal opinion, again, on everything. This, is not healthy. Not AT ALL. I just realized that now. Because, in reality, one's true opinion hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Women always wanted to know the truth. They want people, especially their lover, to be dead right honest. But when they found out the truth. It's not always fun and games. They complain. Yes girls, we do, don't they to deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A scenario will go like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Honey, do you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Why of course, baby. Why do you ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Will you ever marry me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Uhmm... about that... I dunno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*insert anger here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;or another common scenario, this happens a lot trust me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Do you think I look fat in this? Be HONEST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Yes baby, no, you look good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Good? Yes, no? which is it??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: No, you look just fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: uhmmm... you're just saying that, i told you to be honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( a guy should just stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;right here&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: You do seem like you put on a little weight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And kaboom kapoosh, all hell break loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We are liars, the best liars. We are hypocrites, backstabbers on each other if we are after the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Women have one weakness, but it's a severe one: Fashion. Once we reached the age of teen, we know what's in and what's out. It's a good thing. You sure don't wanna wear a potato sack for your prom, you have to know you're style. But, once we know it a bit too much, we have a lotta wants and not enough cash to buy everything to fill our closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And come to think of it, the 7 deadly sins apply to us women. Lust (of course), Greed (double CHECK), Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, and of course, the biggest sin a woman could have is: Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like my previous post, also, I will also point out the good things about Women. Women are hard to predict, when we have our monthly period, we're a bitch. A total one. When we're in labour, we're also a bitch. We bite or husband, throwing things at them. But, that's the point. We gave birth. Men shouldn't care whether we bit their ears off or not. We're delivering a child! A head will come out out of our 4inch opening. We carry a baby inside our body, our stomach, for approximately 9 months, and then gave birth. We deliver lives into this world. So be thankful. We take care of the house (most of us at least), we cook, we give men the sensitivity that they need. &lt;strong&gt;Actually, I do not have to explain to you why women are SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;. it's just because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WE ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Women are special. It's written in the Qur'an. What kinda other bloody proof do you need??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7233232083501240696?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7233232083501240696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-girls-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7233232083501240696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7233232083501240696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-girls-girls.html' title='girls, girls, girls...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-1363615677485562522</id><published>2009-05-30T15:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:11:13.969+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my freedom has been taken away... (and they said it's a free country)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAST DAY OF FREEDOM PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just going to post everything I can write, anything that I can think of. Maybe mostly just thoughts. But I dunno. we shall see. oh how I hate UAS. Do you know where I'm seated? &lt;strong&gt;IN FRONT OF THE CLASS. FIRST ROW AND A TABLE AWAY FROM THE TEACHER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; What the hell is wrong with that??? If I had wanted to sit in front, during tests, I would name myself Aira, because only people named with 'A' usually sits in front row on tests.. *sig* how the hell am I supposed to cheat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, people, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I CHEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like most normal people do. Cheating, is not that big of a sin. So do it! hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, it's just... I don't cheat that much, I ask, how to process a problem, and then I think of my own answers. Get it? people usually cheats &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. I got texted for answers pretty often on daily tests. But I cheat too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh how I'm craving for hot romantic guys.. where have they ben all my life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiEFYAmfV5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7o2D3Hq5g/s1600-h/n773352781_1989701_9717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341556543074555794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiEFYAmfV5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7o2D3Hq5g/s200/n773352781_1989701_9717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want them now in front of my eyes, so I can suck all those romantic side of them with a peculiar machine and then put it into Adit's body. I swear, that guy, whom I claim as my boyfriend, does NOT have a romantic side AT ALL! and he doesn't have any tolerance for sensitivity either. But hey, I love him hihi. Wait, that's quite a strong word. Well, I really, really, really, really,really,really, like him. :D (Now, I know he's going to comment this. Like straight in front of my face, but I don't care.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(that's him btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiEFYAmfV5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7o2D3Hq5g/s1600-h/n773352781_1989701_9717.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-1363615677485562522?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1363615677485562522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-freedom-has-been-taken-away-and-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1363615677485562522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/1363615677485562522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-freedom-has-been-taken-away-and-they.html' title='my freedom has been taken away... (and they said it&apos;s a free country)'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SiEFYAmfV5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7o2D3Hq5g/s72-c/n773352781_1989701_9717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7377876920590959207</id><published>2009-05-29T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:26:23.324+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what's fun to do? watching old cartoons and singing their corny them songs!&lt;br /&gt;Captain Tsubasa, Let's &amp;amp; Go, Honey Bee Hutch, Ninja Hattori are the ones that had been invading my childhood. And they are awsome! I've been singing the whole morning, hihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7377876920590959207?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7377876920590959207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-whats-fun-to-do-watching-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7377876920590959207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7377876920590959207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-whats-fun-to-do-watching-old.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7982896357991014314</id><published>2009-05-27T19:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:11:19.943+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>ASS-ignments are crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;see, in order to graduate, aside of having daily tests, and experiments (since I'm a science applied student), or the big FINAL exams. us students have this crappy-shitty thing called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS-ignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, with capital &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these assignments are the one making my head dizzy for the last few days... *sigh* all the freaking assignments have to be turn in by 4 o'clock on Friday. Lalalalaaaa. and incase you didn't know.. my school has this thing every year. '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KARYA ILMIAH'.&lt;/span&gt; the thing that nobody wanted to do. except they are cracked in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am working on the chapter two of my own so called 'karya ilmiah' and I swore, this thing is excrutiatingly, painfully boring! I've been working on it for... since like 8 am this morning, at school. Stealing all the time that I can get working on this bloody thing. And it's NOT finished. Not even half way done.. shit man. I'm gonna go kill my self now. LALALALALALALAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your writer signing out to kill her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all because a shitty thing called: KI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people, Arivederci, Au Revoir, Ahnikiseyo, Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( you can really tell how random I am rite now..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you Santa (namely Adit)  for giving me a very early christmas present, I got my Holga! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7982896357991014314?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7982896357991014314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ass-ignments-are-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7982896357991014314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7982896357991014314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ass-ignments-are-crap.html' title='ASS-ignments are crap!'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3246160130120833104</id><published>2009-05-25T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:22:23.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>couples that made me fantasize even more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Austin Aims &amp;amp; Sam Martin (A Cinderella Story) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 272px; height: 181px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.reellifewisdom.com/files/images/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come’ on what are the chances of this happen in real life?? Hello people, the hottest guy in school who’s really all that and a quarter-back would fall for the geek? Will, she's a pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;geek, but still. And isn't Austin just dreamy? *sigh...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie Sullivan &amp;amp; Landon Carter (A Walk to Remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 285px; height: 181px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://suricate.mattelau.net/blocked/imageblocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this couple is just oh so sweet. Landon didn't need to ask question just to make Jamie happy. He just does. Willingly and full heartedly. Literally anything to make Jamie happy. Something my boyfriend oughta do more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Foster &amp;amp; Ben Calder (Chasing Liberty)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 270px; height: 270px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/040107/125336__cl_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are travelling couple, oh so care free and adventurou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daphne Reynolds &amp;amp; Ian Wallace (What a Girl Wants)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sh09601vkzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yasl3t-tSxg/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sh09601vkzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yasl3t-tSxg/s200/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340492813957042994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the guy, he looks like my previous crush. hihihi. and he's so nice, teaching her all he knew about being a debutant. and he always made her feel a bit better everytime things get tough. And he took her to a flea market.. I dunno why but it made me go 'awee'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nora Clark &amp;amp; Tyler Gage (Step Up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us0.meadd.com/photos/08/08/13/23/5750834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 413px;" src="http://us0.meadd.com/photos/08/08/13/23/5750834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's just something about dancing, swaying those hips together. Mixing a lil bit hip hop and classic, perfect couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3246160130120833104?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3246160130120833104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/couples-that-made-me-fantasize-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3246160130120833104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3246160130120833104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/couples-that-made-me-fantasize-even.html' title='couples that made me fantasize even more...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sh09601vkzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yasl3t-tSxg/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5729234697022739530</id><published>2009-05-25T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:50:00.491+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine, who's appearance tough and annoying. Speaks too loud that made people sigh or even wince every time they were near him. Who's jokes were rude and cruel and dry. Who acts like the coolest person in our year.&lt;br /&gt;I was never the one who ever been close to him. Not close enough for him to pit my number into his contact list and vice versa. Not close enough that we would talk in a deep conversation. Not close enough that I had to make assumptions to describe him. After all I've only shared one year with him..&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought that he was a snob, an all talk know-it-all even though he's actually a total air-head. A guy who would never wanted to talk to me and would always look down at me. Well maybe that part was half true, but this morning I was slightly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't like that at all. He spoke softly and well mannered. He even asked to help me doing what I was doing. Actually talking to me, asking how I was. While I had never done those thing before to him. Because I had those assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;I learned from this never to judge a book by it's cover again. (even when sometimes the cover can already show enough of it's content).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5729234697022739530?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5729234697022739530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-of-mine-whos-appearance-tough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5729234697022739530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5729234697022739530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-of-mine-whos-appearance-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8742236094486063248</id><published>2009-05-25T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:37:50.625+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>the time when school sucks big time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;a lotta things happen today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Announcement of new UNIFORMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;2. I think I might get my holga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;3. blog walking can cause a whole catastrophe (a fun one) and controversial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;4. Had a lotta thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;5. Got robbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;hm.. first thing's first. the new uniforms SUCK BIG TIME. Wtf? we have to wear vest yet again? helloooooo! not that I have anything against my school's vest. I loved that vest, it was our school's trademark. but that was when I was in middle school. because vest suits perfectly with those rimpled skirts. but we wearing a.. I dunno what 'kulot' is in english, yeah that. that skirt that looks like a pencil skirt where infact it's a pants. now we had to wear that. and we had to wear batik. it was okay at first, because I thought we would wear like anything we want as long as it's decent and a batik like it was first planned. But nosirreee. we had to wear those kinda thing that public school wears.. ugh.. disgusting.. no offense, but I really DONT LIKE PUBLIC SCHOOL's batik. that's why I never even applied to any public school. shallow reason, I know. but come on, you must agree that they are hideous. and then the boys had to wear ties. checked ties. 'kotak-kotak'. like from our school's skirt/vest materials... omg.. it's like our school is changing into a school for lame people... 'Welcome to Al-Izhar, school of lame and weird people', lalalaa. I'm gonna say it, whoever decide these kinda things, like... changing the school uniforms, or combining 4 school's BIGGEST events into 1 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tnpa bantuin dan ngasih uang... nambah2in acara lagi.. lalala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there's too far alot that I can't even remember... lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, screw that. but I think I might get my holga! yeaaay. I just can't wait. I wanna hold it in my hands so baaad!I can feel it in my hand already. it's not even a done deal yet and I already asked my friends how to use it and so on and so forth. I want is so baaad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8742236094486063248?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8742236094486063248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-when-school-sucks-big-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8742236094486063248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8742236094486063248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-when-school-sucks-big-time.html' title='the time when school sucks big time'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2185199784748094351</id><published>2009-05-23T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:19:03.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish-list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holga'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't know why. I really don't know why. Honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I'm obsessed to have a LOMO. Yes, those toy plastic cameras, cheaper than normal cameras because normal cameras now costs like more than 2 million (the good ones that it). I was never the one who's interested in those kind of thing. Truth to be told I was way more interested in LSR, because... well it's just plainly awesome. But I don't know why, all I do know when I'm online is trying to find a holga to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I actually know when it happens. I was just browsing through those online shops in facebook that I wrote before. And then there was one picture that was tagged on to the shop's photo gallery. And then there he was. My baby. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A white holga 135bc...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The white figures, so sleek and small, it really did grow on me. I love it's feature. Especially the monkey on the box! That's what drew me to it, actually. I'm a monkey lover :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take pictures. Honestly, capturing moving motions into one piece of paper is one of my hobbies, aside from others. Actually, it's my obsession.Unfortunately I've never had one of my own. So I had to borrow friends, uncles, and such. It's a torture. I've heard about lomo before but I was never interested. Because it's really complicated especially back then when I was just... 13? And the holga I saw was black. It looked so dull and boring.. So I wasn't interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT NOW I AM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear god, what are the chances that someone will buy me a holga. The White Holga 120CFN starter kit. Or Holga 135bc. Either way would do..&lt;br /&gt;If anyone know where to buy, the most possibly cheapest place to buy those two, please be kind enough to tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for tonight, gotta go to my aunt's birthday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Edge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2185199784748094351?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2185199784748094351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2185199784748094351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2185199784748094351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-422001598931794041</id><published>2009-05-21T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:17:30.856+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frieends'/><title type='text'>Pejaten Village with Aditya, Erlangga, Faqih</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;alritey ritey&lt;br /&gt;just got home from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pejaten Village&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck est mall in South Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;. Literally there was nothing to do there except: watch XXI. Well, there is a few shops, but it was pretty much Empty..&lt;br /&gt;But things were pretty much just as fun because I went with Adi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t, Erlangga, &amp;amp; Faqih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;They never shut up..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(rolling eyes and groaning..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, Faqih and Erlangga bickers like an old couple. They are much worse than my grandparents. But they were hell funny. And all they did was.. EAT! Hahaha. As soon as I arrive, the first thing that came out of Erlangga's mouth was: "Kei, gw laper. Cari makan yuk. Di food court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; abal2 an itu," ahaha yowess.. kita makan. Soon as Adit came, we ate. Masakan Manado is the best!! As if that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; wasn't enough, Erlangga then said: "Aduh, gw pgn makan yohert deh.. (what he meant is yogurt) J.Co yuk!" lalalaaa hijrah lah kami ke J.Co where we met Faqih. And then after that.. the two of them (Faqih-Erlangga) went to Ah-Mei Restaurant to eat again. Lalalalaaaaa hahaha   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that. We watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which was helluva funny! Double Dexter and new characters also. But unfortunately they didnt show enough of handsome Akhmenrah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShVFe1VnysI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XxTvtZ-UXP4/s1600-h/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShVFe1VnysI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XxTvtZ-UXP4/s200/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338249329333750466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then... pretty much nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Except for looking at all those sales they had!There was a... I dunno, all the branded things were on sale. It was crazy. There was topshop-man, zara, pull&amp;amp;bear, massimo dutti... Oh, there was this girl, she's probably went crazy and literally jumped from one section to another (mostly she spents time at the topshop counter) and pulling out clothes like there tomorrow! She's a very dedicated shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the 'Branded Shoes Bazaar'. Damn I love that place. There's that ankle boots that I really want! But unfortunately I didn't  bring much money. In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShVEEJLuZcI/AAAAAAAAAII/RTMkm9sPLxE/s1600-h/pejaten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShVEEJLuZcI/AAAAAAAAAII/RTMkm9sPLxE/s200/pejaten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338247771292853698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Place suck!! (except for the shoe bazzar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-422001598931794041?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/422001598931794041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pejaten-village-with-aditya-erlangga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/422001598931794041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/422001598931794041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pejaten-village-with-aditya-erlangga.html' title='Pejaten Village with Aditya, Erlangga, Faqih'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShVFe1VnysI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XxTvtZ-UXP4/s72-c/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5110217623154629507</id><published>2009-05-20T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:02:29.030+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Batik Day Is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey hey, today is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BATIK DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at my school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's awesome. Because this is the time where we can preserve our nationality. We should do this more ofte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n, but not once week. maybe a few times in a couple of months. So, in order of... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Kebangkitan Nasional'&lt;/span&gt;, everyone in my school had to wear traditional clothes, or at least Batik (which most of us preferred). &lt;/span&gt;And everyone was wearing different stuffs. Like say... a batik dress, a kebaya, or just plain batik shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP9QSQVndI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MGvpoeNH8yA/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP9QSQVndI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MGvpoeNH8yA/s200/IMG_1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337888439584267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fadhila Fasya Widjanarko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShQAWLxMA7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XAb91iEl2qo/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShQAWLxMA7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XAb91iEl2qo/s200/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337891839457100722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adilla, Avridya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP9rVYfQbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zejl46t02zs/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP9rVYfQbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zejl46t02zs/s200/IMG_1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337888904280228274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(guess the plus one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP_RZQuHgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aI3BmCiPnaA/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP_RZQuHgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aI3BmCiPnaA/s200/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337890657668046338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Beats' Owners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lika Rani Scilla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShQMSBNyjiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5f3xHUxcups/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShQMSBNyjiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5f3xHUxcups/s200/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904962044333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pak Nanang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (cool ya paak?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes people.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Batik is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Not malaysia, not anywhere else... (no offense, but s'true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5110217623154629507?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5110217623154629507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/batik-day-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5110217623154629507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5110217623154629507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/batik-day-is-fun.html' title='Batik Day Is Fun'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShP9QSQVndI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MGvpoeNH8yA/s72-c/IMG_1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-721275783073251054</id><published>2009-05-18T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:51:44.656+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>just keep blogging, blogging,blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gurae nan noerago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;naega micheonabaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;these are the words that's invading my head.. Like seriously nonstop. But hey, I don't mind. They're good songs. hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;see, I'm addicted to this stuff. Blogging. Litterally. If not, why do I even post everyday? Yes, I post everyday! Omg, I posted everyday, does this mean I don't have a life or something? Well, I dunno, I don't care. Does anyone even care that I make post or not? Or even that I quit blogging? I'm just doing this for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I like to write. And I'm learning to type since I suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY BUSWAY!&lt;br /&gt;I studied biology, yet again, like yesterday. It was sex ed yet again also... lalalalaaaa. It's gross. Especially having a teacher that you know is really religious, telling you the steps of... 'doing it'. Which of course, through movies (no, not from blue films, just plain movies!), I already know. But he said it, so excitedly. "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Iya, jadi, tahapnya itu, pertama kissing, terus necking, terus petting, baru deh begitu, melakukan! Tapi jgn disalah gunakan yaa!&lt;/span&gt;" Aduh, pak, syapa juga yang mau nyalah gunain... yang ada saya udah jijik duluan gara2 bapak yang ngasih tau... Why do the teachers had to be so freakin' frigid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm addicted to nowadays is... those online stores in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;it's really something, weird, I know. But actually, if you look kind of hard enough, you'll fine good things for a good price there. I just found a leather jacket for a price less than Rp.150k. See? It's not all that bad. I just bought a dress for less than Rp.100k. So I'm gonna keep looking :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it for today people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is your writer signing out, CIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-721275783073251054?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/721275783073251054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-keep-blogging-bloggingblogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/721275783073251054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/721275783073251054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-keep-blogging-bloggingblogging.html' title='just keep blogging, blogging,blogging'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-205280977123228792</id><published>2009-05-17T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:19:50.327+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>NABILA'S SWEET 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's little nabila's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (if she ever read th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is... I'm dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend/classmate/fellow V.I.P/donghae lover had her bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rthday on the 14th of May! Yet, I teased her for being little that day and she teased me for being 16. Hm... that just hit the spot. I hate being 16!! Anyway, she celebrated it yesterday, and it was fun :D (and I also promised not to call her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;little that night, love you naab :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAaJpm7eoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XrEdM11XuF4/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAaJpm7eoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XrEdM11XuF4/s200/IMG_1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336794311524317826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAapfOFUtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7AH8i1tf8Rg/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAapfOFUtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7AH8i1tf8Rg/s200/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336794858491564754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAbZsd7DLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tgt4t9-0efs/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAbZsd7DLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tgt4t9-0efs/s200/IMG_1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336795686681382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAbw5iNJqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WYhtQCQXZj4/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAbw5iNJqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WYhtQCQXZj4/s200/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336796085325997730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The party decorations I like very much, she said it's from David Tuttera, so of course it's good. It was fun. I dunno why  I really had fun, because honestly I really thought I wouldn't  (no offense, I was in a very bad mood).  Anyway, not much of people would celebrate their 17th birthday bash mixing their friends and their family, sometimes it would clash. But last night it was okay. I really had fun! Tx for inviting me :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-205280977123228792?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/205280977123228792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/nabilas-sweet-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/205280977123228792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/205280977123228792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/nabilas-sweet-17.html' title='NABILA&apos;S SWEET 17'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/ShAaJpm7eoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XrEdM11XuF4/s72-c/IMG_1003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-6970961560026273070</id><published>2009-05-17T20:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:47:15.803+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally a day with the family... I haven't been able to be with my family for about a week now. So now, here I am, residing at my grandma's house (from my mom's side, whom I have not seen for two months...) which is located somewhere in Tebet. The whole family, well, almost is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been in and out of my house for the last week, so this is the day when I am literally at home. Inside a building people called a house. It was kinda a very busy week for me... last weekends I had that wedding of a cousin of mine, and then on monday I had that trip with my friends to Ancol. Of course at Tuesday there was Koto &amp;amp; Dira's joint birthday, wednesday through friday I have to work on my presentation for Plasa. And then just last night, I have Nabila's 17th birthday party &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was AWE-some!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well anyway, here I am... enjoying every bit of moment of it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's always fun to bee with your family :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-6970961560026273070?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6970961560026273070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-day-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6970961560026273070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/6970961560026273070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-day-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-8242390565180658696</id><published>2009-05-16T15:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:25:51.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish-list'/><title type='text'>I WANT ONE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53743bbEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Da1ou1kPFOc/s1600-h/WoodyHolga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53743bbEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Da1ou1kPFOc/s200/WoodyHolga1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336334479241473090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53zI44HnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xGoS3Y8ouL8/s1600-h/ChildsPlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53zI44HnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xGoS3Y8ouL8/s200/ChildsPlay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336334328923692658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53d4tbapI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfQEH0BzvSc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53d4tbapI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfQEH0BzvSc/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336333963803454098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows how much (and how bad) I want this...&lt;br /&gt;somebody love me enough to buy me one? purrty please?? No? Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-8242390565180658696?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8242390565180658696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8242390565180658696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/8242390565180658696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-one.html' title='I WANT ONE...'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sg53743bbEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Da1ou1kPFOc/s72-c/WoodyHolga1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-2974106114994909005</id><published>2009-05-16T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:47:34.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'>three most important 'L' in the world</title><content type='html'>Laugh, Love, Life...&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that the three things keeping human intact,&lt;br /&gt;keeping them in sanity.&lt;br /&gt;these three things, they are connected one to another,&lt;br /&gt;and without one the others will crumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh keeps life and love colorful, not monotonous like.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how successful the person could be, without the two others it'll worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But then why do the mankind always neglect these three?&lt;br /&gt;As if they are some kind of old toys that you don't use anymore and placed on the back shelf.&lt;br /&gt;But also like old toys, they will always be there and cheer us up when we need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-2974106114994909005?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2974106114994909005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-most-important-l-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2974106114994909005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/2974106114994909005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-most-important-l-in-world.html' title='three most important &apos;L&apos; in the world'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-677132266704561391</id><published>2009-05-15T12:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:04:46.050+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What would I do without entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lalalalala pici piliii, what a random daaay :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;today supposedly be one of the most important days for my batch. But yeah, turn out it was just another day with nothing to dooo :S Honestly &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE'S NOTHING TO DOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kayaknya gw mau mencoba seperti adek gw yang satu post isinya bahasa indonesia.. mengalay sedikit lah untuk satu hari. Karena memang hari ini lagi sangat random. Dan bahasa indonesia toh ga jelek2 bgt. Kecuali saya nulis pake bahasa malaysia yang menggunakan 'mak cik' dan 'pak cik' ataupun 'awak'. Yaaa pokoknya i lop bhs indo laaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jadi intinya dari hari ini itu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Dateng keskolah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Pake baju tidur tasik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. Presentasi PLASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Baca2 dan nulis blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Gosip gosip sama Tara &amp;amp; Dilla, which is always fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pake baju tidur di skolah membuat gw sangat amat ngantuk. Beneran deh. yaa mengurang rasa deg2an di dadaaa. Hahaha bahasanya alay. Yaaa pokoknya intinya begitu lah. Untungnya presentasi dapet juri yang cool abis dan ga banyak komentar (Pak Iwan ya paaak hahahaha) jadi kita santai2 ajaa hihihihi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Terus, gw ganti baju, makan, becanda2 ga jelas gitu di kantin dan balik ke kelas untuk belajar ttg alat reproduksi. Yang sumpah... agak sesuatu sih sebenernyaa. Emang sih gw udah pernah belajar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sex education'&lt;/span&gt; waktu dulu bgt waktu gw masih sangat mudaa, tapi gw ga pernah blajar sambil dikasih liat gambar2 yang g mengenakan. Trus dikasih gambaran yg agak jijik klo dibayangin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lalu.. Gw blog walking ke blog tmn2 gw. Juga ke blog2 lain yg sedang menarik perhatian banyak orang.. Dan ternyata ada satu blog gitu yang menarik banyak perhatian masyarakat Al Izhar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You know damn well what I'm talking abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Banyak bgt yang meng-comment blog satu ini.. Apakah memang karena mereka bener2 trtarik atau cuma iseng2 untuk kesenangan semata aja... yaaa gw sih bacanya untuk kesenangan semataa, dan hanya baca comment2 ajaa (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; inti dari yang bagian ini adalaaah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalo terjadi apa2, dosanya kita tanggung bersama yaaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Satu yang gw suka dari jadi cewek adalah ngegosip. Duh, dunia tuh bakal hampa bgt deh tanpa gosip. G usah pada muna deh cewek2. Gosip tuh enak kaan? Say it with me: "gosip itu enak". Apalagi kalo gosipin orang2 yang lo ga terlalu sukaa.. Wuiss mantep deh.  Ya ya yaa emang mungkin agak jahat sih, ngejelek2in orang, terlebih kalo orangnya itu ternyata temen lo sendiri wahahaha backstabber bgt yow. Tapi ya sudahlah, kodrat wanita untuk nge-gosip. Mau gimana lagi? Entertainment plg murah yang cuma modal suara dan mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, cape hahaha. udah dulu yaaa. Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-677132266704561391?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/677132266704561391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-i-do-without-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/677132266704561391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/677132266704561391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-i-do-without-entertainment.html' title='What would I do without entertainment'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-7618679160657587502</id><published>2009-05-14T05:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:19:08.917+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv addict'/><title type='text'>Cut or Reserved??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In case you haven't know (know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n? oh screw grammar), I am a big tv series watcher. And I follow a few series. And this months, a few are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; gettin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;g the cut. As in... cancelled. As in... ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my life. NOT. okay, exaggerating. But, yeah, kinda loosing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The ones that I'm not really surp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;rise of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Prison Break (4 seasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the thing, when you have a show called 'Prison Break' which means 'breaking out of the prison', o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nce the characters are already out in the open, your show is pretty much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a done deal. Why extend it for way too long just running around? They should've just cut it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the second season. To make it a very good unforgettable show. But no, they had to make it longer. Which makes it turn fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;om the coolest show ever, to the lamest ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtbZYwIhqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1TQT6vQ-wA/s1600-h/Prison_break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458675249677986" style="width: 93px; cursor: pointer; height: 136px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtbZYwIhqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1TQT6vQ-wA/s200/Prison_break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sgtdm0SEspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/24lD46YwYjQ/s1600-h/1175795462_009117300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461105001345682" style="width: 94px; cursor: pointer; height: 135px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sgtdm0SEspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/24lD46YwYjQ/s200/1175795462_009117300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtenstdiDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4Evd3cff9c/s1600-h/33caslt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462219660232754" style="width: 103px; cursor: pointer; height: 135px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtenstdiDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4Evd3cff9c/s200/33caslt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtfBhr99fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NespbH1HEMo/s1600-h/prison_break_ver4_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462663377778162" style="width: 93px; cursor: pointer; height: 135px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtfBhr99fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NespbH1HEMo/s200/prison_break_ver4_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtenstdiDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d4Evd3cff9c/s1600-h/33caslt.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Awesome)                             (Ooh they got out)                     (Lost interest...)                           (They're still on tv?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ht Rider (1 season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't make me start! you do know why. This series SUCKS, even back in the 80s hahaha. A story about a smart car when we were already introduced to Transformer and... real smart cars (they exists... I want one) is a bad idea. And it's a Hasslehoff spin-off, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Gym Partner's a Monkey (4 Seasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I love this show, Ben Lyons! tears tears tears. I'm maybe somewhat 16 but I love this show. I watch it every 5pm at home. Sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by my 5 years old cousin. Why? The show is funny! goddamn you cartoon networks. Haha. exaggerating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pushing Daisies (2 Seasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be really wrong. Everybody was so caught up with the vampire thingy they forgot about the pushing daisies! Everyone was on craze for them back when they premiered the show. But I dunno, Not a watcher myself hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtoMh_Un7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JXQEYpEJCKw/s1600-h/pushing_daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335472748042166194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 112px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtoMh_Un7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JXQEYpEJCKw/s200/pushing_daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;RESERVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Even if Dustin Milligan's not coming back next season, Matt Lanter (who plays Liam) will be there. Not as a recurring character, but as a main cast! Yeay, he's hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alrite, since everybody so caught up with the movie twilight, and vampire lovers are on the rise (but, seriously people, Twilight the movie sucks) this might be a good show for them. Well, I'm not the one who's complaining. So far, I'm entertained. I love it because it was created by the same guy who created Six's Feet Under. So the story line's quite good. Pretty entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dancin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g With the Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Need I say more? Like... the greatest show ever. Forget American Idols. DWTS is the hottest thing right now. I mean... I myself love dances (Latin that is), so this is a very good show. Given a few seasons, they could really beat AI. And... the contestants are unpredictable. Plus, Maksim Chmerkovskiy, Mark Ballas, Tony Dovolani. Okay, I bet nobody know they are, but... hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I do not have to explain how good this show is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sad Sad news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucas Scott leaving Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sgvg9-Ep0II/AAAAAAAAAEw/fBzhF6LwpL4/s1600-h/leyton-request.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/Sgvg9-Ep0II/AAAAAAAAAEw/fBzhF6LwpL4/s200/leyton-request.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605538789642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's saad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chad Michael Murray said he has not renew his contract for the seventh season of one tree hill. As so does  his partner in the show, Hillary Burton. Both have not yet renewed their contracts as of the last day of filming. It seems that our beloved Leyton is to leave their hometown of Tree Hill.  But seriously, what would One Tree Hill do without Lucas? And Peyton for that matter! Both are the very main character, aren't they? What the hell is wrong with the world! The couple will make their last curtain call on Monday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas I'm going to miss you baby. You accompanied me through my basketball phase!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-7618679160657587502?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7618679160657587502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-or-reserved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7618679160657587502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/7618679160657587502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-or-reserved.html' title='Cut or Reserved??'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SgtbZYwIhqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q1TQT6vQ-wA/s72-c/Prison_break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3057888028332689158</id><published>2009-05-13T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:42:58.048+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not.... have a cold mind and have an affair (lalalalaaa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya allah kuatkanlah iman kuu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. wanna know why??&lt;br /&gt;Karena entah kenapa lagi banyak bgt cowok cowok ganteng disekitar gw!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, like in 5 days prior, there are like... I dunno, somewhat HAWT guys surrounding me. And why do they have to come now? Now that I am in a relationship? Now that I have been in for one bloody year (well, almost). Now that it's on a rocky road.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey, it's on a rocky road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside me said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"screw it, he doesn't treat you rite anyway, call that guy whose number is in your cellphone and you know he's hot, so call!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the angel inside me said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there are  maybe hotter guys than him, but can he stand you and handle you well like your curent boyfriend does?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, so... yeah, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;but one question lingers... KENAPA SEKARANG????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3057888028332689158?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3057888028332689158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-not-have-cold-mind-and-have-affair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3057888028332689158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3057888028332689158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-not-have-cold-mind-and-have-affair.html' title='Let&apos;s Not.... have a cold mind and have an affair (lalalalaaa)'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-237519684973171664</id><published>2009-05-13T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:43:53.690+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random posts'/><title type='text'>Love Love Love Story Part.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As you know I already posted the exact same post before entitled 'Love Love Love' before, only part 1. This is part 2. And I'm beginning to loose hope. I think my great love moment will never happen. At least not anytime soon. Not this month, not this year, not in this life time. Well.. I don't know bout that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I'm still waiting for my own personal... Don Juan or Casanova (whoever nicer) to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I watched to much Korean teen series or movies in general (please do comment and tell me if I am indeed watch too much movies), but... I just love the way one would surprise their girlfriend.  I believe, the effort itself could show just how much he loves her and the outcome will also make everything sweeter. Like the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm making ZERO sense. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;... let's carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... What I've been dreaming someone would do to me, the most romantic thing ever. I want him to sing for me. God knows how many times I told people about this. I want this badly. I want a guy to write a song about me, pouring the words to serenade you and making you cry just by words. The song does not have to be like as good as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; would write it, but... can't I just have a little romantic words coming out and being scribbled on a piece of paper? And then singing it in front of everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; everybody. I would definitely cry. in happiness of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess this one will never happen. Would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or at least... just like what my cousin had. She liked this band. A small band who sings in a cafe, they're still struggling to reach their dreams I guess. And just one day, one special day, his boyfriend took her to a place which was empty, I don't know where it is exactly or what kinda place it is, she just said 'a place' and then the band was there, in front of a table for two. Singing all of her favorite love songs while they have a private dinner. On which, the boyfriends cooked himself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, where have those boys been hiding all my life? Can't I have one for myself?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are only a very few boys that would put aside their pride and ego and embrace their romantic sides just to show how much they care and how much they love their partners.  It's like the biggest sin for almost most of them.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is official that my greatest love moment is never going to happen. At least I have to be patient until my next life time... Or maybe I should just give up? and believe that those love scenes are just belong in the movies and movies only. I sure as hell don't know, but.. hey. I can only dream and my boyfriend do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-237519684973171664?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/237519684973171664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-love-love-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/237519684973171664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/237519684973171664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-love-love-part2.html' title='Love Love Love Story Part.2'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-3686534106270739824</id><published>2009-05-11T20:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:58:25.884+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LET&apos;S GO ON A TRIP'/><title type='text'>Lost in TransJakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, me and four of my girls (Tika, Naila, Cipo, Scilla) had yet another crazy trip! It was soooo cool hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to ancol. that's right, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANCOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  The most unusual place that we could ever been to. Well... it's a very common place actually, but we rarely went there so.. yeah haha. And we went there with busway. oooh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OW I LOVE BUSWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! but we'll talk about that later on..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I always thought that using the transjakarta would be just the same like using a normal bus. But it's not. It was comfortable. And you can see a lot of different kinds of people riding it. So maybe you get dizzy a little after standing for a few hours if you didn't get any seats, but it's very useful and cheap. And with air con. And seriously this may sound weird, but it's a good place for photography. Especially when it's raining! The lighting is perfect inside. :PP&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it rained. We went to ancol and it freaking rained! I didn't know what to do, we had to walk just about everywhere there. So when it rained... damn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* wet.&lt;/span&gt; We ran all the way from the ticket booth to the shuttle bus stop. And it was enough to make me feel very very wet and sick. We got into the bus which was no use, it was open window and such :S so we still got splashed by water.&lt;br /&gt;It still rained when we got to the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gelanggang Samudera&lt;/span&gt;' or also called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oceanarium &lt;/span&gt;(honestly, I just knew it was actually called that). We went to watch the animal show in the rain honestly I was feeling very sick. But then when we got to the dolphin show, it stopped. THE RAIN STOPPED! so we watched in peace. The dolphin and the beluga (that's white whale...) was so damn cute.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want ONE! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we took pictures. And I always like this part every time me and my girls hang out. We always took a bunch of pictures! even if it's the most random pictures we ever took, but it was still fun. We bought bubbles and played with it, using it for our pictures. the pictures turned out pretty good. And ancol is definitely a place to take good pictures. It's... it's just is. We walked around to get the good spots and such, and stopped at Pizza hut to take a grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is when the... fun(?) starts (at least for me and cipo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tired and had to catch the bus to go back to Pasar Minggu (where Tika's house is), so hurried to the station. In front of us was these three boys. At first they didn't catch my attention at all, cause I was too tired. And then we bought the ticket and hurried into the bus. It was full, so we had no choice but to stand. Right beside me was one of the three boys I mentioned. He had a curly hair and was wearing yellow and black striped hoodie. He was holding on the pole to keep him steady, I was holding on the... I dunno, that thing that you hold above you in a bus, but find it very difficult to keep steady so I held on to the pole also... and then we faced each other and smiled, I was just being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then sudenly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Turun dimana&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: (thinking: okay, that was random....) Matraman..&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Oh, sama dong, gw jugaa&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: oh iya.. (emang gw peduli??)&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Abis dari dufan juga?&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: nggak sih, tapi dari ancol juga, gw tadi ke gelanggang samudera.&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he stopped, and moved aside coz some people had gotten off the bus. My friends asked me who he was and I said I don't know. Though, he was kinda cute. Naila was jealous coz she had been eyeing him for awhile, haha. sorry dear :D And then we got off and changed bus, so does he. At the next bus, we didn't really talk coz it was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOOOOO FILLED WITH PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do not recommend people to use transjakarta at night.. It was... almost as full as shinkansen. And then I got off at Halimun shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;We were lost. Honestly. We didn't know which bus should we take.&lt;br /&gt;And Naila's feet was beginning to hurt, so she had to sit. So she sat. Guess who sat *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well almost*&lt;/span&gt; beside her? Curly and his friends. I had no choice but to sit next to Curly. We were lost, so we had to ask someone. So since Curly here tried to be nice to me, why shouldn't I talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: eh, boleh nanya gaa?&lt;br /&gt;Curly: (smiling super widely and so cute) boleeh, nanya apa tuh?&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: Tau yang jurusan pasar minggu itu dikiri atau kanan gaa?&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Aduh, maaf kita juga gatau, soalnya kita pendatang,&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: (kaget karena ada pendatang seganteng mereka) Ooh, gitu&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Iya, emang rumah kamu dimana?&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: Ya.. pasar minggu makanya gw nanya, emang lo dari mana?&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Kita dari medaan. karena lagi liburan kita ke dufaan. ini juga mau ke blok m&lt;br /&gt;Keisha: Oh.. ke blok m, yaudah kita sama2 nyasar dong yaah, sama2 nanya yuk hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa... terus kita tiba2 ngobrol panjang gituu. hahaha. It was very funny. to meet a random person and be that close hahaha. Anyway, Scilla asked one of the ticket booth and then we know which we had to take and so did they. We were supposed to take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAME &lt;/span&gt;bus, but my friends were still confused so they ended up going first. Too bad hahaha :PP&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I slept in the bus until I arrive home hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So.. the conclusion of today is...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanging out with the girls is always fun!&lt;br /&gt;2. We should go to the monas next&lt;br /&gt;3. Check the forecast next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. MEDAN BOYS ARE HAWWWTS!!! :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-3686534106270739824?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3686534106270739824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-transjakarta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3686534106270739824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/3686534106270739824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-transjakarta.html' title='Lost in TransJakarta'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481426378471772513.post-5166927310786120583</id><published>2009-05-10T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:54.051+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me myself and I'/><title type='text'>. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an innocent foolish girl, or maybe just naive, looked around at her surrounding and felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;she seemed out of place. she was alone. she didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;not a long ago she was playing up in the hills, with friends her age.&lt;br /&gt;with breeze brushing through her hair and a field covered with carpet of lavender.&lt;br /&gt;she closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and then her friends were nowhere to be find. replaced by a few adults that she didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she searched for them desperately. she cried a hundreds of time. but there were no answer still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;little did she know the adults were her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they grew up as time goes by, but not her. like peter pan, she never grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when she finally did, it was too late. her friends were gone and she was all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so the little girl cry once more. because that was all she could've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/481426378471772513-5166927310786120583?l=vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5166927310786120583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5166927310786120583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/481426378471772513/posts/default/5166927310786120583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-loves-marjorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='. . . .'/><author><name>KEISHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903091558916194710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKHWgLQAea4/SeiBfPHWQZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vx9UDTGv3Uw/S220/2579_58944768380_699843380_1518795_6641552_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
